tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67085979983539941212024-03-06T01:29:02.037-06:00Lynne & Millie's T@BventuresTravels with my dog and our little T@B trailer.Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-74026460183480091602011-06-07T17:50:00.002-05:002011-06-07T17:53:52.504-05:00Off to Greener Pastures!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRBjxTek737buAKIOzdJjLon2ItbQkqsSK3Y2I0BMbXSJxQVfBQdAGEjaAMaxk5tsrABDTvizPsOtzSlZLZJHf6l6i2X6M4HIYJPbtv4DjsqfFI-sD9ZRS3BehUQSOkGK7qydKuHIvSI-/s1600/tab+goodbye1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRBjxTek737buAKIOzdJjLon2ItbQkqsSK3Y2I0BMbXSJxQVfBQdAGEjaAMaxk5tsrABDTvizPsOtzSlZLZJHf6l6i2X6M4HIYJPbtv4DjsqfFI-sD9ZRS3BehUQSOkGK7qydKuHIvSI-/s400/tab+goodbye1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615608430894333954" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>A month ago, I posted T@Bitu for sale with the desire to not let her spend another lonely summer at the storage lot. I got a number of inquiries from far and wide-- one couple even drove all the way from Houston to come see her (they'd never seen a T@B before, and unfortunately realized it was not going to be the kind of trailer they'd be happy with-- they actually were looking for something SMALLER!).<div><br /></div><div>This was also my first time posting something for sale to Craigslist. As expected, I did get a fair share of "spam" and fraudster kind of replies. Fortunately, I set up a new gmail account to handle all of that stuff, but some of them were pretty crazy--- one email told me they wished to pay my full asking price sight unseen-- all I had to do was send them my PayPal account information (yeah, right!). Another said my T@B looked perfect, but they had found this other one cheaper and gave me a hyperlink to click that then wanted my Craigslist login and password (uh huh, sure!). Yet another, inquired like a normal person, but then sent me a "form letter" kind of email with all sorts of grammatical errors and odd sentences (sort of like the old Nigerian bank account scam, so again, "no way, Jose' !").</div><div><br /></div><div>About a week ago, mixed in with all these crazy inquiries was one from a very nice young couple from Wisconsin. They came down to see the T@B and ended up making an offer that same night. T@Bitu got everything she ever wanted in her new owners-- they love to camp, had been tent campers who were looking to upgrade and appreciate all the T@B's comfy features, and were excited at the prospect of longer cross-country trips. To top it off, they have a nice matching silver car to match the T@B's exterior, and also have a nice light brown dog about the same size as Millie who will be right at home with the T@B's tan interior!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I gave the new owners a crash course in T@B operations, and then got T@Bitu hitched up to their shiney new hitch ball, and off she went to her loving new home! Happy camping to T@Bitu and her new owners for many years to come!</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I'm still planning to attend future T@B rallies with my remaining T@B trailer....and this one really IS a small T@B!<br /><br /></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqeL24KR6VAnn0v-L_xVdPbSp-U7-dAWg0TpYeIA5B6Ph0Q_28IsFxyWS_xMm-VyGgURVfL266iHx7ztHBWwAJ2Y_asNTIxmspZUISJBboDI0vPwsRHA_iGy4kViBozsx9br5C1uk1EIU/s400/tab+toy1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615607277148351938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kr0lF5EyBLYUV0savvRKCXoVtnXjzvLo-ZSp_U7nTMRhz1m9bzU6k2T2qzvNyCGCvMu-OLWwD2Ik-rPgXLWhniQDB-bSJ0Ln12Jos2EmHItXlYv2OmbzY1mgtj9B32XoWw89ICpWE16R/s1600/tab+goodbye1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll probably just post future updates to my <a href="http://winnieviews.blogspot.com">Winnie Views</a> blog from here on out, so be sure to "Follow" me there to hear about my first "post T@B" T@B rally next month!