Once in Dudswell, I inquired at the "information center" aka "l'association touristique et culturelle de Dudswell" as to the whereabouts of Renaud Lalancette. I had written a letter to Renaud prior to leaving Florida for this journey. Well, as luck would have it, Renaud was out of town but the people at the center knew who I was (pretty amazing) and told me to go to Bishops Crossing and find Joanne Roubicek. So... that's what I did.

I turned down the road heading toward Bishopton and found the old Rebekah Hall. (pictured at right) I noticed a group of people standing around the train tracks (you can see a picture of this on the photos and history page). I parked my car on the street and went inside the hall. There, I asked for Joanne. I found her, told her my name, and from that moment on, it was as if we had know each other all of our lives.

Such is the story of my entire nine days in Québec. The people in the province are a National Treasure. No place on earth compares with the majestic beauty I discovered and no place in my life have I found people to compare with those I met in Québec.

My decision to visit Bishopton was the right choice...one I will never forget...and, if you decide to do the same thing, chances are, you won't forget it either.