I’ve heard about Tingwick, Quebec almost my entire life. It was where my dad’s family was from in Quebec. Imagine being a little kid and the fun of saying the word: Tingwick. Say it out loud! Although there was no family left in the town, my dad wanted to visit when I was quite young, 5 or 6. All I remember from the trip was my dad taking me to the barn and fields. He said I could touch the cows, but never touch a bull – they could be dangerous. When I asked him how I could tell the difference, he paused and said something like: ask your mother.
Montréal skyline, Jacques Cartier Bridge, Mont Royal (said in french sounds exactly like Montréal)
We’ve been to Montréal before – it’s only a little more than a 2-1/2 hour drive from our house – though it has only once made it into the blog. We already knew it’s not a great place to be driving around in an RV (it’s not really all that easy in a car!). We also found out that the city would be hosting the 2026 UCI Road World Championship bike races during the time we were looking to be there – this was certain to complicate getting around in the city. However, Montréal is great for pedestrians (as well as bikes), the city has world-class public transportation, and, probably most helpful for us, it is home to a large and thriving community of Uber drivers. There is also a very reasonably priced RV park at the marina in Longeueil, right across the river from Vieux-Montréal, and it had quite a few open sites (after Labor Day…). Reviews of the park mentioned a water taxi from the marina – romantic and convenient to be sure, but, alas, no longer running. Fortunately, it was an easy Uber ride across the Jacques-Cartier bridge to anywhere we wished to go.
La dernière fois qu’on a visité ma cousine Louise et à son mari Daniel, c’était en 2018, et on voulait absolument à les voir pendant notre séjour au Québec. Comme je l’ai mentionné dans un précédent article, la mère de Louise et la mienne étaient sœurs – nos deux familles vivaient pas loin l’une de l’autre (avec la frontière internationale entre nous) et nous nous rendions visite régulièrement. D’âges assez proches, nous, les cousins, avons appris à bien nous connaître durant notre jeunesse.
Sue, Doug, Sylvie, Yves -merci a Sylvie pour le photo!
Doug et moi comptons de plus en plus d’amis sur les forums grâce à nos programmes respectifs de cours de musique en ligne : Blues Guitar Unleashed et Musora (anciennement Drumeo et Pianote). C’est toujours un plaisir de pouvoir rencontrer quelqu’un en personne lorsque nous sommes dans le voisinage. Sylvie a mentionné un jour qu’elle habitait près de Mont-Tremblant. À retenir !
Doug, Sue, Suzanne, Normand (merci à Suzanne pour le photo)
On a rendu visite à mes cousins Suzanne et Normand deux fois en 2023. Dans des articles de blog précédents, on a raconté comment nous nous sommes rencontrés et retrouvés. Ces visites étaient si agréables que nous avons décidé de remettre ça : même lieu de rendez-vous, même restaurant avec terrasse, mêmes pizzas, partager. Suzanne et moi avons ri à la fin du déjeuner en réalisant que nous avions toutes les deux mangé la bonne stuff, laissant la croûte ! On doit être de la même famille ! Ce qui n’était pas pareil, c’était notre niveau de français, à Doug et moi. Suzanne et Normand ont tous deux remarqué nos progrès en trois ans, des remarques qu’on a parfaitement comprises et auxquelles on a répondu avec toute gratitude. On était rayonnants de fierté ! Un grand merci à tous les membres de notre club de français MRV !
Nous étions garés sur un grand parking presque vide de la plage de Brackley, dans le parc national de l’Île-du-Prince-Édouard, en train de préparer nos vélos pour visiter les sentiers dans le parc, lorsqu’un autre camping-car, identique au nôtre mais un peu plus récent et beaucoup plus rutilant, s’est garé quelques places plus loin. Nous avons vu un couple commencer à préparer leurs vélos. Bien sûr, nous n’avons pas le choix – il fallait leur dire bonjour…
This visit to Caraquet was different from our first visit in 2023. My maternal grandparents and generations of ancestors were born and lived here and I’ve heard about the town since I was a kid. In 2023, we aimed to check out the town. The town is in a pretty location on the Baie des Chaleurs (Bay of Warmth), on a peninsula in northern New Brunswick. We loved it! The arts community, the funky restaurants, the murals, the beaches, the marinas, the bay, the outdoor gathering spots all caught our attention. We (literally) sought out signs of my ancestors and found street signs with the Morais family name.
As we drove across the beautiful and brilliantly engineered 8-mile-long Confederation Bridge between PEI and the mainland, we were entering PEI with a few time constraints – tickets to a show on 8/8, meetup with friends on 8/14 and don’t visit PEI National Park with its legendary crowds on a weekend – and a list of things we wanted to visit. Oh, and we had forgotten about the Canadian long weekend and so arrived just in time for that. Working up a schedule with all these constraints required a bit of creativity. (Check out PEI on our travel page in you’re interested in just how much creativity…)
There was was only 1 item on our list in the south central part of PEI. However, given our driving routes to work around the constraints we got to explore this area and found a few gems.
The very first stop on this year’s journey was at Bates College, where I and my Bates ’76 classmates came together to celebrate our Fiftieth College Reunion.
In 2014, before this blog began, even before RV travel entered our lives, Sue and I traveled to a blues jam near Augusta, ME. This event was run by a high school teacher and tennis coach with a serious guitar habit who calls himself “Cowboy” in the BGU forum, though his real name is Wilbur. At Wilbur’s jam, we met a whole bunch of cool people from the Blues Guitar Unleashed forum, including one who had chosen “sloslunas” for his forum name, likely because his first name is Steve, which starts with “S,” and he lives in Los Lunas, NM.
But that was my first jam of any kind, my first time playing my guitar in public, the first time I ever plugged into an amp and played at stage volume – a whole bunch of firsts. At one point Steve came to me, acting real serious, and then he told me I was a player (“You’re a player, man!”). I found that to be incredibly encouraging, uplifting and enabling. We became friends. When Sue and I started all our traveling, we stopped in to see Steve and Hy in Los Lunas. That was in April 2017, way too long ago. Though we’ve tried a few times to get there again, each of those efforts was thwarted – until this year!*
