Camping La Liberte, Saint-Liboire, Quebec

At first blush the French Canadians are an active, social, outdoorsy bunch.  We pulled into this campground in a downpour, saw dozens of folks sitting outside under their RV awnings.  When the rain eased off, they were immediately out and about, grilling, walking, playing bocci ball and box quoits, riding bikes, and so on.  This is a large (345 unit) campground with the usual high number of seasonals.  It has every amenity and activity you can imagine - and some you can’t - with the exception of wifi.  It’s more a destination resort than a campground - what Trish and I define as a campground anyway.
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There’s a PA system throughout the park.  Announcements in French are heard sporadically in the evening, the last one at 10 PM.  Yippee.  No idea what they’re saying and couldn’t care less.  There were fireworks last night; also a band playing in a large building some distance away.
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In Ontario campgrounds, lots of folks fly the Canadian flag.  Not so here, nary a maple leaf to be seen.  There are a few provincial flags, blue with a centered white cross and 4 fleur de lis.  Darn few non-Quebec folks here; we may be the only ones.  When I was researching campgrounds and such, I noted that the websites refer to the nation of Quebec, not the province.
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Yesterday was a long day of rainy driving that included a long skinny parking lot (through Montreal) masquerading as freeway.  Eastern Canada cities badly need mass transport.  Who’d a thunk 20 miles of stop and go traffic at 4 PM on a Saturday?  Tedium.  Just.  Pure.  Tedium.
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Today our destination is Rimouski, Quebec.  Rimouski: Small Russian mice?  Polish composer of classical music?  Ukrainian sausage?  Mustard and mayo with your rimouski meal, maam?