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div><div><br /></div></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-60953730497229030042011-05-03T09:01:00.002-05:002011-06-07T18:00:48.304-05:00Lonesome T@B looking for a new home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoW6C7HIUsKdt5kFg7vZOgGQCF1OXX7IS634Vu19H6HWLUuJRwp9CCOy4qaMq2BgXJfJrp-rhaC7IVARb2YvA9-3jA5YK-INewJHTvTLy69kkxz2ciRtDBedvGvdUOY4J_uOoaJ4QVIrit/s1600/IMG_4238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoW6C7HIUsKdt5kFg7vZOgGQCF1OXX7IS634Vu19H6HWLUuJRwp9CCOy4qaMq2BgXJfJrp-rhaC7IVARb2YvA9-3jA5YK-INewJHTvTLy69kkxz2ciRtDBedvGvdUOY4J_uOoaJ4QVIrit/s400/IMG_4238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485351403577730" /></a><div>Hello everyone-- This is T@Bitu. Ever since Lynne bought that big white View motorhome two years ago, I've waited patiently at the storage lot with all the other lonely trailers for her to come hitch me up and take me places. But she only took me out once last year!</div><br />Well, Spring has now sprung again and I'm tired of waiting any longer! I want a new home with owners who will take me camping to see all the pretty places again. Can you please help me? Please!!!<br /><br />I just got a whole bunch of <a href="http://bit.ly/jQLk25">new pictures</a> taken of me this week. Lynne is including lots of my favorite things such as my matching silver T@B awning, Olympian Wave 3 heater, and more. <div><br /></div><div>Me and my extra things are located in suburban Chicago. If you'd like to know more, contact Lynne via Comments below to come take a look at me!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-36400289479641353472010-07-26T23:54:00.000-05:002010-07-27T23:56:58.068-05:00Hot Bottoms!<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSm8M2RKBpI2VlPPa9Tkhyw_g-qZUDmWgQDM6hWle3bv2AMfY_D5mb9vTh5hyphenhyphen7j-AUw0y6YiBZsyd4MSymFxGo3IU8LMfTeKXVR3KQz5TrL3uCYA8ciifYMjFHtjX37wWa_a6PLC5_PU0N/s1600-h/IMG_1564%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1564" border="0" alt="IMG_1564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt79545K6dr-VdE6_2gvbzLxvUb3q4H2zAna8oXbpia5vY1r2SekMSDdZ46iMgtJdmiGIAzpEtbB3LytK215WC9Ai70sDlkLfJ-sjQ1S5IqEZiJRgiN2WsKdraJMZzbCrsKAhVFufPYefi/?imgmax=800" width="402" height="302" /></a> </p> <p>I hadn’t camped in (or even checked in on) the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> in over 10 months, so as the summer rally approached, I looked forward to camping in the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> again.  It happily awaited me at the storage yard and looked like it had made it through the winter just fine.  I hitched it up to the Subaru and brought it home to begin moving my favorite camping gear from the motorhome to the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a>. <br /> <br />The rally was being held at Sugar Bottom campground just north of Iowa City, IA.  I decided at the last minute to go out a few days early and work from there as camp sites were only $16/night, and Millie and I were eager to be at a lake for a week. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcK1eHZIo2nASeZtQ7zq7BWEAkNxrKSp3F3Lf2yAwIDhimN8365hpZjDZUSVvEwD9rIHZdRNk1cX8mcdo1pym1a-Jzc4SGpXT_ccMPdUrRLtppVmKDcdILpz0hFeV9hq2jb91kU6dFy08H/s1600-h/IMG_1510%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1510" border="0" alt="IMG_1510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwjhW9rFnu4cPh3sZhr5SQKhamCo_INwSs-kCrNrbvcXRc5VsPJuFkOXX20lkgs4plFIMW5aS3u8oKr7mIdpDgq39DPmL-awdQSUUtOxdaeSFOIfbHn61jSeSuSpgSJKSkg9G97ii4gol/?imgmax=800" width="381" height="287" /></a></p> <p></p> <p style="width: 427px; height: 0.81%">The campground was lovely.  Two of my other solo <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> friends, Kathy and Judi, decided to come out early as well, so we camped in a nice section overlooking the lake and had the area nearly completely to ourselves….well, except for a family of wild turkeys who would trot out of the woods every morning to go eat berries from the Mulberry tree. <br /> <br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-38ch-zyI/AAAAAAAAEgU/Zkw7sr7hjKI/s1600-h/IMG_1497%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1497" border="0" alt="IMG_1497" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_q0x1v2p63vp6GgqmhRMpLMEngjiG1F5TzMV2pP8WKtOKd5imWdN-uPGUwE-xvNrnYnu80fr61U7_Ffmw1ywoY4IdSpgfDrcXYBE1QCHpPjOaDfd0RoNoTY0Ekqdiq6mQBaehQO6hmYnL/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <br /> <br />Iowa had a ton of rain in June, so the Iowa river (that feeds the lake) was still at flood stage so the lake levels were raised up a few feet to take as much of the excess water as possible.  