Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to New York we... went. The 2000 road trip took Sandy and me across Canada to Manhattan, NY, NY, to Chicago, then back to Eau Claire. This was the first trip without a Chewly. That makes me sad. Our stay in Canada was pretty much uneventful, except for our stay at Camping Choisy in Hudson, Québec. (don't worry, this will be the only long story about this trip on the web site)
Québec sucks donkeys. Québec sucks more donkeys than anything that has ever sucked donkeys. Camping Choisy sucks only slightly fewer donkeys than Québec as a whole. It's the people who make Québec suck as many donkeys as it does.
For example: when we arrived at Camping Choisy, we walked into the office and were greeted with a "Oui?" Neither Sandy nor I speak a word of French (except "merde"), so my response was, "camping?" Sandy simply said, "Hi." The chick switched to English and informed us that the campground was full, but she could put us down in the tent area anyway. It was late, so we agreed.
I read the "règlements" on the way to the tent area. It's all in French. My favorite règlement is règlement number 7: Toutes armes, fusils, arcs, même jouets sont interdits. I have no idea what that means, but I think it has to do with weapons. I like to blow things up.
Upon arriving at the tent area, we found that we had to set up our tent right next to the outhouse. Okay, we could deal with that. What we couldn't deal with was the blasting music that went until about midnight and the chick a couple tents over who yelled at the top of her voice to a guy in her tent until 3am. Why we waited that long to shut her up, I'll never know, but Sandy finally went and politely asked her to be quiet. When that didn't work, I stormed over and said, "Hey! Shut the f*** up! You're in the same damn tent; you can talk quietly!" I started to walk away, and she said, "He's an idiot." I said, "So are you." Three minutes later, she was quiet.
She woke up at 7am and woke up poor Sandy. I'd been awake since 6:30 and was eating my breakfast in the car so I wouldn't get rained on. At 7:30, Sandy and I headed for the showers, but found them locked until 8am. Who locks the damn showers? We just took off and drove all the way to Salem, Massachusetts in our pajamas.