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A Trip to Trail, BC


Thursday, while Jim finished up the planter, Sarah and I and the kids took Kendrick’s mother to an appointment in Trail, about an hour and a half drive south west of Kaslo. I enjoyed the ride snug between the two booster seats of my darling grandchildren, while reading stories, sharing snacks and watching for wild animals.

I’d never been to Trail before. When the appointment was over, we all trooped into  a local delicatessen for some freshly made sandwiches and beverages before driving across the bridge to Gyro Park to devour them, and to bask in the sun. We spent a few hours walking along the beach and the rocks; the kids practiced  their new fishing skills some more, and took a ride on a make-believe sailing ship. I attempted to capture every interesting moment with my camera.

Gyro Park

Breathtaking vistas

Gyro Park

Fishing at Gyro Park

Fishing Practice

Gyro Park

Steam billowing from a plant across the river

A Kayaker practicing white-watering

A Kayaker practicing white-watering

Dog enjoying the chase

Dog enjoying the chase

Gyro Park

The large rock and metal pole on the left became the make-believe ship. What fun!

But too soon the sun was lowering and it was time to head back to Kaslo.

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A Little About Kaslo, BC


The next few days were devoted to helping family and friends with projects. Sarah’s mother-in-law had just recently received word that she had, after being on a waiting list for three years, been granted an apartment in the seniors’ complex, so I pitched in to help her start downsizing, while Jim built her a planter/privacy wall for her patio. We found some time to enjoy lunch at The Blue Bell with the family on Sunday, and Jim and I strolled along the main street, checking out the shops and taking pictures.

Kaslo sign

Kaslo is a great little town nestled below the mountain peaks and overlooking Kootenay Lake. Life there always seems simple and relaxed. There are farms in the area, many of which provide organic produce. Eating local and organic is a much easier choice than it is in Ontario, but anything that has to be imported, even from other parts of BC, is more expensive since transporting it is challenging. Although most people walk around Kaslo, a vehicle is a necessity to get anywhere outside the town. There are no trains, planes or buses. The closest bus terminal is an hour away, in Nelson; the closest airport is in Castlegar, an hour in the opposite direction and an expensive trip.  That’s why we flew into Kelowna and rented a car. But it’s worth the effort. The small town atmosphere is so inviting that you feel like you are part of a big family within minutes of arriving. There is a big, new hotel, and a motel, and several B & Bs so finding accommodations is relatively easy. However, Kaslo holds many weekend events that bring people in, so you should definitely check ahead if you plan to visit.

On the outside wall of the hotel, there is a little history of Kaslo portrayed in old pictures. Some things we were amazed to learn from this mural:

  • Survey crews laid out the Kaslo Town Site in 1889
  • A miner, J. Will Cockle, discovered the 125 pound Galena boulder, which became famous, in 1892 when he accidentally sheared a piece of rock while cutting a tent pole. Cockle was also a steam tug owner, a boat builder, an orchardist and an entomologist.
  • The Kaslo Hotel opened in 1896 and was expanded twice to accommodate the booming mining community. The stories of the original owners, J. Will Cockle and W.V. Papworth, reveal a large part of local history. Papworth owned the silver-rich Texas Mine, and later served for over twenty years as Town Clerk and Kaslo’s Mayor.
  • Cockle and Papworth sold the Kaslo Hotel in 1913. Daddy “Big Kid” Desmond managed the hotel, bar and billiards through much of the depression. After twenty years of depression the hotel and the town became run down.
  • In May of 1942, when Japanese Canadians were being moved from the West Coast and interned in Kootenay ghost towns after Pearl Harbor, internees began to arrive in Kaslo to face an uncertain future.  Some 1200 Japanese Canadians made up two-thirds of the town’s population.  Many were housed in The Kaslo Hotel. Most of the hotel residents were women and children and the conditions were cramped. The bus station (there was one then) was always busy as internees were constantly moved from camp to camp or to Eastern Canada. In 1945 the Kaslo Internment Camp was closed and Front Street became once again much less lively. The original hotel was replaced in 1958 with a masonry building.  Directly behind the Kaslo Hotel is the rail-to-water link, where rail barges were loaded from steamship to railroad up until 1957.
  • Kaslo experienced another boom in the 1960s with the building of Duncan Dam just up from the lake. The hotel was owned and operated by the Campbell family by then. Between 1957 and 2006, the hotel was known as The Mariner Inn. In 2007 the Eckland family bought The Kaslo Hotel and began a complete rebuild to an exacting heritage design by Robert Inwood. It is operated by Geoff Beer and Tom Eckland.
Kaslo Hotel