This, unfortunately meant that the sandy beaches and nice boat launches were completely under water, but no big loss as the heat and humidity was absolutely stifling all week with heat indexes well into the upper 90s with minimal winds.  So, no pleasant canoeing opportunities, but Millie found plenty of fine spots to swim and cool off.  <br /> <br />On Friday, Kathy, Judi, and I hitched up our <a href="mailto:T@Bs">T@Bs</a> and rolled them up the hill to the group camp where we were met by 7 other <a href="mailto:T@Bs">T@Bs</a> for the summer “Bottoms Up” Rally.  It was really fun seeing these cute little campers all parked in a circle, and many fellow campers came by to see the <a href="mailto:T@Bs">T@Bs</a> up close and take pictures. <br /></p> <p></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; 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display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1523" border="0" alt="IMG_1523" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-3-AY38kI/AAAAAAAAEgk/0BQbqenNK_U/IMG_1523_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <br />Friday night, Jim hooked up his large laptop to his clamshell <a href="mailto:T@B’s">T@B’s</a> speaker system to play us a movie.  Clamshells have their kitchen in the back of the trailer outside—this came in quite handy when Jim made us all JiffyPop popcorn, and even put it in little sacks like you get at real movie theaters!  The evening’s movie, “She’s Out of Your League” was a goofy fun little flick that was enjoyed by all. <br /> <br />The rains held off until later that night, but when they arrived, they really arrived!  Thunder, lightening, winds, and torrential rain, but our sturdy and well-insulated little campers made it through just fine (Not so much the case back home in Chicago where the same storm dumped 7” of rain that night!) <br /> <br />Saturday was cloudy much of the day, so we mostly stayed around camp and visited with fellow campers. We held our pot luck dinner that evening, and decided to gather around my “Fire Dancer” LP campfire at the picnic shelter rather than try a real wood fire in the group campfire pit (to avoid the heat and bugs!). <br /><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-3-efWv0I/AAAAAAAAEgo/1Tz0o4FCXbI/s1600-h/IMG_1528%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1528" border="0" alt="IMG_1528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBVo9J2UXIcl4ZYAjPuR2-RKw-zE-E8T_17idUIlVzyfYlshRiIPQMlcZP3VLjQH5-yLcmWCuPPK5jMuuCc1oO56ufCiv61Wujxh8iIZrZQEZek3BTeCy-ZuvCUgV9lmnQSabPu2lujIM/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-3_AL4pTI/AAAAAAAAEgw/lpLfqcwKQJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1529%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1529" border="0" alt="IMG_1529" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDA-qDUIehBMFW6MBPOYQmowQDlV680yRVID9dcmnZ2aavPpuZ8z2LALl7nQTHGSwMnIYYaIK3odKJupTJm3wkfm40JRIqfGdF4b-Pvia59K4k-sH3wm4ZLa_D0kb9r4Nazb0J88r5qWwS/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkcIErkpltEGICWcdRV5wtmD-0VUjp1sqFnefkYK2eMvejv4Hl0Pi6b7elp7TULkPFFR9jSWsjHTrcycwjNIYP56drwUj9P670Auq1blXasJ1CUomDuU4t9YpaDLFGDZ87M3evJq4h5km/s1600-h/IMG_1542%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1542" border="0" alt="IMG_1542" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-3_yVEv1I/AAAAAAAAEg8/_SqFwnWtwdY/IMG_1542_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4AW3vhlI/AAAAAAAAEhA/BOGvlx32jQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1573%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1573" border="0" alt="IMG_1573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-MUlJKtRu4qgXSKn3mV5E2U_VoHD17DY4skx0ZzilvB0E307AcI8d-z9QDaUAu7fymfOD36-2Kij-s9C740SX7rVAEezR7P32ZTdAJajsxVRhgh6dyDE3AoteKG8dRp6IEg8tvqiZL4G/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <br /> <br />We had a spectacular sunset that night, so I grabbed a few fun “sunset <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a>” shots: <br /> <br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4Azq_dUI/AAAAAAAAEhI/77dJn9tf-LY/s1600-h/IMG_1561%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1561" border="0" alt="IMG_1561" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4BDwr5TI/AAAAAAAAEhM/BLWrNu5P_sw/IMG_1561_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4BWa05JI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/3c7p91m9YE8/s1600-h/IMG_1567%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1567" border="0" alt="IMG_1567" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4BvYVigI/AAAAAAAAEhU/eO6VT5cxLbY/IMG_1567_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="304" /></a> <br /> <br />Sunday was glorious weather—cooler, less humid, clear skies, and nice breezes.  