Journal - Quebec
   

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August 2003 I rode at an airport and on a rail to trail. The airport is between both provinces. We met some cyclist also riding on the trail. One night we stayed at a riding stable. They couldn't speak English and we couldn't speak French, but we had a wonderful time. It was a real hoot. We were not sure what to expect in the French speaking province. We were treated very well everywhere we went.