Kaslo Hotel Today

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The Kaslo Hotel wasn’t the only hotel in town during the heyday of mining. The Langham Hotel had been built in 1896. It was so busy during this economic high that beds were rented in three shifts a day. During the Depression, it too fell into disrepair. During the Second World War the Langham was used as an internment centre for approximately 80 Canadians of Japanese descent.

The Langham

The Langham today

In 1974 a small group of Kaslo residents decided to take this derelict heritage building, about to be demolished, restore it and turn it into a cultural centre. In June of 1975 the Langham Cultural Society was registered as a society. Today this award-winning building offers a theatre, an art gallery and The Japanese Canadian Museum. To learn more about this interesting history, visit the website.

The S.S. Moyie moored at Heritage Park is another bit of history that you’ll want to visit.

S.S. Moyie

This picture was taken in 2008 when we visited Kaslo by bike

Kaslo is definitely a three-season tourist destination. During the winter months the snow is heavy and the roads are often blocked by avalanches.

 

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Day 4 of Kaslo, BC Visit


Saturday dawned wet and cool. We had breakfast at The Treehouse Restaurant before meeting up with the family at the popular Farmer’s Market, where fresh vegetables were purchased and local crafts admired. The rain let up so we could enjoy lunch in the warmth of the sun outside one of the many bakery/coffee shops along Front Street, the main street.

Treehouse Restaurant

A great family-style restaurant as long as you don’t have food allergies

Jim and I shared a table with a photo journalist who had recently returned from documenting life in South America. He told us of the slide show presentation he was giving at the Langham Museum and Cultural Centre next Friday evening, an event we planned to attend.

After lunch, it was decided that we should all go pick up our swim suits and take the half-hour drive along Kootenay Lake to Ainsworth Hot Springs, another one of our favourite places to visit when in the area.

Ainsworth

Ainsworth Hot Springs,

Ainsworth Hot Springs, on the hill

There’s nothing like soaking in the warm water of the natural springs, while watching the children splash about. A sign above the door told us that the temperature in the large pool was 101 degrees Fahrenheit. For the brave, there was an option to wade through a tunnel where the temperature was 104 degrees. Jim made it through, but I had to stay near the entrance.  The heat and humidity made it difficult to breathe. At the entrance to the tunnel you can also get quickly cooled off by getting into the plunge pool, a cool 59 degrees! Up to our ankles was enough of that for us!

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Continuing the BC Visit


I have to admit that I’m often a very distracted writer, and often drift off to do other things rather than getting on with the writing that I really do want to do. But when it comes to family, I cannot feel guilty about being distracted; time with them is just too precious. So my plan to blog daily about our wonderful trip to BC was soon, necessarily, cast aside. Now that I’m home, I will make a determined effort to post daily until we’ve completed the journey together.

Day Two

After spending the morning planning a patio project for a friend, we joined my daughter, Sarah, and her two children on a hike part way up Buchanan Mountain to “the bench”, overlooking Kaslo. I was reminded along the way that, although I may look fit, I don’t get enough regular cardio exercise. That wooden bench was beautiful! The view from it made the trek worthwhile.

On the Bench

Made It!

View from Bench

View from Bench

Along the way my five year old grandson discovered these huge lobster mushrooms, which we cooked up for dinner.

