Basically back in the late 80,s many of us discovered Quebec by the seat of our pants.I use to travel on 1200 mile trips, alone looking at what maps were available and wondering where I would end up. Looking back, realizing we were riding 440 fan cooled yamaha exciters then 540 v-max sleds, we were really taking our lives in our hands, but it was so much fun, we were too young to be smart.I still remember finding Le Cabanon, a one room stop, dennis pumped gas, cooked and ran the counter alone, in the mid 80's. We rode fron St donat to baskatong and to valdor then parent 2 of us on 600 pogo stick yamahas, 2 weeks in the bush, way before this became a great network.Probably what kept us coming back was all the amazing canadian people out in the bush who befriended us and lent a hand or a nights stay, food and gas even when we had a language barrier.It left an impression on us that has never gone away. Once I left a back pack in clova, discovered that at 100 lacs, made the call and a gentleman from Ontario brought it to me the next day, his name was Bob Morton. 2500 dollars, truck keys, passport, phone , wallet, etc.Try and get that back on a trip to New Jersey, like I have said many times on this forum, the Canadian hospitality on the trail is second to none, met some of the nicest people on this forum and the trail!!