When we were camping in Forillon National Park (Parc National Forillon) Gaspe, Quebec I came across a porcupine eating leaves. The video is somewhat long, but fascinating, especially about three-quarters of the way through when he/she stands to eat, you then get a good look at its face. You will note that I say to my husband something to the effect of get back it will shoot its quills. Hubby was getting too close, but no porcupines do not shoot quills. However, their quills are difficult to remove when you are pierced with one, they will grow new ones.
Hubby and I returned Monday after going on a two-week vacation where we explored Quebec City, the Gaspe Peninsula, Prince Edward Island (PEI), and the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, which meant the young man (age 21 in 19 days) and middle child (age 23) had to feed themselves, do laundry, water my garden, pick daily from the garden, water house plants, feed and walk the dogs, pick up the mail and well you get the picture.
The young man easily made pasta for himself (a lot), ate the large lasagna I had frozen for a future family meal, okay, he did share with a friend, well middle child ate a lot of eggs. At one point before a soccer game she was to play with her sister, she sent her the following text, and took a screen shot for mom and dad:
Meanwhile one of the meals we were having, mussels in a lovely wine sauce with cornbread:
This past weekend was our final trip to Quebec with middle child (note I say middle child since the young man still has two more years oh gawd). We were going Bishop’s to watch her graduate from University. After five years of living in Lennoxville for nine months of the year, it had finally come to an end, there would be no more 9+ hour drives up on Saturday, collapse into bed, than the next morning open our wallets take her grocery shopping Sunday morning, say goodbye, and start the drive home. Knowing it would be the last time she would see a lot of the friends, it was a sad trip for her, friendships she had built up over the five years she spent at Bishop’s University.
The drive up was not a quiet drive at all. We were not only taking middle child but two of her best friends. Having driven with the girls many times, the first thing one of them asked was whether or not we would play the alphabet game? (This is where you start at the beginning of the alphabet, try to find the letter ‘a’ on a truck, continue on until you have found all the letters, then start again, this time using signs on the side of the road).
The drive started off fine, the usual stop at the drive-thru for coffee, tea, ice coffee, sandwiches, muffins, etc., and since we left at rush hour, traffic was congested so we hopped on the toll highway to try to avoid tie-ups. All was going fine until it started to rain, well drop buckets of raindrops that we had to have the wipers on high for a good portion of the first two hours. Then all of a sudden, the wiper flies off, with the arm still attached it scratches deep into the glass, sounding far worse than nails on a chalkboard.
We pulled over to the side of the road as soon as possible, and hubby walked down the side of the road trying to find the wiper hoping it would still be in one piece. No such luck though, just as he saw the wiper, it was run over by a vehicle rendering it useless. Still raining outside, and in need of a wiper we found an extra one in the back of the van. The only problem with this wiper – it was for the back window, thus half the size of a regular wiper. Hubby moved the wiper on the passenger side window to the driver’s side, and installed the smaller wiper on the passenger side.
A bit further down the road we stopped at the store to find new wipers. Well apparently you need a degree to understand how to install a wiper! In the rain, trying to read instructions, through foggy glasses, hubby finally is able to attach the new wiper. He then goes to remove the much smaller wiper on the passenger side, but it is jammed in so tight it won’t come off. We have no choice but to leave it where it is, and hope it does an adequate job. As the rain starts to come down harder, friend number one can’t get her seatbelt on because part of the belt was stuck in the door. Hubby gets out of the van again, in the rain, and after a few tries is able to open the door to unstick the seatbelt. We stop for coffee before entering the highway again.
Continuing on with our drive, the girls take control of the music, and we grudgingly joyfully listen to the girls sing for the next eight hours. Eventually we arrive in Lennoxville, drop the girls off at our son’s apartment (which was not cleaned by the previous tenants – eww!!) with air mattresses, alcohol and clothes, well hubby and I go to a motel.
Saturday morning we are up early (habit from all those years of feeding the dogs at 6:30 a.m.) so we pick up the flowers I had ordered earlier in the week for middle child. She did not want the usual roses but Gerber Daisies. The rest of the morning was spent waiting for the girls to get ready, then pictures were taken at the apartment, and on campus. Thankfully the rain we had on Friday, did not appear on Saturday, it was a tad cold but otherwise a bright and sunny day. At last we headed into the auditorium for the convocation.
With our new graduate we headed off to North Hatley for more pictures, and dinner at Le Pilsen Pub and Restaurant. After a delicious meal, we headed back to Lennoxville to drop middle child off at her brother’s apartment once again with explicit instructions to have everyone out of by 9 a.m. because we would be starting the drive home.
The drive home was a non-event with the girls pretty much sleeping all the way. As usual there were numerous stops for more coffee and bathroom breaks.