When I started this trip I had my doubts. Could I even make it across the Rockies? What would people think if I quit?
Now that I'm in Quebec I feel different. Less concerned with the destination and more in tune with the journey.
Quebec is lovely. Small town churches dot the Saint Lawrence, their silver spires gleaming under the sun. Montreal and Quebec blend street life within and between buildings both ancient and modern. Everywhere the sticky heat of summer invites you to take it slow.
With more more miles behind than ahead of me now, it feels more important than ever to savour the journey.