(Thinking about changing the blog name to "How We Ate Our Way Through The Americas")
We took off from Toledo around 9 a.m.
and head for the border. In Detroit, we
turned off at the exit just before the bridge to Windsor. We found a great place to buy quesadillas
with chorizo for $1.50 and a liquor store.
The liquor store was closed and as we turned away a car drove by and
honked. It was the owner and he asked us
to give him a few minutes to open. It
was a pretty seedy part of town with many rundown and shuttered buildings
including the YMCA. Pretty bad when the
YMCA closes!
We hopped back in the car and crossed
the bridge. There is a $10 toll before
crossing and the woman was very nice.
We drove across the Ambassador Bridge taking pictures as we went. As we came down off of the bridge there was
a short line of about 10 cars in each lane.
We picked lane four and finished our quesadillas while we waited.
Our lane shut down for a change of
personnel but it took only about five minutes.
We got up to the booth and the young woman was politely asked us our
nationalities, asked to see our papers and if we had been to Canada
before. After answering she said she
wished she was on a vacation for the summer, wished us a good stay and off we
went. No inspection. We should have doubled up on wine.
We started out on the 401 E to London but
after an hour and a half and a stop a service area we detoured down to the
3E. Must more scenic, through the
countryside and many small towns. It was a great drive and what we thought
would be a precursor to our weekend.
Arriving in Simcoe we found our way to
Mike and Pat’s place. They have a very
cool house and tomorrow I will take some pics to show you why. Residential neighborhood with a split-level
house but the inside is a much different world.
Mike also has a huge collection of arrowheads and other pieces dating
back 10,000 years which he has been digging from the sandy soil of Ontario for
most of his life. They have a beautiful
backyard with a pool that makes me want to go home and do some gardening. What?
Friday night we went out for dinner at
Dover Cove and walked around on the pier.
Mike had shown me his best friend’s house down along the water at one
point and before we knew it, we were sitting on Scott and Carma’s balcony
overlooking the water. We talked quite
a bit and enjoyed some wine and cocktails before retiring and heading back
home. We sat out on the front lawn and
continued the conversation until midnight.
Our friend Carma on the balcony offering us a nice beverage.
In the morning we fixed our usual
Mexican breakfast. I think we need to
change the menu to something else but it was good. We got going around 10:30 and headed out to Baccus
Heritage Conservation Area in Port Rowan.
A wonderful park built on property owned by the Baccus family that has
the original grist mill in operation for more than six generations. Because it was the park’s opening weekend,
there were tour guides in costume who gave tours of the cabins, school house,
Baccus home and the grist mill.
It was
fascinating and the guides know their stuff.
The guide in the grist mill is also the curator for the conservation
area. Very well done, detailed and just
fun to see. We spent most of the day
there and then took off for the beach.
Mike drove us down to Hastings Road where a devastating hurricane had
taken place I think in 1956. After, we drove around the beach area. The beach was packed with swimmers, kids,
umbrellas, ice chests, it looks like a nice place to enjoy the beach.
Lookin' good Señor Guerra!
Home bound we took a short nap, a swim
in the pool with happy hour and then grilled some chicken served with a rice
dish and salad. We talked again all
night and I think Mike and Pat want to come down to Mexico. Today is the big game between Mexico and
Holland and we will be watching it and making Sunday a lazy day.