Lobster Mushrooms

Lobster Mushrooms

lobster mushrooms

cooked for dinner

Day Three

My other daughter, Ann, arrived from Vancouver last night and she joined us and Sarah’s family on a trip to the Meadow Creek Spawning Channel, one of many channels created to compensate for the loss of natural spawning habitat due to the building of dams, in this case, The Duncan Dam, about ten kilometers above Kootenay Lake.

The Meadow Creek Spawning Channel is located at the north end of Kootenay Lake, north of Highway 31 on the Meadow Creek Road.  It was constructed in 1967 with B.C. Hydro funds and was the world’s largest at the time, supporting a total of 250,000 spawning Kokanee. It produces between 10 – 15 million fry annually with mean egg-to-fry survival rate of 45%. There is fisheries staff on site during the spawning season, which is August through October.

Meadow Creek Spawning Channel

Meadow Creek Spawning Channel

spawning channel

watching the fish

The water was red with fish.  There were signs warning of Grizzly Bears being seen in the area. We kept a close eye out, and didn’t stray from the paths, but there were several people sitting with cameras poised, hoping to get a shot of one.

From there we continued on to Duncan Lake for a picnic and kids’ fishing lessons on the beach.

Duncan Lake

Sisters sharing a moment

Drift Wood

Lots of Drift Wood on the beach

The sky was clear and the sun warm. The “resident” members of the family took the opportunity for a swim, while the rest of us watched and relaxed.

On the way back to Kaslo, we stopped to let Ann explore the Marble Cave that we’d discovered a few years ago.

Marble Mine

Graffiti cover walls of an old marble mine

A family dinner back at Sarah’s was a perfect ending to a perfect day.

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Revisiting a Favourite Destination: BC 2013, Day 1


Mountains over Coldstream

Mountains over Coldstream

It’s been a few years since we’ve driven through the mountains of BC.  I’d forgotten how beautifully majestic they are.

We flew into Kelowna and spent the night with friends in nearby Coldstream, before picking up our rental car the next morning for our drive to Kaslo. By the time we had arranged insurance, coordinated the GPS and bought a map for safe measure, it was time for lunch. We finally got on our way around 12:30 pm.

The air was crisp, but the sun was bright and it followed us most of the way. As usual, my finger was continuously clicking the camera button,  as I tried to capture every “great shot” that I saw. We took Hwy 97 north, from Kelowna back to Coldstream, and then turned east onto Hwy 6.

Hwy 97

Hwy 97 winding around Kalamalka Lake

The road hugged the mountains and curved along the shore of Lake Kalamalka.

Hwy 3

Hwy 97, one of many great motorcycle roads in BC

Both of these highways provide many turns that made us wish we on our motorcycle.

Logging truck on Hwy 3

One of several logging trucks we met on Hwy 6

Cattle on HWY 3

Deer weren’t the only animals we had to watch out for!

At Needles we waited for the free cable ferry to take us across Lower Arrow Lake to Fauquier, a journey of only one kilometer. This ferry has been running since 1913. It runs every fifteen minutes, so our wait was short.

Needles Ferry coming  in

Needles Ferry coming in

Needles Ferry

Needles Ferry, approaching Fauquier

Hwy 6 turns north from Fauquier and follows Arrow Lake to Nakusp, where it becomes Hwy 23, but at Nakusp we took Hwy 47 south-east to the fascinating old town of New Denver, the town we had visited for the Garlic Festival while on our motor home trip in 2010, but we had not seen the downtown. The few businesses on the main street are all colourful clapboard, reminiscent of the mining days.

New Denver Restaurant

New Denver Restaurant

New Denver Bank

A simpler life

Home Hardware

Home Hardware

Dome B&B

Dome B&B worth taking a closer look at, perhaps on our way back.

By the time we had an ice-cream and were on our way again, taking Hwy 31A to Kaslo, the clouds were floating low over the mountain peaks like smoke billowing from a non-existing forest fire.

Low clouds

Low clouds

More twisty roads

More twisty roads on Hwy 31A

We arrived in Kaslo and into the arms of family just as the rain caught up with us.

