I wish i had more time to spend in New England but the clock was ticking and of course time is money. I arrived at the customers location late at night, got loaded and parked up in the nearest truckstop for the night, next morning it was hammer down for the border.
Strangely though i was crossing quite a ways east and i had to cross a few lakes. The roads were all small single carriageways so it was pretty slow going but the scenery was out of this world.
New England in the Fall...............
Says it all doesnt it, even if you have never been there it still conjours up visions of lush green forest, little hamlets with clean white building interspersed with vibrant New England colors. The trees just getting their red, gold and ocre coverings.
And crossing the lakes was fantastic, not so much bridges but it was as though the road had been built right across the lakes. Pretty soon the English signs were replaced by French ones as i passed thru into Quebec and the last leg of this particular stage of the journey into Montreal.
Words just dont do it justice so just enjoy the pictures.
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