Or perhaps this would be more aptly titled “Ayer’s Cliff, Quebec.”
I crossed the border into Canada for the first time in just over a year. It was quite a thrill getting here. There’s a little thing in the back of my head that has always doubted I’d make it back. But here we were. Knowing next to nothing about Canada’s political divisions, I cared not about counties, districts, municipalities, or any of that. It’s outside of my scope. Therefore, I could let myself kick back and cache sans care. Of course, ya govoryu po-russki and linguam Latinam, but I don’t sprechen sie French. Not that it really mattered. It’s not like everything, especially this close to the border, wasn’t in dual French and English anyway. I know several people who speak or are learning French (my older daughter among them), and as luck would have it, one of them was in the car with me!
We started off at a local park just across the border in Stanstead that sported a Virtual and a couple of Traditionals at a miniature replica of Stonehenge.
Then we headed a little farther north to work on a challenge trail that had been exciting several of us since back in the planning stages of the trip. Since the main road we were on cut across it, we split up. Some of us started at one end, some at the other end, and some in the middle. 4everlyn wasn’t feeling up to the walk, so she stayed back near the car and coordinated while Razorbackgirl and I headed down the trail. I’m not going to lie: some of those hides were a little more difficult than expected, especially from a Terrain standpoint. At one point, I climbed an embankment to get one and banged my elbow when I slid back down. I must have struck a nerve or something because it’s taken almost two months for it to completely heal. And we ended up running into a marker for an accident. That wouldn’t have been worthy of note until I turned ninety degrees after reading it to see the rock that caused the accident proudly noted for all the world to remember. Of course, we didn’t get all the caches, but we got a bunch of them before our stomachs started rumbling for lunch. And yes, poutine was involved!
After lunch, we got some other caches, an EarthCache and a Multi-cache. We did not manage to get a Letterbox Hybrid, though, because the only one in the area required seven stages of heading and distance redirections, and there was no way we had time for that! Also, credit where credit is due: 4everlyn got us the Multi. It was hidden as a PVC sewer pipe on the back of a building, and I honestly would never have suspected it if she hadn’t pointed it out. It even earned one of my stingily hoarded favorite points! And with those, we decided to call Quebec conquered. Besides, we still had time for at least one more county before calling it a day! We got in our various cars after bidding goodbye to GiGi and JoJo, who would be heading back home to New York. She would reenter the US at a different point, and we would see her back in Austin soon enough. We returned south from whence we had come and into the bosom of our beloved “Home of the Blah Blah Blah,” stopping one last time for shenanigans in…
Geocaching While Black 