 

 

 

 

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A Quick Visit to Quebec


Finding the time or inspiration to write has been difficult this summer. Most of our travel has been to funerals or memorials it seems. But I think we made our last such trip, for a while I hope, this past weekend when we traveled to the Montreal, Quebec area.

We had to stay over one night so I looked for an inexpensive hotel near to our venues. Through Hotels.com I found a room at the Travelodge in the Dorval area. The reviews were mixed; some were awful, so we didn’t know what to expect. It was a pleasant surprise. The building is an older one, but seems to have been refurbished fairly recently. The reception area was large and had double winding staircases up to the second floor. I could imagine a photo of a bride with a long train descending them.

Travelodge Room

The halls were bright and clean; the room was more than adequate with a queen size bed, two night tables, a corner armoire with a large TV (not flat screen though), a sofa and a desk. A coffee maker, hair dryer and ironing board and iron were also supplied.

Travelodge Room

Jim found the bed comfy

I noticed no unpleasant smells that a few reviewers had mentioned. Other than a few paint nicks and some wrinkles in the drapes and bed skirt, I could see nothing to complain about. The dining room wasn’t open for dinner, but we enjoyed a good breakfast the next morning.

After getting lost in the construction on the way to our hotel, and driving through the Dorval Airport, we settled into the Travelodge Hotel on Chemin de la Cote-De-Liesse, before venturing across the highway in search of dinner. Getting there was a challenge. Montreal is known for its one-way streets and strange angled intersections. When we arrived at Le Bifthèque and entered the grand reception area where we were asked if we had reservations, we expected to see an expensive menu.

Le Biftheque Restaurant

Le Biftheque Restaurant

We were directed up carpeted steps and into one of several dining rooms. The decor was elegant – dark stained woods, polished wooden table tops on black tables with black chairs or benches, dimmed lights and a glass-enclosed fireplace. But when we scanned the menu, we were pleasantly surprised to see that the prices were only the normal for most family restaurants. We chose the baby back ribs, which came with a choice of soup or salad, and potatoes or rice. Before our order was even taken, a bowl of tasty seasoned, crunchy croutons and a basket of freshly baked dinner rolls were placed on our table.

Seasoned Croutons

Yummy Croutons

Our Caesar Salads were ample, so when the plates of half racks of ribs and huge baked potatoes (sprinkled with salt and Parmesan cheese) were presented, we knew we were getting more than we could chew!

Ribs and potato

Where did they find those potatoes!?

And it was all very succulent. We enjoyed some of the leftovers for our bedtime snacks later that night.

Next week we are flying to BC for a real vacation spent with family. I hope to have many pictures and stories to share.

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Be Wary When Booking Transportation Online


I learned an expensive lesson this week.

In July I found a good price to travel to Kelowna, BC to visit my daughter and meet my new granddaughter, so we booked two tickets for mid-September. Then we had to figure out how we would get from Kelowna to the small town of Kaslo, where they live. We checked the price of renting a car and it was nearly $700 for two weeks, more than the cost of one plane ticket. So, I booked the bus to Nelson, the closest we could get to Kaslo, and I arranged to spend one night each way in Vernon with friends, as there was only one bus a day and the times didn’t co-ordinate with our flights.

Last week, after further discussion with my daughter, we decided that we really would need our own vehicle in Kaslo, so I searched again for better deals.  I found a few at half the price we’d previously found, but by the time I consulted with Jim and we decided to book, the price had already gone up by $40.00, no matter where I looked. Hot Wire still had the best deal so I jumped on it.

Ecomomy Car

BUT when I clicked on the first choice at the low price, I got a message back saying there was an error with my order and please choose another vehicle. There were three more listed at the same price, but I got the same message with each one. The next best price was a special on a larger vehicle at a cost of $545. Jim said, “Book it”.

larger car

I did. I had to pay up front with my credit card and it said there was no refund. I completed the transaction and the confirmation notice came up. When I noticed an ad on the page for hotels in Bellingham, Washington, I took a closer look at the confirmation. I had a car booked in Bellingham, not Kelowna! How the heck did that happen! I immediately got on the phone to Hot Wire. When I told the agent about my problem, without hesitation she said, “Well, just this once, as a special courtesy, I can refund that order and rebook a new one for you.”