I found a nice “no-wake” section of Lake McBride a couple miles north of the campground that was perfect for canoeing, and there was also a nice boat ramp and dock there for Millie to swim from.  <br /> <br /><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_rGJlK1MgsbY/TE-4CBTU31I/AAAAAAAAEhY/BSVTcrVB_ls/s1600-h/IMG_1583%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1583" border="0" alt="IMG_1583" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYgu8ukzVTP90FRm6t_fLLD5YqiEu_9OMpGtu_smoZ1SmVmN4D8UcpOQFeqdjvCUfQj0y3GzKqtapSxJzErCePVlRD7Gd4RU5n1v9mXPkEu2hpjliZL2N8Zg8ieIvvFQfTngD7We5XAzP/?imgmax=800" width="372" height="280" /></a> <br />We reluctantly left to pack the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> up and head back home.  It was a great weekend of seeing dear old <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> friends and meeting new ones as well! </p> Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-57988586038849995942009-09-13T23:05:00.000-05:002009-09-14T00:10:47.963-05:00Killarney Wildlife<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of the biggest thrills of this year's trip to Killarney, was the variety of wildlife that I was able to see up close--for the record, I saw 2 black bears, a red fox, a black snake, 4 beavers, and 2 loons. Well, of course, I didn't get pictures of all of them, but I did get a few....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">On my Thursday mid-day canoe trip, I decided I wanted to go to the cove on George Lake that is lined with 2 large granite cliffs on it's sides and has a small wilderness lake right behind it (a small granite embankment separate the two lakes, so you can easily walk up to the little lake). I thought this would make the perfect spot for a picnic lunch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">As I paddled around the tall rock cliff to enter the cove, I discovered that someone else thought this place was a good lunch spot too....a big black bear!!! He was perched halfway up the rocky cliff eating his lunch and was only a few hundred feet away from me. We looked at each other for a few seconds in surprise, and he then continued to eat his lunch as I began to reach for my camera. He stayed up on the ledge another minute or so before deciding that I was taking far too many bad photos of him, so he decided to walk down to the shoreline. I kept my distance and stayed in the middle of the cove ("Bears can swim" I kept thinking to myself!). Fortunately, the bear didn't catch wind of the pepperoni and cheese slices I had in my lunch bag and decided he would rather retreat back to the rock cliffs and forest around the little wilderness lake than come swim out into the cove to steal my lunch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I stayed in the cove a few more minutes to see if he (or any of his kinfolk) would return, and then decided to briefly park my canoe along the shore to quickly check out the wilderness lake (I wasn't going to be dumb enough to still eat my lunch there, but at least wanted to scope it out to see if any other animals were around). All was calm-- no more bears or other animals. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Amazing to wonder what would have happened had I come into the cove 10 minutes later, not seen the bear, and had set out to eat my lunch on that very rock the bear had just walked across! Wow. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Thankfully, what a thrill it was to share a few minutes in the wild with this beautiful creature in a calm and peaceful way. </span><br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112803829250610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gbCPt99sjIzgF6-qmA0V8MNrIujmk1Qbp-JgeoOHlMhhCDyIV0WW5U5k0-yi8xVjxUOC_-2ausNePUF5ouAoGmfnTkEsaxlF2TVSLUbYRIjGe7k5iop7YKhAMdIDX1-CuH1XNEoFXoAA/s400/IMG_3410.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxOixtO3FIYodkG9GZR9pqxxLZkxCZn6l0HIbxGfkHQ9-q8TKaFASrINPTeLxoZ4jf6dOA-FlxwaKqGrQ4i8bJuqcMb4fqhjHq-9rrcev739aP_oyR2tDD63R7Qlw3W-rFo7-qZ4qdXZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3413.