Lake of Two-Mountains ,part of our Around Labelle Province

About 2 Mo
In case you are visiting from somewhere else on planet earth

2 mo is short for Two-Mountains. Two Mountains which officially called Deux-Montagnes because of the language issues around Quebec is located about 24 km (16 miles) northwest of downtown Montreal, Quebec Canada at the point where the Lake of Two Mountains turns into the Mille-Iles (Thousand Island) river. For those of you with GPS units, it is at N45 32.153 W73 54.033. These particular co-ordinates will lead you to the steps of the Tartan Pub which is considered by many as the center of Two Mountains the universe. For people that are into geocaching you will find a cold beer at this place and you may leave your cache (cash) there in return. Tell 'em Paul sent you.

The train is the most direct link to Montreal as it is only a 24km ride while the drive can be anywhere from 30 to 45 km depending on the roads you choose. Its population is around 17,000 with about 20% Anglophone. Until 1963 it was called St-Eustache-sur-le-lac (on the lake) and it was mainly comprised of cottages for people of Montreal. Since then, cottage country has migrated north quite a bit.

For more information go to the official Deux-Montagnes city site.
There is also another site containing a lot of Two Mountains Info: go to  communityconnections-dm.org

In case you are from real far away in space here's a better map. Point your spaceship to the middle of the star.

 

 

Check this out: If you want to know what Two Mountains looks like from a satellite click here. You can then zoom in or out on any part. Click and hold on the map to pan around. The Google maps feature will leave every other map web site in the dust when it reaches its final release. Try the directions tab.

For a complete history of Two-Mountains from the real beginning check out this part of the Deux-Montagnes web site. WARNING with the new design of the website (June 2007) the History pages seemed to have disappeared.

Meet at the Maniwaki

Just a little more about Labelle Province,and all the neat spots,we could get to just for a drive in the country,Rural Quebec really was Labelle Province,in it's own right....

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Remember Mont Tremblant

We've virtually toured many areas of LaBelle Province over the years through photo's etc etc ,.this one is Mont Trembalnt area,..I would imagine many of us did head up to the Laurentians, & it's many areas for summer or winter fun,...

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                      .Sitting around the fireplace in one of the local resorts,etc etc .or swimming in the lakes in the summer..........................................HF&RV

Ballad of Bordeaux Jail

                  Remember when they wrote a tongue in cheek song for Montreal's notorious Lucien Rivard

Here's the words:

THE BALLAD OF BORDEAUX JAIL
Anne-Marie Fauteux (1965)

The warden sat at sundown,
A busy day was o’er,
He’d just lit up a fat cigar,
When a knock came at the door.

“Entrez, entrez !” the warden cried,
“La porte she is ajar !”
And who walked in, to his surprise,
But Big-Wheel, Lou Rivard !

“How come, Big-Wheel, you promenade,
It’s curfew-time, n’est-ce pas ?
I warning you to prenez-garde,
Before you break the law !”

“Pardonnez-moi mon capitane,
I did not stop to think,
But with your kind permission,
I would like to hose the rink.”

“To hose the rink ? Why sacre-bleu,
You must be wan big fool !
The rink my friend she’s beaucoup d’eau,
Like outdoor swimming pool !”

Now Rivard, like the quick brown fox,
Who must outwit the hound,
He senses with his gambler’s ken,
That he is gaining ground.

“It’s true Monsieur that ce matin,
The rink was soft like slop,
Regardez – since après-midi,
The temperature go plop !”

“C’est vrai, fait chaud from where you sit,
Across the great divide,
But where I stand I feel a draft,
Bébé it’s cold outside !”

“Eh bien, voilà, go get the hose,
Permission you obtain,
Like my new boss, Claude Wagner say,
We must be more humane.”

“Merci Monsieur, au revoir, adieu,
Light up your cold cigar,
I will not bother you again,
Exit Lucien Rivard ! !”

“Exit ! Exit !” the warden muse,
“He make the big joke, no ?
Quelle difference, he safe behind
The walls of old Bordeaux !”

One hour she pass, the warden doze,
Then bingo, tout de suite,
The sirens wail, the guards aussi,
There’s panic in the street ! !

The warden freeze – like paralyze,
The joke he get trop tard,
“Certainement, mon dieu, c’est ça,
The hose – the rink – Rivard ! ! ! “

Trop tard ! He stagger to his feet,
No need to ask pourquoi,
“Certainement – mon dieu – c’est ça,
Lucien Rivard s’en va ! !”

He cry, Monsieur the warden,
Enfin he see it all,
Big hose not for the rink by gar,
Big hose for over wall ! !

He grind his teeth, he pull his hairs,
He’ll never smile again,
As he implore, encore, — encore –
“WHERE ARE YOU LUCIEN ! ! ! “

EPILOGUE

The search goes on relentless,
Through valley, hill and dell,
They seek him here, they seek him there,
That Gallic Pimpernel.

For years to come in Crooksville,
They’ll tell the epic tale,
How Rivard left his footprints,
On the walls of Bordeaux Jail.