And it’s beautiful.
It used to be one of the main ports of entry into Canada and still has a thriving fishing community. The delicacy of the town is Perch. It can be found in all the restaurants- grilled, fried, breaded, you name it. Our Inn is right at the side of the harbour. It’s pleasant enough but we have stayed in better places (esp for the price).
But the views, the beaches, the harbour walk and the town itself – lovely!!
Ps. The Perch was delicious
A wonderful day spent in Port Stanley (the ole fart town).
Nice food and sunsets with a Womble on the beach
Just look at the pretty view from our room
And the pretty Inn
J’arrive.
Bonjour and welcome to what can only be described as Llangynog in the 1800s! Port Stanley where there are no rocking chairs on the porch, only High comfy care hone chairs.
Tells you something about the place when there are two lanes for traffic, one for cars and one for motorised wheelchairs
Apparently it picks up tomorrow when the “youngsters” arrive (presumably people in their late 60’s)
The little cafe we stepped into actually has a bowl on each table to hold your false set while you suck your soup!
Tent caterpillars of course! Freaky webs all down the highway so I just had to look it up. Eugh!
Welcome to Canada!
Well a super run up the US21 from Lowell up through Flint and St Johns (which according to McGeek is the mint capital).
The last stretch across the I-69 sees us finish at Port Huron the border crossing into Canada on the US Labor Day weekend holiday
Tomorrow we brave the queues to get across on the trike
But tonight saw us caught in the tail end of a thunderstorm as we made our way back from the Texas Steak House, so now it’s wash time
Who knew a holiday could be this much fun!
Interesting fact of the day, Thomas Edison lived here in 1854, selling newspapers, working on the railroad and testing numerous inventions
Read the history of Lowell last night while Mr Fogg slept. Cool book.
Main Street then (circa 1900):
And now:
In response is it better to be pillion or a rider
After a relatively short ride today from Muskogen to Lowell, we have arrived at the quaint little Main Street Inn. It is right on the river on the small Main Street.
Lowell was founded in 1831 as a trading post. It’s the home of a retired showboat called the Majestic.
The Inn is right on the river, we have our own balcony and a beautiful room overlooking the Grand River. We’ll probably later have our very own collection of midges, mosquitos and large bites too, but I’ve a spray for that!
Mr Fogg is having a well earned snooze, having managed to find at least one large Harley store today and buy more Harley stuff (let’s not mention I also bought yet another t-shirt). So I’m relaxing on the balcony watching the river gently flow. Bliss.
Later we plan to go find the BBQ place, ribs are sounding good to me!
1. You can sing to your hearts content into your helmet, however off key and with the wrong words
2. You can practice mindfulness. Just “be”
3. You can wave at all the car drivers as you scoot past them
4. The bike vibrates. Nuff said
5. You can chuckle loudly and shout “tree” and since no one can hear, no one knows you are mad as a box of frogs
6. You get to hug your hubby all day long
7. You can smell the flowers, the trees (only downside is you can also smell if hubby has farted)
8. You can navigate by jabbing the rider
9. You can jabber about history with no-one complaining
10. Instant biker chick street cred
Of course, if you are Molly the dog, then who needs a reason to be pillion. She has been riding since she was a puppy and has her very own Facebook page.
