Ticking Away

We started our day by sleeping in and then finding a wood tick on Caroline’s shoulder. We pulled it off and checked the internet for advice. I like to deal with all my health issues by consulting random strangers. They said pull it off, apply an antibiotic cream. Went for breakfast and a walk on the lakeshore, but this time headed past the old Kingston Penitentiary. This put us on the sidewalk of King Street for several blocks, so not as scenic and woodsy as yesterdays walk with squirrels. And ticks.

Locals were wearing windbreakers and even gloves. And ski-poles, but that’s an exercise thing, not a winter thing. I’m sure they thought I was scandalously underdressed in my jeans and Puerto Vallarta t-shirt, but I find 13°C quite comfortable as long as I’m moving.

Towards the end of our walk, we stopped in at a small pharmacy to get some antibiotic cream. The pharmacy staff were adamant that we should see a doctor. They referred us to a walk-in clinic and even phoned ahead for wait times for us. There have been a lot of ticks this year, and Lyme Disease is a small but significant risk.

Proceeded to walk-in clinic at the Cataraqui Mall. The forty-five minute wait was going to mess up our check-out time, so we called the hotel to get a one hour extension. Gassed up Mitsu while we waited, and then after Caroline settled in at the waiting room I visited the mall to find a replacement for my smartphone holster that I almost tore off my belt yesterday.

Caroline was issued one prescription that’s supposed to nullify Lyme Disease. Then we rushed back to the hotel to check out and grab lunch at Tom’s Place adjoining the lobby. We were not in a very good mood, so I’ll just say it was convenient, and leave it at that.

Left some of our excess cargo for the hotel staff. My makeshift walking staff, our little picnic cooler, some leftover disposable plates and cutlery. Thought of holding onto the cooler for today so that we could keep the last of the snack food cool, but then we would have had to deal with all of it at the car-rental return.

All this made us a little later than we had intended, and we considered making up time by taking the 401 to Ottawa instead of our country-road route through Smiths Falls. Turns out it would have saved us one whole minute, so we stayed true to our wandering hearts and went on the byways.

It rained, so I was happy not to be passing semis in the spray. Returned Mitsu to National unscratched, but with at least 3000km more than when we met her. More than doubled her odometer, actually.

I would drive a Mitsubishi Outlander again. Did not seem very eager to accelerate, but I think gas mileage was better than my Honda CRV. The fuel tank is the same size, and my impression was that we didn’t have to fill it as often. It felt solid and stable, and had many thoughtful features.

Glad I brought Dingbat. It was so easy to work with our familiar GPS. Missed my Sirius satellite radio. Technically, I could have brought it, but it’s kind of installed in the CRV.

Took a cab back to our hotel downtown, the same one we were in ten days ago.

Tomorrow I’ll do Picks and Pans for the trip: favourite places, walks, restaurants and hotels, and their counterparts from the dark side.

Tonight we get one last chance to eat out in Ottawa, and then tomorrow afternoon we fly back to Winnipeg.

Saranac Lake, NY to Kingston, ON

Kept our morning walk simple today, strolling along the sidewalks around Saranac Lake for half an hour and return. We could have completed a loop in something like fifteen minutes more, but Caroline’s knee was sore, so we retraced our steps.

Drove out of the Adirondack National Park today, stopping twice to allow wild turkeys to cross the road.

Dingbat got us lost in Watertown, because after we told him we wanted to stop at Five Guys for cheeseburgers, we forgot to untell him that we wanted to go to the center of the city. So he tried to do both. Five Guys Burgers and Fries, by the way, is the soul-partner of California’s In-N-Out Burger. Real beef, and they know where their potatoes came from today. They even had malt vinegar for the fries. Why do we always discover these places on our last day? Actually, there is one in Ottawa.

It was cloudy all morning and it started raining at lunch-time. This reminds me to mention that Mitsu has a nice feature: if you have the front wipers on, when you put the car in reverse, the rear wiper makes a couple of passes without being asked. Good thinking, Mitsubishi.

Before I forget: Coca-Cola – it’s not just for breakfast any more! Saw someone enjoying an ice cold one with her dinner and white wine. I don’t know what would taste worse, the wine or the coke. Maybe the dinner.

Crossed back into Canada at the Thousand Island bridge. Shortest border stop ever. No line up in lane two and our only purchases were the picnic cooler and a single bottle of wine. Usually we bring back more wine than our duty-free allowance, but we’re flying back to Winnipeg soon, so we’d have to pay extra baggage or shipping. Decided against.

