No Detail Left Behind

Yet another disturbingly detailed sign in Québec.

I would like to know if this sign would be any less effective if the injured child's sock wasn't half off, or if there wasn't the dramatic pause created by the ellipsis before "le vôtre."

Pas de Ca-ca

I think perhaps this sign suffers from too much detail. Imagine being the graphic designer working for the city of Montréal and getting your original design back with a note along the lines of: "While we liked how realistic your silhouette of a Great Dane looked, what we want is a steaming loaf of crap somewhere on the sign. Just so there's no confusion."

Elvis Sighting!!

The King's disembodied head was seen presiding over the hostel bar in Québec.

Ed note: Apologies for the grainy quality of the shot. We had to use the camera phone because, as we all know, The King is elusive and fanatical about remaining underground, so we didn't have time to go back up to the room to get our camera.

Fell Down a Hole

After Québec City, I fell down a hole. That may sound like I'm trying to craft some metaphor for my morale, perhaps using a loose Alice in Wonderland allusion for just how fantastical my morale tumble was. But, no, my morale is perfectly intact. I'm being literal. We stopped at a campground about halfway between Québec and Rivière du Loup, and I fell down a hole. One second I was walking towards the fire to put another log on and the next second, FOOMPH! Fell down a hole.

Specifically, my left leg fell down a hole, its rapid progress to the underworld slowed only by the friction created between my flesh and the craggy rocks lining the hole, while the rest of me stayed above ground wondering what the hell had happened. It was so thoroughly dark out that my brain had very little sense data to go on and I spent a couple of seconds mentally grasping to put the pieces together: in many ways it felt as though I'd fallen...yet in many ways it didn't. And, wait...my left leg really kinda hurt.

At this point, I realized that I was very crooked and that straightening myself would involve a certain amount of careening towards the fire, so I grabbed Kieran's arm rather firmly. Kieran gallantly responded to my panic by barking, "Hey! What are you doing?!?"

Once I extracted myself from the hole, I sulked over my lack of a knight in shining armor for a few minutes. That is, until Kieran pointed out that when he tripped and fell into a tree in Ottawa, I had laughed out loud at him all the way to the Museum of Civilization.*

So, long story short, it's been a long time since I've been able to write, but it's been business as usual for us.

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*In my defense, I asked him if he was okay before braying with laughter.