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112795892325730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxOixtO3FIYodkG9GZR9pqxxLZkxCZn6l0HIbxGfkHQ9-q8TKaFASrINPTeLxoZ4jf6dOA-FlxwaKqGrQ4i8bJuqcMb4fqhjHq-9rrcev739aP_oyR2tDD63R7Qlw3W-rFo7-qZ4qdXZ4/s400/IMG_3413.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wNSvILelfIfyQ2zB6Nlgph88lBp_mbFq6lTREmD_Xj1cQvR-eTVR6SUhPeP70pGLDiMAXFdtVbx91CJKcW-cXI1faU-SHH7KWXlRnFSvKrSwPzKIMhTcOXUaPF-aD30_R5AJ5Z25LvUr/s1600-h/IMG_3418.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112788917877490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wNSvILelfIfyQ2zB6Nlgph88lBp_mbFq6lTREmD_Xj1cQvR-eTVR6SUhPeP70pGLDiMAXFdtVbx91CJKcW-cXI1faU-SHH7KWXlRnFSvKrSwPzKIMhTcOXUaPF-aD30_R5AJ5Z25LvUr/s400/IMG_3418.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhURbWno8JaEqFLWkryh_wEH02koDmDA4lzSo8s3oCBvYTO1CfFmGGUoLpBDrHh8sMottp1TeDFvWQm1jsJ_IzKSZ15sVo2ECRFRbDuXHek3ODRC7EwxyeNhIohNnSOcQg-_1enFY_4sHB/s1600-h/IMG_3423.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112782078897602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhURbWno8JaEqFLWkryh_wEH02koDmDA4lzSo8s3oCBvYTO1CfFmGGUoLpBDrHh8sMottp1TeDFvWQm1jsJ_IzKSZ15sVo2ECRFRbDuXHek3ODRC7EwxyeNhIohNnSOcQg-_1enFY_4sHB/s400/IMG_3423.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After the bear encounter, I thought for sure that'd be the only memorable wildlife sighting of the whole trip, but the very next day, Millie and I decided to take a hike to a granite boulder trail near Georgian Bay on our way to the town of Killarney. Here's a pretty little shot of Millie on the trail: <br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdX02FFzXsJwezX1vCIT8gWIGzcIQoB7XJ-82ytv93nibpbhOkIxEbKmrtdcG1wGO7bj-EQuquoS8rvpUbBuLXoxqFXe_or0DyfovumaOhLtUJtg52Yrl_Z0KQXV2uhb3DRMUtpn-h_sy/s1600-h/IMG_3466.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112486975377826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdX02FFzXsJwezX1vCIT8gWIGzcIQoB7XJ-82ytv93nibpbhOkIxEbKmrtdcG1wGO7bj-EQuquoS8rvpUbBuLXoxqFXe_or0DyfovumaOhLtUJtg52Yrl_Z0KQXV2uhb3DRMUtpn-h_sy/s400/IMG_3466.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> As we were driving out of the trailhead parking lot, there sat another black bear eating berries along the side of the road. Millie took a good hard look at him and must have deducted that it was "the strangest looking big black dog" that she'd ever seen! This bear wasn't too fond of a Subaru less than a 100 feet in front of it, so it took off into the woods quickly before I could reach for the camera. Same scenario when we saw a red fox cross the road in the campground a few hours later--too quick for a photo opp.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the water that night with my camera, I had a bit better luck with some of the other animals-- </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this pair of loons:<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyHk-4LEDkc0-AuQYqXtqi9bC4BD3ZeoQNRW02E9Efei-WT9P_Uz75vbR8m2UTUe-xZSHtub2wgW4aJRlby3Uu4AI5VMVdjoUP-GPw6OkyRaCtWyry0QcWQPzTaInegRDOC1kSird369A/s1600-h/IMG_3444.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112403101985682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyHk-4LEDkc0-AuQYqXtqi9bC4BD3ZeoQNRW02E9Efei-WT9P_Uz75vbR8m2UTUe-xZSHtub2wgW4aJRlby3Uu4AI5VMVdjoUP-GPw6OkyRaCtWyry0QcWQPzTaInegRDOC1kSird369A/s400/IMG_3444.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and this delightful beaver who let me get really close and take dozens of pictures of her before she decidededto swim away. What a treat!<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHv3uU75Fe9S4Bk1VX8Fo0ElKWt6C2jxq9226IuKRSL2ExDx9TMkNGkzdQHoMl91jYFBmwGULUaJyZNmUsR3WX2b6nTCgYFT-sLxP0W3fy3nQ0vtOmKnu0Cl4PGPJ3o0He_NMRVJRF_4d/s1600-h/_MG_3263.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112239642199666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHv3uU75Fe9S4Bk1VX8Fo0ElKWt6C2jxq9226IuKRSL2ExDx9TMkNGkzdQHoMl91jYFBmwGULUaJyZNmUsR3WX2b6nTCgYFT-sLxP0W3fy3nQ0vtOmKnu0Cl4PGPJ3o0He_NMRVJRF_4d/s400/_MG_3263.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0Zh5bj7KE09G4_auvKbjafxnXP7lmYDjuIjtvULxeMluCzU6T21_Mi_u-YiWEsI7hewj_GuciVmXWr6WdhhJe1C7t8ZkxLveRvkLP918cYmhDqh5oQPmMWHJmHoZGWXHyAQNPAFA0wsR/s1600-h/IMG_3493.