Great! Only problem was, the car I had booked was no longer available. The next best thing was back to an economy car at an even higher price. I told her I wasn’t happy with that, but I had no other options. She asked for my credit card information again and this time it wouldn’t go through (perhaps because one had just gone through a few minutes earlier?). She asked if I had another credit card. I said “No” (not true, but at this point I simply wanted a refund on my first order). I asked again if she couldn’t just cancel the first order and I’d book again later. She said that wasn’t possible and suggested I should contact my bank and then try to book again.  In the meantime, the original order would remain in place, and obviously the price could jump by many more dollars by the time I got back to her.

I finally handed the phone over to Jim, asking him to book it with his credit card. That conversation went something like this:

Jim: I don’t think we should have to pay the extra price because it was the fault of the Hot Wire website that the car was booked at the wrong location.

Operator: I wasn’t our fault. An error was made by Judy when booking.

Jim: No, she put in Kelowna, BC, which is nowhere near Bellingham. Why would she do a search for Bellingham? The error was in your software program.

Operator: I’m sorry, sir, there is nothing we can do about that.

Jim: You can give me the car at the original price.

Operator: It’s no longer available.

Jim:  It was when she booked it.

Operator: But that was for Bellingham

Jim: That’s Hot Wire’s fault. Just give us the refund and forget about the rebooking

She had to ask her supervisor. She came back to say she couldn’t do that, but she could give us Hot Wire Dollars.

Jim’s blood pressure rose higher and higher. This stupidity went on for another 45 minutes.

Jim: Do you really think we would ever book anything again with Hot Wire?

That’s the best she could do, so he reluctantly accepted the offer. But, low and behold, when she tried to process that offer, she couldn’t get it to go through the system! Hmm. Could there be a problem with their software?

Jim didn’t back down. He let it be known that news of this very poor customer service (and what almost seemed like a scam) would be spread around the globe.

Finally, the original order was refunded and the new, incomplete order was cancelled. Messages to that effect arrived in Jim’s Inbox before the conversation had ended. A short time later, he also received a message with Hot Wire Dollars attached. Sorry, too little, too late.

A search on the websites of specific car rental companies, rather than suppliers, yielded a hassle-free booking with Enterprise at a price not quite as good as the original price for the non-existent cars on Hot Wire, but much better than what we would have ended up with had we stuck with them.

Yesterday, there was more drama disturbing the peace in our home. I tried to cancel the bus booking in Kelowna. I was certain that I’d seen somewhere while booking that it was refundable within a certain time period. When I gave the agent the information, she needed to talk to Jim since it had been his credit card used for that booking. She told him the ticket was non-refundable. Nowhere on the confirmation sheet did it state that and he was in no mood to accept this. While he argued with her, I checked online to see if I could find anything about it being non-refundable. When I came to the list of bookings available for our dates and place, only the fourth one down said in the summary that it was Non-refundable. The first one was already selected, and was the lower price, so I’d clicked next and booked it. This time, I noticed a link that gave more details.  It was there that I found it, “NON-REFUNDABLE!” This time it was my fault, so I owe Jim $158. Lesson learned!

That’s why I prefer traveling in the RV! I hope the trip goes a lot better than the planning of it!

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Discovering some Canadian History


At Wasaga Beach we found a spot to park at Gateway Campground, just a few blocks from the beach and at a discounted rate since it was the beginning of the week, before the first long weekend of the season. We were told that the busy season would start in a few days and the rates would jump. However, after taking a stroll along the boardwalk at the usually popular party beach, we had some doubts. The large section of retail stores and restaurants that had been wiped out by fire in 2007 has yet to be rebuilt and a store clerk told us that the former manager of two of the remaining bars had walked away, leaving employees and patrons “high and dry”. Attempts by someone else to get them up and running again in time for the upcoming long weekend were being thwarted by red tape, so the prospects looked slim. Still there was a throng of sun-lovers lounging on the beach.

