|Journal - Quebec|
|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.