One of the things I most enjoy about being an adult is the ability — nay, right — to rectify the perceived wrongs of childhood.  I can eat whatever candy I want, when I want!  I can stay up as late as I want, whenever I want!  I can go out and do things right now, instead of waiting for some parentally-determined time in the future!

I can choose to stop at the highway rest stop built to look like a Spanish castle, with a parking lot full of six monster trucks and a herd of dinosaurs in varying states of decay!

This weekend, we took a trip to Quebec City with our friends Xander and Alana. It was awesome.  On the way there, we passed a rest stop that seemed to feature, bizarrely, a combination of a half-dozen ten-foot-tall replica dinosaurs bookend with rusty monster trucks. You know how I feel about monster trucks. We swore, then and there, to return.

I spent much of the drive back keeping an anxious eye out the right side of the road, and after an hour and change out of Quebec City, we pulled triumphantly into the parking lot.

I’m pretty sure this is exactly what people think of when they imagine visiting Quebec City: so quaint! So European! Filled with history, not to mention virtually limitless photo opportunities!  Suffice it to say, I had a pretty fun half-hour strolling around the grounds.

Cultural opportunities abound.

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