Finally crossed into Canada. I was pleasantly surprised at how little time it took. I took Interstate 87 to the border, and when we reached the Canadian side there were only a handful of cars in line. We answered a few questions then we were off and cruising through the rolling hills and farmlands of southern Quebec. After taking in some french songs on local radio, we listened to Donna the Buffalo as the kilometers piled up. The more we listen, the more their music grows on us, and reminds us both of the good times at Grassroots.
We reached the outskirts of Quebec City around 10 pm, and pulled into an information center with a large parking lot. There we would spend the night, and wake up surrounded by a couple of big rigs.
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