As I mentioned earlier The Oyster Bar in the 80s would get too hot in the summer so we’d take a 2 week vacation.
I made several mix tapes for the trip and it became clear that Joanie and I had the same taste in music. I’ll never forget the look on her face when Tommy James’ “Crimson and Clover” played.
We celebrated every state line. We had to improvise with the provinces because they were so far apart.
We found a cabin in
I’m not sure why we didn’t enter
We spent a few nights in
We struggled with our French and I think the effort paid off at the bars.
I was already a vegetarian at the time but
The roads had moose crossing signs and I got excited because I’d never seen one before.
It was late at night when we decided we’d better find a place to pitch the tent. We followed signs to Loch Ratt. “That sounds lovely,” we thought. If you hadn’t already guessed that translates to
Many miles later we found a nice spot, pitched the tent, and went to sleep. Aroused from sleep by a storm I heard what sounded like a horse walking around outside the tent. A flash of lightning threw the silhouette of a giant bull moose against the tent. I’m sure it wasn’t a dream. I told the girls about it in the morning but they didn’t believe me. We climbed out of the tent to find an enormous pile of shit blocking the door.
During the drive home Joanie and I seemed to laugh about everything.