In the morning it was still raining but without the vigor of the previous day. We are not allowed to cook in the cabin so I set the stove on the porch and heated water for coffee and Quaker Instant Oatmeal. Breakfast of champions.
I decided that we would go back into Montreal and have a quick look at McGill University. We left about 9:30am so the worst of the traffic was over. Still, driving a dually in the very crowded streets of Montreal was challenging. Drivers went into intersections with no hope of clearing the box before the light changed. This tends to breed aggressiveness and definitely makes movement less efficient. With Cathie as navigator we found a street that had several empty parallel parking spots all in a row, which made things pretty easy for me to park the truck. I was pretty proud of our team work.
McGill University is in the heart of the city and it is not easy to tell what is what. Cathie took a picture of me in front of what we hoped was a main building that had also been there back when my father was too. I hope he recognizes it. I mentioned in another post that he earned his PhD from McGill. Not sure of the year, but perhaps 1946. I’ll update as needed.
I then wandered around for 30 minutes taking a few pictures, particularly of older buildings. Unfortunately all I found was law and education, no math or science. I returned to the truck and we worked our way out of the city and headed south to the border crossing into New York State. I’m glad I took the time to see a bit of McGill, but would have liked to have had my father as a guide. I’m sure it has all changed significantly over the last 70 years. Still, somethings would be the same, at least on the outside.
Our chosen route was to get back on US 2 and drive down the middle of Lake Champlain. We stopped for lunch at a diner on the New York side of Vermont Bridge. Halfway across this bridge is the Vermont state line. The wind was strong and Lake Champlain had whitecaps, although it is hard to tell from the picture.
The rest of the drive was along a winding US 2. Tree colors were pretty great but there were almost no places to pull over to take pictures. We finally found one picnic area but the light was not good. Clouds and the setting sun push all colors toward gray. Nonetheless, the panorama below gives you a hint.
We stopped in Saint Johnsbury, VT to get food supplies and then drove 3 miles to the Moose River RV Campground. It was getting pretty dark and the temperature had dropped into the 40s when we arrived. There was some wind but no rain as of 10:29pm. One bit of luck is that the fall colors are starting later this year. Cathie spoke to a woman that works here and was told that last year all the trees at dropped their leaves by this date. This year the color change has just begun, so that is good news. Now, if hurricane Joaquin does not reach all the way to New England, then we may get some good viewing.