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If You Don’t Like the Weather, Wait a While


Sunday May 13th, 2012

Well, before we could finish breakfast this morning, the rain had begun and the winds were howling.  Soon the light mist turned into a torrential downpour so it seemed it wouldn’t be a day for either the beach or the bike. What do you do on a day such as this when you live in a motorhome and your only means of transportation are motorcycle, bicycle or feet? This was the first time that we’d encountered this problem.  We were fortunate on our last adventure that the only days we had of rain were ones that we were traveling anyway.

We listened to music, read, answered emails and tried not to trip over each other.  After lunch I was tired out and had to have a nap!  When I awoke the rain had about stopped so we got out our gear, ready to take off on the bike. Before we got out the door, the skies opened again, but it lasted for only a few minutes. We headed out the highway and soon drove out of the rain entirely.

Again we went in search of the biker activities, this time further south towards Murrells Inlet.  We found one advertised venue, Jammin Leather, but there wasn’t much happening there either. At the Rally Centre next door I was almost convinced to buy a sexy pair of stretch pants with mesh and sequined cutouts on the legs. They were very comfortable indeed, but somehow they looked more like they belonged on the woman wearing the half-unzipped leather vest opened low enough to reveal her ample and rounded cleavage.  In fact, she’d just bought a pair, and assured me that they looked great on me.  Perhaps if Jim had shown some encouragement I might have been persuaded, but, although he agreed that they looked good, he doubted that I’d wear them much. I don’t know, he might have been wrong, but $50 was a lot of money to spend to find out so I left them on the rack.

Further down the highway, at the SB&B Bar (for those of you who really want to know what those letters stand for, put your imagination in the gutter – the rest of you don’t want to know), we found some biking vendors and some music, but after a short stroll through we’d had enough.  Instead of seeking out more rally venues, we became regular tourists again.  Further along the highway, an enormous upside down house captured our attention and we were drawn into a village called Broadway on the Beach.

Broadway on the Beach is a sprawling complex of boutiques, restaurants, bridges and entertainment. By the time we had entered, we were ready for dinner. Chef prepares dinner The Yamato Seafood and Steakhouse of Japan looked promising, so in we went.  We were a little surprised when the host said there would be more people coming to our table. Once in the dining room we discover that it was a traditional style Japanese restaurant where our food would be prepared on a hot grill, the centre piece of our dinner bar. A young family of six joined us. It was great fun watching the meal preparation and the reaction of the children when the grill went up in flames! And what a delicious meal of chicken, scallops, fried rice and mixed vegetables,  preceded by a yummy clear soup and a small garden salad with a unique choice of dressings. We enjoyed some very unfamiliar flavours. Flaming Grill

 

 

After dinner we wandered around the village, peaking into some of the shops, getting a closer look at the Upside Down House, gasping as some brave souls climbed to the top of a high deck to catch a zip line that whisked them through the air to the other side of the lake. I shuddered at the sight of the multitude of carp in the lake, scrambling with mouths open and fighting with young mallard ducks to capture the food pellets being dropped off the boardwalk. As the sun disappeared the lights of the carnival rides and the Dungeons and Dragons-themed miniature golf course dazzled the night. It was nearly 9:00 when we left for home.

Upside Down House

For a Mother’s Day that started out poorly, it turned out to be one of our best days,  despite being so far away from our children.

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Beach, Piers and Bikes


Saturday, May 12, 2012 PM

This morning the laundry bag was full so we put our clothes into a washer at the Laundromat and went for a walk on the Apache Pier while we waited for them. A sign on the pier claims that it is the longest one on the East Coast with a length of 1206 feet. The railings were occupied by many fishing poles, under the control of men, women and even a couple of young boys. We chatted with a few of the men and learned that today was a slow day.  We were disappointed that we saw no fish being reeled in, but we learned a few things about the King Mackerel fishing, for which spaces were reserved at the furthest end of the pier. The view of the miles of ocean and beach was incredible too.

Apache Pier

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of the permanent trailers at this campground are very interesting and several have wooden decks built above the roof line, making great use of the small piece of land that they sit upon.

