We left Lachutes
in what we thought was plenty of time. But we hit Friday afternoon
rush-hour traffic at the outskirts of Montreal. "City squirrels go to
the cottage and their kids come back from school," Jeff said, his
fingers tapping frantic rhythm on the wheel.
We crawled another
hour-and-a-half to our turnoff, then bolted through downtown as the rain
hammered everything. We drove by the Canadian Pacific sign and scanned
with stretched eyes until Jeff pulled the truc... Continue reading ...