New Brunswick

After two years and several months of covid isolation, it was time to leave the roost. Basically, Do or Die of sickness or boredom but needed to go SOMEWHERE. Beginning with what I considered to be baby steps, planned this road trip to Newfoundland. Thus avoiding quarantines, airports, wars and other pestilence. Little did I know that monkeypox is becoming a thing . Hopefully, we got out in the nick of time. Fully vaccinated, boosted, and as usual, OverPackedAgain.
It seemed that packing would be an easier chore since we'd no longer be burdened with the baggage weight restrictions that come with flying. Unfortunately, it just made it more difficult because, coupled with pre-travel panic attacks that left me in a vegetative state, the fact the I was less restricted about what I could take, meant that I ended up taking EVERYTHING. Well, everything except the essentials that should have been number one on my list, like Lysol and sanitary wipes. Actually, they WERE on my list but I was too incapacitated to refer to the list . 
Michael pulled out all the suitcases that we own, for me to choose from. And give him credit because he didn't overly freak out when he saw what I was taking . So, packing consisted of opening drawers and closets, and pulling random things out and stuffing as much as I could into the suitcases .
My itinerary was fashioned to reserve places for stays beginning May 31 in North Sydney, so that we could take the ferry across to Newfoundland on June 1. 900 miles (1500km) to get to this point. Figured that we would need at least 3 driving days. But the weather looked good, and there wasn't anything left to do at home, so we departed on Monday May 23.
Because we're on VACATION, we tried not to rush, and we got off the Quebec highway around Lotbinière, bee keeping country, and it wasn't too long before we spotted the commercial beehives, surprisingly close to the road, and even saw a beekeeper in his white space suit tending to his hives.
Being as it was Quebec, there were plenty of churches, casse-croûtes, and construction cones. Also habitant homes and beautiful scenery.
And just like the highways in the Saguenay, there were multiple signs warning of moose.

 But really, how dangerous could they be? I'm sure that they are scariest in New Brunswick because THEIR signs are easily twice the size, with the addition of English wording AND flashing lights.
Et voila, we arrived in New Brunswick.

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