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112234988146530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0Zh5bj7KE09G4_auvKbjafxnXP7lmYDjuIjtvULxeMluCzU6T21_Mi_u-YiWEsI7hewj_GuciVmXWr6WdhhJe1C7t8ZkxLveRvkLP918cYmhDqh5oQPmMWHJmHoZGWXHyAQNPAFA0wsR/s400/IMG_3493.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EHYkg_99c0JCbM4gIX_SKM_CWMXDLBVX0rmkK1FJf6xSnaugsKu3jB24l2QkqNNVyr83H3Stkn9JeGMQQUhZF-lCMyofllKhKnlJF7vmJ_cQasar9ULLi6xu1sg-RojQhuH5-z7q0_i3/s1600-h/IMG_3499.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112228911139122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EHYkg_99c0JCbM4gIX_SKM_CWMXDLBVX0rmkK1FJf6xSnaugsKu3jB24l2QkqNNVyr83H3Stkn9JeGMQQUhZF-lCMyofllKhKnlJF7vmJ_cQasar9ULLi6xu1sg-RojQhuH5-z7q0_i3/s400/IMG_3499.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-62027393112188777842009-09-13T19:05:00.017-05:002009-09-14T01:51:22.700-05:00Canoe Trip to Ontario - Killarney Provincial Park<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQCnWD4BFFJeKsj4ap0lDDPHkg4fsFQqG5X_ZquiyM1KWJ19S2Qc0uujUjKw8lIM9IA1P8aQQU5Pq7neOJ0I5DQao4YIONpb-wzB8TkiARuKJTaj8kUwGtQWxEMWdcERk__zN6lM4Y3yb/s1600-h/_MG_3227.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111728215956162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQCnWD4BFFJeKsj4ap0lDDPHkg4fsFQqG5X_ZquiyM1KWJ19S2Qc0uujUjKw8lIM9IA1P8aQQU5Pq7neOJ0I5DQao4YIONpb-wzB8TkiARuKJTaj8kUwGtQWxEMWdcERk__zN6lM4Y3yb/s400/_MG_3227.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> George Lake, Killarney Provincial Park, Ontario</span><br /></div><p align="left"><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I bought my first canoe in 2004 after attending the annual winter expo in Madison, Wisc (Canoecopia), seeing all the boats on display in the convention hall, and hearing a number of Canadian and US canoeists give some wonderfully inspirational slideshow presentations. One of the places mentioned often was Killarney Park in Ontario, so it was one of the first places I headed that summer.</span></div><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That trip in '04 was magical but miserable too! It rained the whole week, was cold, and bugs were everywhere! To make matters worse, I was camping in a small tent and had only brought freeze-dried backpacker food to eat. I was also too fearful and inexperienced to try paddling anything but the one lake next to campground, but ah, what a lake it was! George Lake was the most amazing place I'd ever experienced---virtually wild except for the one campground, with amazing red, gray, and white granite rock cliffs rising straight out of the water-- many a few hundred feet high! And the water!!! Most mornings and evenings, it was perfectly still and provided mirror reflections of the rocks. This was no ordinary "state park"-- it was a revered and spiritual place: THE "Yosemite Valley" of all canoeing lakes on the continent!</span></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I looked through those old photos from the 2004 trip, I wondered if I'd get the same feeling on the second visit. This trip was certainly more comfortable than the last-- no rain, no bugs, no dreary tent or camp food. Even though I didn't get another one of those mystical foggy morning paddles that I got to experience on the first trip, I still felt every bit as awe-inspired of this place this second time around. Most of the park, the campground, and the small town of Killarney itself were preserved the same way as they'd been 5 years ago. I hope that it will stay this way for years and future generations to come.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Killarney is 5 hours north of Toronto and takes some dedicated effort to get to-- there's only 1 road in and out, and it's a 40-mile drive to/from the highway and gas stations. The little town of Killarney does offer a few conveniences (an awesome fish-and-chips stand, an old-fashioned general store, a marina, a few small lodges, and a small airstrip), but you mainly get your gas, food, and supplies before you get here.<br /></p></span><div align="left"><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQLC_Hfojv4z80NlGgmkxr4BuSNUlXJG3pO2bDtLOGXGuOKtl7A11Pg6jI5wI7p44BknX9j8lmbmrxZqs8u-4EJTMrYNUbWFLDt9nqB-0FcqTOHoG4-NlEuHuT4qSYaUkhmTJtQXunqhg/s1600-h/HQ_2_1.