On Thursday I departed with so many beneficent memories of Toronto, Belleville School for the Deaf, the Bob Rumball Center for the Deaf, and Niagara Falls, with so much help from Dympna.  I stopped by a small town 40 miles from Montreal to camp, but the clouds turned very dark and I knew it would rain.  So I had dinner at a restaurant, hoping that the rain would occur at the same time, but after dinner it started raining hard for a half hour then turned to light rain.  I camped at KOA (Campground of America).

     On Friday I spent three hours driving through the city of Montreal.  I liked Old Montreal -- it reminded me of Europe.  I decided to drive all the way to Connecticut and got there around 9:00 P.M. via Route 7 that I enjoyed because of the true New England environment, the heavy density of green trees, old Victorian houses, waterfalls, craft and antiques stores.  My friends were not home; however, I had access to enter the house.  His hearing son, Tom, was surprised by my visit.  He can use ASL and told me his plan of backpacking next day.  Then we went to bed.