Street Golf

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While setting up camp, I noticed two guys in the middle of the road putting golf balls around. I thought boy, these guys are avid! Later a group of four came around putting and laughing with lots of chatter in French. Then I saw them putt into a hole made from metal or plastic imbedded in the road, so we went over to see what was going on. They were really friendly, and one of the guys spoke English. They play golf every day, and there are serious tournaments. An 18-hole course winding through the streets of the campground, people came through all evening, most commenting to us in French. Little did I realize we had a prime spot overlooking the 11th hole! We talked with our friendly foursome for 15 minutes. One of the guys, Rene (?), is a retired auto mechanic teacher, who trained in Troy, Ohio and had traveled in the States. They wanted to know where we came from and why, and they admired our Airstream. We told them where we had been and that we would be Quebec three more months, which got some oos and aahs.  Rene said he was just up at Lac Saint Jean to get blueberries, saying he bought 15 pounds! His wife, Diane, makes blueberry pies, and Rene eats them three times a day. We let them go on with their game, and settled in for dinner at the picnic table.  Later we saw them walking across the open area. Diane was carrying a pie! I had some coffee cups made for special people, and I scrambled inside to find the last one. They wanted to look inside the Airstream and got a big kick out of it. After hugs and thank you’s, they headed home. After dinner we had a piece of wonderful, not-too-sweet blueberry pie. Four boys came out to play after their dinner. They were having a ball, waving to us as they went by. I wish I could understand what they were saying.