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381146038921414338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQLC_Hfojv4z80NlGgmkxr4BuSNUlXJG3pO2bDtLOGXGuOKtl7A11Pg6jI5wI7p44BknX9j8lmbmrxZqs8u-4EJTMrYNUbWFLDt9nqB-0FcqTOHoG4-NlEuHuT4qSYaUkhmTJtQXunqhg/s400/HQ_2_1.gif" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like Algonquin, this is a park with hundreds of lakes linked together by portages (well-worn trails that you carry your canoe and supplies from one lake to the other). But unlike Algonquin, Killarney's hills and mountains seem a bit bigger and have more exposed rock. One of my main goals for this trip was to get into some of the interior lakes and try a few of the portages myself. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wednesday was in the 70's, partly cloudy, with calm winds-- a perfect day to leave Millie in the </span><a href="mailto:T@B"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">T@B</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and head out for a day-long trip into the park interior. I paddled down to the end of George Lake, and found a nice wood dock at the first portage point, a short 80-meter jaunt over to Freeland Lake. Here's the canoe all ready to go onto Freeland:<br /></span><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkrU3YDeCz7jyiSupVp2A_7437ZSHn3f5fdcYecTOiqwlmKroBmLYojlr5YeR7McP19xAjcbmuWB1aS42NMcqzPdS-HYA5AvoNhIsotjU9mheJl6Zk9-2frANsJ8J1BcESNvdzYyz1m_n/s1600-h/IMG_3403.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111637321610050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkrU3YDeCz7jyiSupVp2A_7437ZSHn3f5fdcYecTOiqwlmKroBmLYojlr5YeR7McP19xAjcbmuWB1aS42NMcqzPdS-HYA5AvoNhIsotjU9mheJl6Zk9-2frANsJ8J1BcESNvdzYyz1m_n/s400/IMG_3403.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Freeland was a long, narrow shallow lake with lots of lily plants and relatively flat, forested shoreline (very different from George Lake's large granite cliffs and deep waters). After 2 hours of paddling these 2 lakes, I arrived at my first "real" portage-- a 400-meter trail that would lead me to Killarney Lake. This portage was a bit more difficult, as it followed next to a waterfall and was a modest uphill climb along a shaded trail of tree roots and granite rock slabs. I decided I had better do this portage in 2 trips-- one to carry my pack and paddles, and the other to carry my canoe. After navigating around most of the mud at the Freeland Lake access point, I made it up the trail to a drop-dead gorgeous entrance to Killarney Lake-- well worth all the effort to get there! Killarney had some similar features as George Lake, but was a bit larger and completely silent except for the crickets and other sounds of nature. After an hour of paddling (and still only seeing a small portion of this lake), I stopped into a quiet cove for lunch. Here was my view:<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2_F8yDaKk6dERJ1Pyg-DDthSpPryRcfyD-vTVqvkbR7CjPir743CU_AZuHHx1gaPhOU4zaEBQT5maI3U1D4yDKSBxJZng88MCfVdnnYSPXVRtYOD1tuose9hZJbXVrLKW_SiiczYoyB6/s1600-h/_MG_3183.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111642021920642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2_F8yDaKk6dERJ1Pyg-DDthSpPryRcfyD-vTVqvkbR7CjPir743CU_AZuHHx1gaPhOU4zaEBQT5maI3U1D4yDKSBxJZng88MCfVdnnYSPXVRtYOD1tuose9hZJbXVrLKW_SiiczYoyB6/s400/_MG_3183.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object width="400" height="267"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bbvk9WAebo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bbvk9WAebo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="267"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> After lunch, the winds started to pick up and I knew my 3 hour paddle back to the </span><a href="mailto:T@B"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">T@B</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> was going to take some effort. Fortunately the killer portage was a bit easier going back as the trail was now mainly downhill. I did the same approach as before-- carrying my stuff first, then returning to carry my canoe next. As I neared the end of the portage, with the canoe perched over my head and my arms and shoulders getting very tired and ready to drop the thing, out in front of me darts a foot-long black snake across the trail...YIKES! Note to self-- wear big tall hiking boots next time! Thankfully, the snake seemed more scared of me and didn't stop for a confrontation. But it certainly put a renewed spring to my final steps! A man watching me said he'd never seen anyone finish a portage quite as quickly as I did! The rest of the trip was indeed paddling into the wind, but at least had no further portaging along snake-infested trails!