Summerside, PE to Montreal, QC = 1134 km

The hotel in Montreal had internet, but because it was not included, I was not about to update my blog, hence my late post. Following a couple birthday drinks the night before I felt that I deserved to sleep in a little bit. Thus a later start than usual, which actually bit me in the end, big surprise. A tall ship called the Peacemaker was docked outside the resort.

Unfortunately it did not have the full sails up, which I'm sure would have been a beautiful sight, but it was still quite striking to see in person.

They were giving tours but unfortunately I could not stick around to enjoy one. I proceeded to the Confederation Bridge to make my 10 minute drive across to New Brunswick. They don't charge you a dime to get in to PEI, but they certainly getcha when you leave. $44.25 for 2 axels to drive across the ocean. It got foggy while leaving PEI, but midway through it began to clear. In a car, the sides of the bridge are up so high that you can't really see the ocean at all. Only at one point did the bridge slightly curve and I could see the profile as I was driving. Once back on land, I pulled into the visitor centre to grab some pictures.


 Ended up talking to a guy from Georgetown (Ontario), Jonathan, who was taking pictures of the bridge. We got to talking about motorcycles and rides....a little longer than I would have liked. I had to leave and excused myself and off I went. The rest of the drive was uneventful. I originally wanted to go up the east coast portion to Miramichi, up to Rimouski and then thru to Quebec City. That idea was scrapped when I took a turn to Edmundston (as lady GPS navigated me). I thought before I started this leg I was still heading up on Highway 11, but ended up on the west road of highway 2. Lady GPS routed me instead to take 2 and then go up highway 17 instead to get Rimouski. Once I figured out what happened, and my plan foiled, I re-routed my course to Montreal. By doing so, what would have originally been back to back 14 hour drives, was now only 10, but I didn't end up doing what I wanted to do. I could only hope by pushing on to Montreal that the last stretch home from Montreal would be a bit easier. A wall of water greated me just as I passed Quebec City. The downpour was just incredible, and cleaned the bugs off the front of my car somewhat. The rain continued to fall when I reached the hotel in Montreal. I promptly unloaded the car, found my room and went to bed. Time permitting in the morning I'd like to make the effort to see Notre Dame, but chances will be slim.