After lunch we got back on the motorcycle and drove into town to see what was happening. Jim was disappointed to find that there were only a few parking lots occupied by vendors for Bike Week, and the number of bikes on the roads was surprisingly low. We were actually in North Myrtle Beach, so, after checking out the largest selection of vendors there, we headed to Myrtle Beach in search of more activity, but it was obvious that the bikers were being discouraged, at least from the residential areas.  Every side street off the main drags had sandwich board signs at the entrance “No Thru Traffic.” The multitude of hotels and resorts along Ocean Drive, however, displayed signs welcoming bikers. Every one of them also had “Vacancy” signs and some offered rates of only $35 or $40 per night. If we’d had the stamina to ride the bike all the way here and stayed in one of these rooms, we could have had a much less expensive vacation.  And still there were only small groups of bikers cruising the street or sitting in the outdoor bars.

The sun was bright and warm.  We parked the bike and wandered along the street, stopping to listen to music at the band shell, enjoying an ice cream cone and strolling along the board walk.  Then we decided to check out the view from 200 feet up via the Sky Wheel which from a distance I thought was a Ferris wheel.  It is the same concept, but the seats are enclosed in glass bubbles – no seat belts necessary. It moves slowly, allowing plenty of time to snap pictures of Myrtle Beach below.

Sky Wheel

Back on the bike, we finished the drive along the coast on Ocean Drive, admiring the prosperous-looking homes that we passed. Obviously there are many people who are not affected by the recession. We stopped at Shorney’s for the healthy salad bar, and then called it a day.

Note: Jim just found a message on the Myrtle Beach website that says the “Spring Ride” is NOT in Myrtle Beach, but in North Myrtle Beach, Murrell’s Inlet and Surf Side Beach.  That may explain why there are so few bikes around here! Not like the last time Jim came down eight years ago. Perhaps we’ll be riding further south tomorrow.

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Life is Good


Saturday, May 12, 2012

We are awakened in the morning by a very chatty bird somewhere in the tree above the RV. Otherwise, all is quiet at the Apache Family Campground.  I’ve yet to discover the bird, but he makes a pleasant alarm clock. The sun flickers through the blinds. Ahh, life is good.

We arrived here at about 4:30 pm on Thursday.  Other than the witnessing of some amazing driving skills by a tractor trailer driver who had somehow lost control of his rig but managed to keep it completely upright as it careened through the grassy medium between the north and south bound lanes of I95, the drive on Wednesday and Thursday was uneventful and rather tiring, despite mostly sunny weather.  It did pour rain on Wednesday night while we holed up between semis parked at a truck stop. Poor sleep and frustrated attempts at getting connected to the internet with our newly purchased Verizon Wireless Wifi card (you may recall the problems we had with that on our adventure to Sturgis) caused us both to be a little grumpy, creating some tension.

Fortunately Thursday was sunny and we made good time, so took a couple of breaks.  We HAD to take Exit 97 to check out the JR Bargain Shop that had been bill boarded along the highway for the last twenty miles or more.  It’s huge, but there wasn’t much there that we couldn’t live without. The next exit took us to a very large outlet mall. Can you believe I left empty-handed? Jim picked himself up three badly-needed new shirts.

The evening was spent setting up, having dinner and making a trip to Walmart for a few necessities, and one not-so necessary item, but a great buy – a 22” TV for the RV. Hey, cable is included in the price of the campsite! Yes, I carried it between us on the bike!

After catching up on emails and business on Friday morning, we headed into town. The sun was warm; bikes were just beginning to arrive; things were getting set up for Bike Week.  We pulled into Barefoot Landing and began a walk around.  It’s an area of boutique style shops and a number of restaurants and a theatre. I treated myself to a new Tilly hat, and we had a bowl of clam chowder at Joe’s Crab House. On the boardwalk, a chatty sales lady representing Wyndham properties convinced us to take advantage of some free treats in exchange for spending a couple of hours listening to a presentation for time-shares.  Not in the market for luxury traveling at the moment, we never-the-less decided to take the offer. Who knows, someday we might tire of “roughing it” and knowledge is always a good thing, right?

It turned out to be well worth the three hours that it took for the talk and the tour of a grand suite on one of the Wyndham properties.  In exchange, we enjoyed a wonderful sea food dinner at The Flying Fish Market and Grill, Flying Fish Market and Grill followed by a two hour variety show called simply ONE, at the Alabama Theatre. The show was spectacular, with musical numbers from a variety of genres – country, rock and roll, Motown, a couple of show tunes, and tributes to both Frank Sinatra and Michael Jackson. The amazing costumes, lighting and special effects were icing on the cake. During the many scene and costume changes, comedian Grant Turner (a.ka. Ricky Mokel) had us laughing uncontrollably with his “stage hand” monologues.

