Quebec City was designed to be imposing. On a steep hill above the St. Lawrence Seaway, behind 17th-century ramparts, the city’s streets are narrow and cobbled — no place for a road-hogging, 21st-century recreational vehicle.

Or so I thought, as I planned an ambitious solo RV road trip across eastern Canada — from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Montreal — that would take me through one of the oldest European cities in North America.

Colonial streets weren’t my only mental roadblock when I set out in May to take advantage of a six-night “relocation” deal on an RV rental for 39 Canadian dollars a night (about $28) from Canadian company CanaDream; its trips normally start at CA$136 ($100) nightly.

When RV companies need to move their vehicles to satisfy seasonal demand, they frequently offer relocation or one-way trips at discounted prices. RV rental company Cruise America calls them “one-way specials,” which recently included 75% off a trip in July from Las Vegas to Orlando, Fla. One-way sales from El Monte RV recently listed departures from 30% to 90% off.

Based in Calgary, Alberta, CanaDream shuffles its fleet among seven locations across Canada. With relocation itineraries, the company stipulates the vehicle and departure and arrival dates. Renters pay for gas, food and campsite access in addition to the discounted vehicle.

Travel by RV took off during the pandemic as North Americans discovered the convenience and privacy of taking a home on the road. As someone who makes a living traveling light, I considered that style of travel freighted, sluggish and spontaneity-sapping.

What I got over six nights and nearly 800 miles on my maiden RV journey was an adventure in driving, a test of self-sufficiency and an introduction to slow-lane travel.

Driver’s ed

Before setting foot in Halifax, I had watched a video about my vehicle — the 22-foot-long Deluxe Van Camper — introducing the many indicators that monitor electricity, waste and water. My sense of responsibility only grew when I got the keys and set out on my journey.

While small for an RV, the two-person Deluxe Van Camper was taller, longer and less nimble than camper vans I’d driven in the past, which you might expect from a vehicle that you can comfortably stand upright in (its interior height was 6 feet, 3 inches).

The apartment on wheels contained a bathroom with a hose extension on the faucet that doubled as a shower head; a galley kitchen with a microwave, stove and small refrigerator; and a sofa in the back that converted into a firm queen bed. Storage areas, cabinets and drawers contained removable window shades and amenities that seemed essential to me — namely bedding, towels and kitchenware, which cost CA$175 ($129). A roof hatch and ceiling fan kept air circulating overnight.

Tidal adventures

Over the first two days, I skirted the Bay of Fundy, where the highest tides in the world vary up to 53 feet. A few hours from Halifax, I followed the signs to Joggins Fossil Cliffs (free), a UNESCO World Heritage Site where tides have exposed the fossil remains of a 300 million-year-old forest along cliffs roughly 100 feet high.

Crossing into New Brunswick, I continued along the north shore of the bay to a campsite at Ponderosa Pines Campground (CA$70, $51). It neighbors Hopewell Rocks Provincial Park, one of the province’s biggest attractions, with its tide-carved sea stacks.

My quiet lakeside campsite, like all the RV parks I visited, included power and water hookups, a fire ring and picnic table.

In the morning, awakened by honking Canada geese, I took a mile-long forest trail from the campground to Hopewell Rocks (admission CA$15.85, $12).

From Hopewell Rocks, a rural half-hour drive passed barns and fields en route to shoreside Alma just outside Fundy National Park. Tiny Alma has a string of restaurants near its working marina. At Alma Lobster Shop, I savored a briny lobster roll and seafood chowder combo (CA$29, $21) from a bayside picnic table near sun-bleached whale bones.

With about three hours to visit Fundy National Park (admission CA$9, $7), I stopped at the ranger station for advice on a speed tour. The staff seemed accustomed to the question, sending me first to Dickson Falls Trail to hike a nearly mile-long loop through a lush, fern-filled gully split by the stone-carving cascade. Farther down the shore, I followed the pine-shaded Shiphaven Trail along an estuary where shipwrights once built schooners on a gravel bar.

Back in the RV, I settled in for a two-hour drive — punctuated by a few bird-watching stops — to my next campsite in the provincial capital of Fredericton. On the St. John River, Hartt Island RV Resort was quiet in spring, its water park still awaiting warmer weather (CA$60, $44). Several riverside sites away, my closest neighbors were a pair of backpacking cyclists from England.

I stoked a campfire with dried leaves and watched diving ospreys, soaring eagles and paddling loons as the temperatures dropped with the sunset.

Local encounters

A former British garrison, Fredericton is filled with intriguing 19th-century buildings that made me long for a ride that was a bit more agile on city streets. But I braved them the next morning to hit the city’s renowned Fredericton Boyce Farmers Market at 7 a.m. when parking was available.

The weekly Saturday event draws more than 200 vendors of everything from local produce to food truck samosas. The best provisioning of the trip turned up aged cheddar from neighboring Prince Edward Island (CA$10, $7), a loaf of sourdough (CA$8, $6) and spinach pies (CA$2 each, $1.50) from a Lebanese vendor.

Before leaving town, I arranged to meet Cecelia Brooks and Anthony Brooks, a mother-and-son team who guide forest walks with an Indigenous point of view through their company, Wabanaki Tree Spirit Tours (CA$60, $44). We met at Odell Park, a 400-acre swath of old-growth forest just minutes from downtown and began by burning small amounts of sweetgrass in homage to the giant hemlocks, some of which are more than 400 years old.

Quebec, plugged and unplugged

In Rivière-du-Loup, on the south shore of the St. Lawrence, a seasonal Christmas castle and its giant Santa sculpture came between my site at Camping du Quai (CA$39, $29) and the water.

In search of better views, I joined locals in camp chairs awaiting sunset at Parc de la Pointe, a boulder-filled beach park a 30-minute walk down the shore.

The next morning, I topped off the water tank and made the drive in a little more than two hours (with a short rest break) to Quebec City and Bassin Louise RV Parking. I reached the public lot in Old Port near the city walls by skirting the traffic-knotted center of town.

Bassin Louise offers “boondocking,” or RV camping, without services like electricity and water. As a woman sleeping in her vehicle in a city, I closed the window shades for the duration. So did the occupants of dozens of RVs and vans around me. The lot seemed quiet, but having met the French Canadian couple in a truck camper next door, I knew that — if needed — help was a honk away (overnight parking costs CA$75, $55, according to the lot’s website, but the on-site kiosk only asked for CA$16, $12).

Short of spending 10 times more for a hotel within the walls, I couldn’t imagine a better location, just five minutes on foot from the tourism office where I joined a two-hour walking tour I booked through GetYourGuide ($26).

“I love my city,” said Hélène Lemieux, the guide who ushered our group of 12, most of them from the United States, among landmark buildings while relating the city’s history as of 1608 when French explorer Samuel du Champlain arrived to set up a trading post.

City traffic

The final frontier was getting the RV safely to Montreal, a roughly three-hour trip — with a break worked in — through rush hour. It was the last, stomach-churning challenge.

I didn’t miss the RV Symphony as I rode toward the airport in an Uber. But I missed my mobile home in the way you miss a great campsite. Taking all the conveniences of home — including a bed, bathroom and kitchen — on the road seemed indulgent. And it was; gas, which came to about $285, cost nearly as much as the vehicle, $290.

In total, the relocation offer saved more than $400, and the RV itself forced me to slow down, stop frequently and, possibly, see more.