Why? 5 projects on the Gaspe Peninsula, with 2 starting up right now. These were high profile, annoying, tedious, combed over, bullshit jobs. Make no mistake, I knew what I was getting into, on both sides. An overly demanding, exacting, anal customer willing to escalate 3 levels of management above me for the slightest mistake or oversight vs. Gaspe salmon fishing. The choice was something that took less than 10 seconds to make.
I traveled over Labor Day weekend to limit the impact to the customer and my own management, and even opted to drive to Montreal rather than take the 4 connecting flights and 8 hours it took to actually get to Gaspe. It saved me $700 in costs, and probably added 10 hours to my own personal schedule....stopped at the border, drive time, coordination, etc.
The Cathedral of hockey, le Belle Centre. I am not a
Old fashioned, stolen pint glass from a microbrasserie in Montreal, and filet in red wine reduction before I flew out. As the remnants of hurricane Harvey rolled over Gaspe, the first sight I saw as coming out of the clouds was this as we descended in the prop plane:
Time to get some authentic poutine: