Northern Quebec sure is a perdy place. Seemed like around every corner, there was a rainbow or sunset or forest that was gorgeous.
But the James Bay Road and the northern logging roads had done a number on our van. As we were driving, the bumper began to squeak. The roads had rattled the bolts free all over the van, but the bumper was getting precarious.
We pulled off just before it got dark to tighten everything up. The mosquitoes were horrendous.
This bolt loosening problem became one of our biggest concerns, as we took the several hundred mile drive on washboard gravel throughout all of Labrador.