Thursday, August 30, 2007
And the winner is.....
Also it will be interesting to have J&B figure out the truck km's cuz we probably put 1 to 2 thousand km more on the truck with all the running around we did together.
There is no place like home.
Thanks for coming along! ~ Albert & Liana, Jim & Barbee.
Once again surrounded in McBride
Anyone hungry? Like the entire population of Jasper?
I had to take a picture:
... and it's only 4 1/2 hours from home. We'll be back.
The water was wonderful, and the setting serene with deer wandering past and the sun setting behind the enormous mountains. We soaked until we were all prune-ish. It sort of took the edge off my yearning for my bathtub.
No, I'm not on the toilet. Well I am, but just sitting there warming up in the bathroom with my feet on the heat register after a cold ride from Edmonton to Pocahontas Park at Miette Hot Springs.
You just can't hide with a 10 inch goatee.
Our plan was to camp at the White Mud River campsite in the middle of Edmonton. Alb and I had stayed there years before with the kids. But we couldn't remember how to get there and we didn't have an Edmonton city map so we needed to stop in at the info centre that was sure to be just west of Lloydminster. (Every province has an info centre when you first enter)
It was very cold that morning and we decided we'd go on ahead of J&B and wait for them at the centre rather than sit while they fueled up. Good plan. Except that there is no info centre in eastern Alberta.
We drove quite a ways and had gotten out of 2-way radio range so we slowed to about 10k under the speed limit and kept going, knowing that eventually they would catch up. They never did.
We got to Vegreville and Alb pulled over. "You'd better call them on the cell." Good plan. Except that my cellphone had gone dead and we had no hook-ups the night before so Barbee took my phone in the truck to charge it. What are the chances? In over 6 weeks this was the first time I traveled without my phone and it was the first time we had gotten separated farther than radio range.
We sat and waited for about 15 minutes. Probably the exact 15 minutes that J&B were pulled over on the highway waiting for us as they were sure we were behind them.
We decided to carry on to the info centre that was sure to be on the outskirts of Edmonton. There wasn't one. We waited on the side of the highway until we finally got radio connection. We followed them through the city as we looked for signs for either the campsite or an info centre. Neither materialized and when we saw Ikea and mileage postings for Calgary we knew we'd gone too far. But... there is an info centre on the south side of Edmonton! The girl was very helpful in pointing out that there are no hook ups at White Mud River and she made us a reservation at Shaker's Acres, which just so happens to be straight over from the Olive Garden. How convenient!
April joined us for dinner and we had a great time. During dinner the people at the table behind us yelled over, "Hey, it's some Ziemers!" Katrina, a good friend of Brandi's from JJ's says, "Aren't you Brandi's parents?" Yes we are. This is sort of funny cuz last fall we were at a restauant in Kamloops (also with J&B) and our waiter there asked us the same thing, "Aren't you Brandi's parents?" Scott was also from Brandi's days at JJ's.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Saskatchewan is the bug capital of Canada
Saturday morning
I missed out on family and fabric too
We stayed in the campsite in the middle of
There's winter in the air and we hibernate early
For some reason Thursday’s ride seemed extraordinarily long. There was no fog or wind to contend with, and the scenery around the Kenora area is pretty with lakes around every corner.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I haven't the foggiest clue of what Rossport or Terrace Bay Look Like
The drive from Wawa to
Even after the fog burned off and the sun came out, there is a chill in the air. You can feel autumn looming. The trees are starting to turn colours a little bit. Temperatures did get up to 25 or so but it’s just not the same as it was six weeks ago.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Ontario. It's Big.
I am determined to enjoy it for what it has to offer. And I am. But it’s hard. Because we are now headed home and there is not a lot of action, we have to fight to not start thinking, “are we there yet?” It helps that we are on the bike and the weather has been decent and the roads are good, so we can just enjoy the ride for the ride.