Between dinner and theatre we took a stroll across the parking lot to photograph The Blues House, a popular bar and entertainment venue named for the Blues Brothers. I wonder what it looks like on the inside!

We haven’t yet decided what we’ll do today. We could walk down to the beach and pier (we should have brought fishing rods) or get back on the bike to take in more of the sights and sounds of downtown. I’ll let you know tomorrow what we decided.

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Best to Get the Glitches Out of the Way the First Day, Right?


It was our intention to leave by 8:00 this morning, then Jim realized that he needed to pick up a prescription and our pharmacy doesn’t open until 9:00, so we thought we’d be on the road by 9:30. Hmm, there was more left to do than we thought and it was after 11:00 before we even left the house. We picked up the prescription and figured we might as well have lunch before heading out. We still needed to make a stop at Canadian Tire to get a pair of heavy tie downs for the bike, because when Jim went looking for the ones he had, he remembered that he’d used them on the old bike and trailer that he’d given his son-in-law last summer. He forgot to get them back!  We also had to go to CAA to get our travel insurance –Jim had tried by phone this morning to renew the RBC plan that we had last year, but was told that we’d need to go to a travel agent to do it (if I’d known sooner, I would have called my friend Pat). We got to CAA only to learn that they had just launched their new insurance company and were training on it, so it was a slow process.

At 2:00 pm we were finally on Hwy 115, on our way. Twenty minutes later, on Hwy 28, the RV suddenly started to shake and shimmy! We pulled over and Jim checked things out, but couldn’t find the problem. To make a long story short, we made it to a truck and RV repair centre in Cobourg. It took about 45 minutes for them to find and fix the problem — an unattached stabilizer bar. We were on our way again by 3:00 pm. We arrived in Brockville at 7:00, too late to stop in to see Mom, as was our plan.

So tonight we’re “camping” in my brother’s yard. Tomorrow we’ll visit Mom early after breakfast and the  head across the border over the 1000 Islands Bridge. It will be a much better day!

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Heading out Again


My best laid plans got derailed again with family crisis, and a short-term out-in-the-real-world work contract. Although many a post about things that caught my attention were often swirling through my brain, they never made it here.

But that’s all going to change, I promise! This week we’re readying the motor home and the new motorcycle (a Suzuki Boulevard C50 for those of you who are bikers) for another adventure.  This time our first destination is Myrtle Beach for Bike Week. We’re looking forward to the warmth of the sun and the breeze on our faces, after a month of mostly dismal weather here.

So stayed tuned for the reports on all the sights and sounds as we head out in six days.

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How Many Excellent Restaurants areThere in Peterborough?


Since I’ve been working full time at the Ministry of Natural Resources this past two months, I’ve had little time to do much else. One thing I have done though is visit many restaurants that I’ve never taken the time to experience before.  It is a policy for our office staff to venture out for lunch every Friday and downtown Peterborough offers a vast array of culinary fare.

Yesterday, for example, we went to a little deli called Sam’s Place, on Hunter Street. It’s a very casual type of place with half a dozen tables and a high counter in front of the window.  Once you’ve made your choice from the variety of sandwiches and side dishes available, and placed your order, you can sit down and enjoy the eclectic surroundings and, if you’re facing the street, observe some of the more colourful residents who are out and about.  Your food will be delivered to your table.

A sign in the window declares something like this: “All of the meat used in our sandwiches is created from meat from Otonobee Packers”, in other words, locally produced and not processed.

I ordered the daily special, The Canadian Club. It came on bakeshop fresh rye bread and was piled high with thinly sliced turkey (fresh, not processed), Canadian pemeal bacon, lettuce, tomatoes and mayo.I didn’t order a side dish and at first regretted it.  While the others at my table were enjoying creamy macaroni salad, or Greek salad, or baked beans, my stomach was growling. But when my sandwich arrived, I knew I’d made the right decision.  It was so thick that I could hardly get my mouth around it, and it was delicious! It’s a good thing that we had a several-block walk back to the office, because, as usual, I was feeling very stuffed.

Unfortunately, I don’t carry a camera to work, so I’ve been unable to take photos of the wonderful lunches I’ve enjoyed.  I’ll just have to go back with camera, pen and paper, and time to take in all the details to share with you, at a later date.

