It's a bumpy road that she travels upon.

So last night the kind family that let Priscilla camp in their yard also invited her in for supper, and this morning treated her to breakfast. Their names are Therese and Marcel, and their sweet daughter is Catherine, and we send them most hearty thanks!

Priscilla got a little bit of a late start and headed off... but she only made 30-something miles, thanks to a perfect storm of roadway horribleness. Oh yes, an epic convergence of bumps, rain, wind blowing against her, hills, a bunch more bumps, and mud. The only thing missing was traffic. One road was actually a dirt track (like, for real!), and the paved roads were worse yet. Along the way Priscilla stopped at a ... drat, I forget what sort of place, but sometimes it has internet access. This afternoon, sadly, the person in charge of said access had gone for the day, and with her all possibility of Priscilla checking her email at ... that place. However, another employee of the place wanted to hear all about Priscilla's trip and was duly awed.

As you can probably imagine, Priscilla was filthy and tired and a little frustrated by the end of the day. She decided to stop just outside of St. Daniel. She found a house that appeared to be occupied, rode on up... and a car full of people backed down the driveway, right past her, and zipped away without so much as a "Howdy!" (not sooo surprising, as this is Quebec, and people don't say "Howdy" much-- usually "Bonjour" with a quebecois accent). There were still lights on in the house, however, so Priscilla went and knocked. A lady came to the door. Priscilla explained her situation, and the lady explained that the car contained her husband and sons who were going on a brief trip, and invited Priscilla inside. She was happy to have a bit of company after all, and was fabulously kind to Priscilla. She gave her supper, let her take a shower, let her use the phone, showed her a bed to sleep in. And there, we hope, she is resting up for the road ahead tomorrow.