We planned to camp in Wawa on Tuesday night and we were about an hour away when I started thinking that I really have nothing to blog about. Jimmy added some diversion to the day by occasionally making comments on the 2-way radio about the weather, about signs we passed etc. Typical dry Ziemer humour. He made one such comment as we drove along in the middle of nowhere. “Something’s wrong.” I waited for him to finish saying something like, “It’s been an hour and I still don’t have to go pee.” When suddenly there was a hiss and a bang and the truck and trailer in front of us disappeared in a black cloud of diesel smoke.
The tool box that takes up an enormous amount precious space under our bed suddenly looked so small and insignificant sitting on the road beside the truck with the hood up.
While they boys puttered under the hood I climbed up on the rock ledge at the side of the highway to build an inukshuk. Haven’t you always wondered who the heck stops in the middle of nowhere to climb up there and pile little rocks on top of each other? Now you know.
It didn’t take long for the guys to figure out that the turbo hose had blown of and they had it fixed in no time. Their egos were puffed up when we girls expressed our great admiration for their talent and intelligence. So they decided they’d do it again. And again.
By the time it blew for the 4th time, we were only about five kilometers further down the road. It was time to admit defeat and call the roadside assistance that came with the new Jayco trailer J & B had purchased. Cell service was touchy but we managed to make the appropriate calls without having to drive the bike into Wawa, 80 km away.
It took about 2 hours for help to arrive because the nearest tow truck capable of hauling a truck and trailer was in White River. Alb and I abandoned J&B at the side of the road to ride in and get a campsite while it was still light out.
It turns out it was just a stretched turbo hose and torque clamp. (or something like that) An easy fix. Jayco paid the tow bill. Ford covered the parts and labour. We paid a $100 deductible and got the oil changed at the same time, which we (the royal “we”) had been talking about doing for a few days. We were on the road by noon – pretty normal for us.
I've always said "Age is just a number" However.....
As I joined the audience that was smaller in numbers than the large circle of musicians, I thought, “Holy crap! Somewhere along the line we have become old people.” I am sure I came across as rude when I refused to joined a little group of ladies when they offered numerous times for me to come sit with them in their little knitting circle. Okay, they weren’t actually knitting, but I’d bet fifty bucks each of them had a bag of wool and some needles or crochet hooks back at their sites.
uhhhh.... I'm lost for an adequate description
Running the gauntlet to Gatineau
About half way there we phoned ahead to reserve a campsite and get driving directions. We were determined not to sleep at Reno Depot this time in Gatineau. The woman at the campsite suggested we go ahead and cut right through the middle of Montreal as it would be easier than trying to get through the small town of Montebello. How were we to know that Presidents and Kings and Dignitaries were all gathered in Montebello; we’ve been news starved for 5 weeks. Well, not starved but more like fasting and it’s been good.
We decided to tackle Montebello. And other than helicopters buzzing overhead and the streets being lined with 8 foot wire fences, police officers and large dogs, we got through without a hitch. Had we not spoken with the woman on the phone we probably would have been rather curious as to what was going on.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Brown is for Bumpy
It had been sunny all day that Friday as we traveled, but as we neared Quebec City a storm blew in from nowhere and we took the opportunity to pull over and sort through the tourist guides and maps to find a campsite. We stayed in St. Nicolas just south of Quebec City.
We want to be in Ottawa for church Sunday, which means we don’t have time to waste on rain storms. As I listen to the rain pelt the camper all night I wonder how fun our Montreal drive-by is going to be this time.
A Bathtub. My Kingdom for a Bathtub.
They toured us around the area and showed us the old homestead and took us to the swinging bridge. A very long swinging bridge. I even walked across and back, brave girl that I am.
We had a very enjoyable evening and stayed up half the night playing cards. Albert and I slept in the house that night, in a real bed with a real bathroom right next door. Oh how I longed to soak in the bathtub. It was that close to me. I miss my bathtub. I know I would have been more than welcome to use it, but it was nearly 2 in the morning by the time we settled for the night.