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Saving Family Stories


OUR STORIES

OUR CANADA!

Everyone has a story that their descendants will want to read. Where are your stories?

This is the tag line for a new project called Canada 150. The goal of the founder, Harry van Bommel, is to get 150,000 Canadian citizens and communities to share their stories in published book form in time for Canada’s 150th birthday, July 1st, 2017. Canada 150 is a national, not-for-profit group established not only to pursue the mission but also to facilitate the pursuit of the mission by its member organizations.

An historically large data base of stories is being created, as is a data base of writers who can assist you with gathering and writing your stories. I will be on that list. For more information about the Canada 150 project and to get a free e-book that will get you started on your story, visit Canada150.ca

Now is the time to do it! In the busy lives that we live today, time slips away too quickly and by the time we realize that there is probably a very interesting family  history, and stories, that our children might like to hear, it might be too late.  I regret not asking my father about his life before he was gone; now it’s too late to hear any stories from either his family or that of my mother’s, since she is now in a state of dementia, and no other members of their families are still alive.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too late to get the stories of my husband’s family recorded, and I have just published them in a book called Through Thick and Thin: a History of the Audrey and Ernie Victor Family. It is available at Titles Bookstore in Peterborough, or you can order it directly from me using PayPal. The price is $15.00 plus $4.00 shipping.

Through Thick and Thin Book Cover

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Are We an Over-drugged Society, Part II


When my ninety-seven year old mother was visiting at Christmas and she missed her supper-time meds because we were out one evening, I was concerned about her taking them when we got home, and then taking her bedtime ones shortly after. She, of course, had no such concerns, “They’re only a vitamin,” she said.

After she’d gone to bed I took to Google to see what I could find out about these “vitamins” that she was on. Because she lives in a Retirement Home rather than a Long-term Care Facility, her family isn’t informed of any additions or changes to her medications. My brother had asked her doctor recently if any of her meds could be the cause of her very recent and quick onset of dementia. He was assured that it was simply old age and the drugs had nothing to do with it.

We knew that she was on a mild anti-depressant (“nerve pill” as she calls it) as she has suffered from bouts of severe depression for most of her life. But, I was appalled to learn through my research that she was not only on two anti-depressants, but also an anti-psychotic medication, called risperidone.

When we took her home after the holidays, I asked the nurse at the Retirement Home, why Mom was on an anti-psychotic. Her response was “It was prescribed when she was getting really anxious.” She agreed that it might not be necessary and she’d ask the doctor about prescribing something else to be given only when needed rather than every day.

It was an item on the Global News program 16 x 9, a couple of weeks later, that caught my attention this time. More precisely, the words “Risperidone”, “Anti-psychotic” and “Nursing Homes.”

It seems that recently there has been an uproar in BC over the routine use of anti-psychotic drugs to “calm” the residents, some to the point of making them zombie-like, despite Health Canada warnings that these drugs should NOT be given to patients with dementia. It wasn’t until the children of some of these people began to ask questions and insist that they be taken off these meds, that an investigation began and new methods of calming the distressed, such as physical and mental stimulation, were introduced with great success. Changes are being introduced throughout the province of BC, but the practice of using the drugs is still prevalent in other provinces of this great country.

I understand that at ninety-seven Mom doesn’t have a long life expectancy, but she still deserves to live her last days with dignity. If her medications are causing her to no longer care about the things that were important to her, such as her personal grooming, then it’s time to take a stand.

The lesson here is that we Baby Boomers need to insist on being informed about our elderly parents’ health care and medications, just the way we did when our children were young.

Who would have thought that the day would come when parents would live long enough to become the children?

To get the whole story go to: Global News, Nursing homes routinely administer anti-psychotics

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Are We an Over-drugged Society?


During the last few months a couple of news stories have caused me some major concern. I’ve always been one to avoid pharmaceuticals whenever at all possible, and every time that I’ve caved into a doctor’s insistence, I’ve regretted it and I haven’t been long getting off the prescription.

I’ll talk about the first one today.

