Big Trill and I headed off to Mont Tremblant this past weekend to see some vintage car racing amidst the coloured splendors of a Quebec autumn. We were joined by a 1973 Winnebago 'Brave' motorhome for the event. While we parked at a local campground at night, we used the 'Brave' as a base of operations during the day, positioning it with a view of the race track so we could wtach the action in the shade and closeness to basic facilities...
Each morning of the weekend there was fog hanging low over the track , but this worked in our favour as we could park with a commanding view long before other spectators arrived to crowd us out.
Once the air cleared, the views of the surrounding hills were gloriously colourful, sunny and warm. Perfect for relaxing to the wailing of race car engines tearing up the track below us. Luckily I only do this every 30 years or so. I don't want to know how the millionaires living in the area manage to put up with it. When the track was first built it was miles from anywhere. Who would have guessed that it would later turn into a world class ski and summer resort area...?
As the morning fog lifts, the first cars appear on the circuit. The racing begins. We settle in for a weekend of pretending we're still kids and adulthood is a trap...
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