Wasaga Beach

Wasaga Beach

We hadn’t even packed swim suits, and the biking gear we were wearing was clinging to us like a shy child to its mother. Jim insisted we buy suits, which we donned to take a dip in the campground pool after we cleaned some of the carbon out of the bike on a ride out to the country, and we picked up BBQ chicken and potato salad for dinner. It was just too hot to walk back to the beach!

The next morning Jim searched the GPS for the historical site of Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons, which he was certain was at Penetanguishene, but to no avail. He settled for the All Saints Shrine in Midland as the GPS point to follow, thinking once we got there it would find us what we were looking for. But once in Midland and heading toward Penetanguishene with Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons entered into the GPS, our guide tried to return us to Midland, once even trying to direct us down a narrow dirt path to turn us around. Now occasionally the GPS does steer us in the wrong direction, but it usually eventually figures out where we want to go. But sometimes Jim just doesn’t trust it, or me or anyone else he may ask for directions.  This was one of those days. While he continued on to Penetanguishene, I dug out a travel brochure that told me Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons was indeed in Midland, but that must have been an editorial error, because when we got to Penetanguishene Jim found internet access at a Tim Horton’s and Google Maps told him where to find it there. A few minutes later we arrived at a spot called Discovery Harbour, a military historical park. This time Jim had no choice but to believe the girl at the desk when she told him that Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons was in Midland. I prided myself on my patience, and Jim decided to give up the quest and enjoy what Discovery Harbour had to offer. Discovery Harbour (1817-1856) tells the story of the original 19th century naval and military outpost built to safeguard Upper Canada after the War of 1812.  With our animated guide, Ryan, dressed in historical garb, we toured the reconstructed dockyard, sailors’ barracks, workshops, Captain’s residence and the original Officers’ Quarters, and heard the fascinating stories of life at that time. We also boarded the historic Tall Ships, H.M.S. Bee and H.S.M. Tecumseth moored at the dock. In the end we were both happy to have been diverted.

Captains Quarters

Captains Quarters (courtesy of Jim)

Our Guide, Ryan

Our Guide, Ryan (courtesy of Jim)

Tall Ship

Tall Ship (courtesy of Jim)

We left there asking the GPS to head us toward New Liskeard, and it did, right back through Midland and past both the All Saints Shrine and Sainte-Marie Among the Hurons, which are directly across from each other on the highway heading north. It was too late to stop. We’ll make that a day trip on the bike another time. We were still a couple of days’ drive away from New Liskeard.

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Niagara Falls to Wasaga Beach


We arrived home late Canada Day afternoon and I was overwhelmed by all the things that needed to be dealt with (lawn, weeds, pool, groceries, laundry). I knew there would be, and I would have liked to have just carried on. Full-time RVing is becoming more and more appealing to me.

We had left Genesee Country Campground in Caledonia, NY on June 23rd, suddenly into the hot, humid weather of summer. I didn’t want to disappoint my girlfriends back home who enjoy bargain shopping, and Jim and I were both in need of new sandals, so we decided this would be a good day to hit the air-conditioned Outlet Mall in Niagara Falls, NY – our last chance before crossing the border back into Canada. Two hours later we struggled to carry our purchases all the way across the parking lot to the RV! Good thing we hadn’t decided to camp first and take the bike to the mall! We spent the evening in the air-conditioned RV, parked at the AA Royal Motel & Campground and watched in amazement when this 48 ft. condo-on-wheels pulled in, two spaces away from us!

big rig RV

It was fun watching this big rig, with a jeep in tow, pulling into this small campground

In the morning we drove into the Goat Island Niagara Falls State Park for some picture taking (parking was only $5.00 for our rig and trailer) before filling up with gas and heading across the border without incident.