I’m not sure that I was even yet fifty when my GP sent me for a bone mineral density test, the only reasons being that I was approaching “that age”, early menopausal and small boned. I’d never broken a bone in my life. I was very skeptical, and was even more so when the results came back that I had osteopenia! (osteopenia is a condition in which bone mass is lower than “normal”, but not low enough to qualify as osteoporosis) When I asked my doctor how that could be, since I’d spent the last twenty-five years of my life doing all the things recommended to avoid such a thing, her response was, “Well if you hadn’t done those things I guess it would have been worse!” I agreed to take calcium and Vitamin D supplements, and started a daily walking routine. I refused to take the pushed “hormone replacement therapy” and was happy when it was temporary taken off the market. However five years later,  the Nurse Practitioner  at my new doctor’s office told me the results of my latest bone density test (I’d been having them yearly since the first one) had not improved since I was moved into the osteoporosis category after my second test several years earlier. I gave in to taking the newest “natural” supplement and my bone density increased to the osteopenia category. I still felt something wasn’t right, but I was without evidence to protest. Then, a couple of months ago, while sitting in a waiting room, I came across an article in Vogue Magazine that made me sit up and take notice.

The story, written by Patricia Morrisroe, initially sounded like my story. She too had been urged to have a bone mineral density test when she reached age fifty, and had been diagnosed with osteopenia.  She too accepted, reluctantly, a prescription for a bone building medication.  She later stopped taking the drug due to resulting other health issues.  Her subsequent research gave me reason to give up on my weekly dose of such a drug.  After reading the article, even my partner, normally a firm believer in following any doctor’s suggestions without much question,  had no arguments for me.

I’ll leave it to you to go to the link where I found it and read the full article.  Here are  the five main points that determined my decision:

1.  Osteopenia is no longer viewed as a problem that automatically warrants medication, except in rare cases. People with osteopenic bones have such a low fracture rate that it doesn’t make sense to put them on a drug to prevent something that may not happen for several decades, if at all.(1)

The definition of Osteoporosis has evolved over the years and was once diagnosed only after someone had sustained a fragility fracture. In 1994, after the World Health Organization convened a meeting of experts, osteoporosis was defined by bone mineral density, the one measure of bone health available.  ‘Normal’ bones were those of a 30-year-old woman(2), and anyone who deviated 2.5 or more below that standard had osteoporosis, anyone in between had osteopenia.

2.  Doctors are now questioning the  long-term safety of the current drugs, and how often a woman should take the test, and if it is even valuable.

3. New data from the U.S. Preventive Services Task Force, an independent panel that develops recommendations for disease prevention, indicated no solid evidence that testing a patient’s bone density helped her avoid fracture…density is only one part of the picture; bone quality is determined by othe components, such as the micro-architecture of the bone and its capacity for self-repair.(3)

4. As a small-boned person you may have lower readings on the machines, but you may have perfectly good bone, just less of it.

5. While most doctors believe in treating osteoporosis with medication, giving them without accurate diagnosis (i.e. legitimate risk factors) can be dangerous. The drugs can  have significant side effects, most commonly gastrointestinal problemsThe U.S.  FDA recently ordered the makers of the most commonly prescribe osteoporosis drugs, to carry a warning label, following reports of atypical thigh fractures. The accumulation  of these drugs being deposited in the bones for years, could ultimately lead to bones that are more brittle. There appears to be no such warning in Canada yet.

6. Not enough is known about the effects of these drugs, because there have been no long-term studies done.

Pretty scary stuff! I think I’ll go for a walk in the sun. I need a break before telling you about my other discovery.

(1) (2) (3)Morrisroe, Patricia. “Breaking Point.(osteopenia and osteoporosis).” Vogue. 2011. Retrieved January 28, 2012 from accessmylibrary: http://www.accessmylibrary.com/article-1G1-249226931/breaking-point-osteopenia-and.html

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Getting Back in the Saddle


It’s hard to believe that I haven’t posted a blog in nearly a year! Our RV Adventure was put on hold, a hold that was supposed to last only over the winter when family obligations require our presence. However, a decision to give up being landlords and purchase a single family home created an unplanned extension on the travel hiatus. That was a different kind of adventure for sure. By the time it was complete, winter was nearly upon us once more.  We managed only one long-weekend trip to The Bikers Reunion in New Liskeard before putting the bikes and RV away. We had some renovations done to the RV in the fall and we are now anxiously planning to take off again in the spring, possibly a trip to Bike Week in Myrtle Beach in May for a start.

In the meantime I’ve finally completed the book that I’ve been working on for the past three years — a history of Jim’s family, and I’ve done a lot of “mind travelling.”  My writing muse has returned and I will be posting again soon!