I thought for sure we’d spot all of the Eastern US licence plates on this trip, but we never saw a Delaware. They must not get out much. We got all the others, and we even spotted some stray westerners like Oregon. And California – they will not stay home.

When we chose to cut short our planned two-day stop in Lake Placid/Saranac Lake, we booked another night in Kingston. This will give us more time to track down some genealogy stuff for Caroline; we’ll be able to do it as a side trip tomorrow instead of fitting it in on the way back to Ottawa.

Bennington, VT to Saranac Lake, NY

Found our way to the One World Conservation Center in Bennington for a one-hour walk at the Greenberg Reserve. What began as a meadow walk had me wishing for my hiking boots and staff after we ventured onto the Woodland Trail.

The second stop of the day was Arlington, Vermont. Once upon a time, this community was home to one of Caroline’s ancestors, Jehiel Hawley, who founded the St. James Episcopalian Church there. However, he was a Loyalist, and most of his neighbours, notably Ethan Allen, were Patriots. Must have made for some lively block parties before he fled for Canada. Appropriated by the Patriots, his old house became the governor’s mansion for a time. Supposedly, one of the views from the house is featured on the Vermont state seal. Here’s the house.

Chittenden Home. Probably.

Chittenden Home. Probably.

Finding it was a challenge. After visiting the church and asking at town hall, we ended up consulting a historian at the library. (We just happened to be there on the right day of the week.)

A mixed bag of driving today. From Arlington, we headed into New York and onto County Route 61. Remember what I said  about having to turn a corner every ten miles yesterday, just to stay on the same road? Same deal today, but every mile and a half! We even saw a covered bridge in New York, as well as (ho-hum) a last example in Vermont.

Stopped for lunch, and the sun came out. Bonus. It was supposed to be cloudy all day. 20141014_111323Somewhere around here I got mayonnaise on the lens, because all the pictures I took after this are artfully soft-focus.

North through the Adirondacks on I-89, then small highways to Lake Placid.  We were hoping it would be like Bozeman, Montana but it’s more like Banff, Alberta, being more touristy than we expected. Our hotel was rustic and rather lacking in desks and electrical outlets. Moved on to Saranac Lake instead, where we have a larger, quieter, more modern room.

There are not a lot of restaurants here, so we may not stay two nights.

Waterbury, VT to Bennington, VT

The obvious place to go for a walk this morning would have been the cycle paths at Stowe. There are more than five miles of paved trail running along the river, and even a ‘quiet path’ for walkers and joggers only. However, we slept in and the eighteen minute drive to Stowe (each way) would have killed more than half an hour without a single step being taken. We chose to get back on schedule by sticking to the guest breakfast and walking up Blush Hill from our hotel. It was frosty this morning, but the early sun was shining. In twenty minutes, we were in farmland.20141013_065743[1]

Then into Mitsu to go over the hills and through the woods. The hills being the Green Mountains – we ran south all the way along Vermont highway 100. I feel a need to say that this is not a highway. It is string of country roads that  happen to share a number. Every ten miles or so, there is a right-angle turn at an intersection, just to stay on VT100. We programmed Dingbat with a couple of strategic waypoints so that he wouldn’t revert to the shorter route along the major highway, and I think we had to ‘detour’ him once or twice before he gave up and stuck to our winding road. Taking the country roads added about half an hour to the day’s run.

The sky turned cloudy early on, so although the fall colours were at their peak, they were not very photogenic. Parts of the drive through the Vermont countryside were lovely, and we saw two covered bridges, but did not stop. There were roadside stalls selling maple syrup. We thought it too cold for a picnic lunch and decided to have our first hot lunch since leaving Ottawa a week ago. The place we found at noon was a popular stop for tour buses, so we drove on a little longer to eat at the New American Grill in Londonderry. Eager to break out of our sandwich and salad rut, Caroline chose today’s special, a cheeseburger quesadilla, while I had the burrito with flank steak. Far from the cheesy grease bomb found in some Tex-Mex restaurants, this burrito was long on salad and black beans, easy on the rice and cheese. The restaurant had quite a good wine list, but we stuck to water. $10 off the price of bottle wine on Wednesdays, though!

Arrived in Bennington before 1500, but our room was already available, so we checked in. If it had not been, plan B was to do a side-trip to save time tomorrow, but the run from here to Lake Placid is not a long one, so we’ll visit Arlington on the way there. We have two nights in Lake Placid, so it’s not as if we’ll be pushing hard.