Canadian Niagara Falls

Canadian Niagara Falls, seen from the US side

Niagara Falls Rainbow

Niagara Falls Rainbow

US Niagara Falls

US Niagara Falls

It was another hot and sticky day. We were expected at my Uncle’s in Kitchener that afternoon, but Jim decided we should spend some time in Niagara Falls Canada. We couldn’t find a parking spot anywhere near the falls, and if we had it would have cost double that on the US side. We finally found an abandoned arena parking lot at the top of Falls Avenue hill and decided to take our chances. It was way past lunch time. We enjoyed salads on an outdoor patio while listening to the live entertainer. Then we went back down to the falls, took more pictures and got cooled off under the falls on the Maid of the Mist.

Falls from Maid of Mist

Viewing the falls from The Maid of the Mist

View from Maid of Mist

Up close and personal

Ice cream cones on the way up the hill saved us from cooking before we made it back to the RV and we were off toward Kitchener. It was seven o’clock by the time we arrived and my poor uncle was getting quite worried. Because of little or no internet connection for the rest of our trip, I had to put blogging on hold. That’s a problem that I need to sort out for next trip. We spent the night in the RV parked in Uncle Nelson’s driveway, and were away by nine the next morning, heading north to Wasaga Beach.

Thanks to Jim for the Big Rig and Maid of the Mist photos.

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Fish, Water, Wine and Museums


How many fish hatch at a Fish Hatchery in a year? Well, the one at Bath, N.Y. produced about a million and a half last year. That’s one interesting fact we learned when we stopped in yesterday on our way to The Curtiss Museum. We were camped at The Hickory Hill Campground near Bath, a lovely big park with a mixture of cabins, mobiles and many large RV sites and lots of shade trees.

Hickory Hill Campsite

Hickory Hill Campsite

We arrived there at 10:30 yesterday morning (it’s only 22 miles from Corning) and immediately got on the bike. The warm, sunny day was perfect for riding. At the hatchery we also learned that all the water used for the fish tanks comes from a natural underground spring – no electric pumps required.  Near the entrance a family was filling up several plastic jugs with water that was pouring from the spring through a pipe.  Although a disclaimer is posted it seems to be permitted “at your own risk”, and the matriarch of this family told us that she’d been getting this water for her cottage for 35 years. She offered us paper cups to try the pure liquid. Awe, it carried me back to the farm where city friends often came out to fill their jugs from our well.

That same lovely lady told us about the many vineyards in the area, and suggested a great place for lunch overlooking Keuka Lake. We took off, following her directions.  We passed many vineyards, but didn’t stop until we’d found Bully Hill Vineyard, way up at the top of a high hill, overlooking the lake and the Village of Hammondsport. The hills and twists reminded us of driving in the Kootenay area of BC. The view and the food were both worth the climb. After lunch we went into the store for a little wine-tasting (not much mind you – we were on the bike after all) and decided to purchase a bottle of their Sweet Walter’s White Chardonnay, before finally making our way to the Curtiss Museum.

Bully Hill Winery

Beautiful gardens surround the place

Yummy Salmon Salad

Yummy Salmon Salad

lunch

Scallops and Crab Cake on Mushroom Cap with salads and fries

As a teenager in Hammondsport, Glenn Curtiss was the ultimate entrepreneur and inventor. His main interest was bicycles and he invented several new models. By the time he was twenty he had three bicycle shops throughout the area, and eventually progressed from motorized bicycles to the Curtiss Motorcycle Company and later branched out into airplanes and boats. The museum is an interesting stop for anyone with any of these interests.

Curtiss Museum

Curtiss Museum

Any early plane

Any early plane

Curtiss motorcycle

Curtiss motorcycle

Travel Trailer

He also invented the first Travel Trailer!

It was another great day. We left Bath this morning and set up camp at Caledonia, before heading into Rochester, about 30 miles away. We wanted to see the George Eastman House. That’s a beautiful mansion and photography art gallery. It took us over two hours to tour it.

Eastman House

Eastman House, Summer Room

Stair Case

Stair Case

Living Room

Living Room

We made a wrong turn on the way to the Museum and found ourselves in the heart of downtown where they were setting up for something. We asked at the museum and learned that the Annual Rochester Jazz Festival was starting tonight, so that’s where we headed for some dinner and a little music before returning to camp. Who knew that there was so much to see and do in Central New York!