I’ve spent tourist time in Canada five times, twice with my first wife, twice with my second wife and once–the first time–on a hippy adventure. Too bad there aren’t any pix of that trip (no pun intended). It was 1970 or 1971, and a camera wasn’t regulation for a long-haired freak. Imagine me, another dude, a hippy chick and her dog, along with all our food and gear, stuffed into a 1968 VW Bug. It was a helluva odyssey, but maybe I’ll leave it for a written travelogue.
Pictures of the first two visits haven’t been digitized, so I’ll start with the third and fourth, Old Quebec City on the St. Lawrence River and Cape Breton Island off Nova Scotia’s northeast coast. Pick your poison.