We have no reservations for dinner, or even a prepared short-list of restaurants. We shall see.

Acadia Carriage Roads

We did a good long walk this morning, parking at the visitor center well before 0800 to set off on one of the carriage roads. These narrow roads, closed to motorized traffic, offer walkers, runners and cyclists a variety of routes with smooth surfaces.

Carriage Road

Carriage Road

We had the path to ourselves for the first hour, and then joggers and cyclists started to overtake us. At one of the scenic bridges, we saw our first other leaf-peepers. This is a thing, by the way, we even saw a vanity licence plate LEEF P-PR, at one of our hotels.20141011_073104It was cool (3°C) and cloudy today. Fall colours were lovely, but the sun refused to shine. If we could have done this yesterday…



Our walk took an hour and three-quarters to complete, which puts it in the league of one of my longer weekend walks at home. But what wonderful scenery. If I lived here, I could walk or cycle a different way every day.


Acadia National Park

Today we enjoyed a full day in Bar Harbor, with a walk, a drive and a picnic lunch.

Walk first. We did the Ocean trail from Sand Beach to the Otter Cliffs.

20141010_092753That’s Sand Beach in the far distance, the trail is about two miles each way.

I ran my cell phone battery low, so we popped back to the hotel to pick up my charging cord and scooted into Bar Harbor to buy sandwiches for lunch.

There are two cruise ships in town today. We met a couple from Adelaide who flew to the USA, did an Alaska cruise and took a flight in a De Havilland Beaver, popped up to Canada and drove across it, skipping the boring bit between Edmonton and Montreal ;-), and are now enjoying a second ocean cruise along the New England coast.

Headed back to the park for a picnic at Bear Brook before resuming the loop drive. Lots of lovely scenery, and fantastic views from Cadillac Mountain, but no photographs to back it up. The fall colors don’t always turn out as spectacular as they seem in person, and the panoramic views just look like horizon shots.

We like Bar Harbor, and have asked the front desk to let us know if a room opens up to allow us to stay a third night, but it looks as if they are going to be booked up. If we have to stay with our original plan to move on to Freeport tomorrow, we will, but it didn’t look very exciting when we glimpsed it from the Interstate the other day. We could make an excursion from there to Bath, though, and check out the maritime museum, which has all kind of stuff on wooden ship-building. Remember; this was the aerospace industry of its day, with the most skilled workers in iron, oak and cotton combining their talents to produce extraordinary machines of transportation. And works of art.

Our plan for dinner tonight is the West Street Cafe. We had a little more time to compare menus and websites, and this was the place that appealed the most to both of us.


Portsmouth, NH to Bar Harbor, ME

The sun has been toying with us, making it hard to get nice pictures of the fall colours. Our morning walk in  Portsmouth was bright and sunny, and took us to Prescott park, near the Memorial Bridge.

Dennet Street, Portsmouth, NH

On Dennet Street, Portsmouth, NH

Sailing barge at Prescott Park

Sailing barge at Prescott Park

There were two highlights on our drive today. The first was our picnic lunch, and the second is when I overruled Dingbat and got us lost.

We stopped at a supermarket to stock up on lunch supplies today, and chose seafood salad for a lunchmeat. Also, there was a salad bar to build your own take-out. The seafood subs we built were amazing, and the fresh strawberries and kiwi were wonderful, too. We ate them at Bath. The Visitor Information Center wasn’t scenic, but the lady there directed us just a few seconds down the road to a beautiful waterfront park with a picnic shelter and Adirondack chairs. Pictures didn’t do it justice.

In order to persuade Dingbat to guide us down the Coastal Highway rather than the Interstate, we asked him to route us via Camden. Choosing a city as a waypoint often has an undesirable side-effect – he insists on taking you right to City Hall, whether it’s on the road through town or not. Just before the turn-off to Camden, I reset the destination to Bar Harbor direct. Dingbat still wanted to take the turn into Camden, but wise to his ways, I drove straight ahead. Into a construction zone. After waiting to get through that, we had to backtrack down a country lane to get back on to the right highway, and yes, you have to go through Camden. However, the country lane was beautiful, so it wasn’t a total loss. I was tired of driving an hour before we got to Bar Harbor, so I’m glad we’re here.

For dinner tonight, we’ll try The Chart Room. Reviews on Trip Advisor are mixed, but our front desk clerk speaks highly of it.