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I arrived back to camp to find Millie well-rested in the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> and ready for her afternoon swim in George Lake. </span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HU5x-BhMpP-aFHVcwbfvKTD0uAH8IVh0uTgbwJHXYEWyJXlng50QGTWSKUyE6laQHu44-RU13oEf0K4JE0J5xHSaiSmY7lw_SD0qyR7VraiSS5S_-FEAXg3Wh7LWBkjbKls1j_AvQYL3/s1600-h/IMG_3408.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111290591810770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HU5x-BhMpP-aFHVcwbfvKTD0uAH8IVh0uTgbwJHXYEWyJXlng50QGTWSKUyE6laQHu44-RU13oEf0K4JE0J5xHSaiSmY7lw_SD0qyR7VraiSS5S_-FEAXg3Wh7LWBkjbKls1j_AvQYL3/s400/IMG_3408.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2gEkwlTSLg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2gEkwlTSLg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Thursday, I was still pretty sore from the long trip the day before, so I decided to just stay on George Lake and paddle to a quiet cove there for a lunchtime picnic. Here was my spot on George Lake (looks pretty similar to Killarney Lake with the white Le Cloche mountain range in the distance).<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SifYHH3bNaQK6dP1QbtJUXcSL8ILJM1cXajg55r0if2Hymk8f471p64DQrP2bj3IMsaRqtEqX25pzi99JPD6eBJth3qL7ydKjhWoey6-nQKcTg-p4KBQS2SNHfZn22ngJ4HoWSrOhGuQ/s1600-h/_MG_3200.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111631109809426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SifYHH3bNaQK6dP1QbtJUXcSL8ILJM1cXajg55r0if2Hymk8f471p64DQrP2bj3IMsaRqtEqX25pzi99JPD6eBJth3qL7ydKjhWoey6-nQKcTg-p4KBQS2SNHfZn22ngJ4HoWSrOhGuQ/s400/_MG_3200.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo7v1lggQTI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo7v1lggQTI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Here are a few additional scenes from George Lake:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFXX_FqekRA2CYEiMVTS5SkgaziO-Laxn5PSVTykJO3GE-HqDsiyrftbfyDxov5mbWSmxdtaVUH5khovJnQUouo-pcto1wZ0U1thN5bF2IAYRfpxDYUEfki9wJvqRN4SJ2XSywlWCzNs2/s1600-h/_MG_3157.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110959780405698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFXX_FqekRA2CYEiMVTS5SkgaziO-Laxn5PSVTykJO3GE-HqDsiyrftbfyDxov5mbWSmxdtaVUH5khovJnQUouo-pcto1wZ0U1thN5bF2IAYRfpxDYUEfki9wJvqRN4SJ2XSywlWCzNs2/s400/_MG_3157.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ZObd8pL_lZpFFoV9d3I6ifycpqdRpSTiGO3wZttwC_gDXv69ouAA7mHawpPaR-9_GJf36-iC4UUKa8GgS1fVTYZ4YpoqCLK8dp9sChfPGPVN4LAGqWDO_ouLIYRs0OR6shtLTEgDNjF/s1600-h/_MG_3177.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110860407035378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ZObd8pL_lZpFFoV9d3I6ifycpqdRpSTiGO3wZttwC_gDXv69ouAA7mHawpPaR-9_GJf36-iC4UUKa8GgS1fVTYZ4YpoqCLK8dp9sChfPGPVN4LAGqWDO_ouLIYRs0OR6shtLTEgDNjF/s400/_MG_3177.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTW2-c6jHZVAyK0wAibYrZ_DHVp2cfw2TFmom60LrNTzTRJcpqdSrfVIXn98t5K3qZ47BZXJF_PUJfvjGsU9h2Sy9bS9rHkOzJLgeoiNwJw_wCmcdbdywnBtyYHgeJaAxoXCVA_xOHkzWQ/s1600-h/_MG_3257.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110854808899138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTW2-c6jHZVAyK0wAibYrZ_DHVp2cfw2TFmom60LrNTzTRJcpqdSrfVIXn98t5K3qZ47BZXJF_PUJfvjGsU9h2Sy9bS9rHkOzJLgeoiNwJw_wCmcdbdywnBtyYHgeJaAxoXCVA_xOHkzWQ/s400/_MG_3257.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On my final morning at Killarney, I did a morning hike around Proulx marsh and the cranberry bog just as the morning ground fog was lifting.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTYrbHUDnNsQuPl6WkkdDERmFFmlJi5aB8xZNcKfzPhnLfQs0byUOas_iFEbCG62bqKJXg867sIwLni-xMx6slbi1l6rsuxGCGCh12dW9JA1Hp7mhqL2E6qn9kEFbd4v7sOogF4ndnNE5/s1600-h/_MG_3195-Edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110845610409250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTYrbHUDnNsQuPl6WkkdDERmFFmlJi5aB8xZNcKfzPhnLfQs0byUOas_iFEbCG62bqKJXg867sIwLni-xMx6slbi1l6rsuxGCGCh12dW9JA1Hp7mhqL2E6qn9kEFbd4v7sOogF4ndnNE5/s400/_MG_3195-Edit.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My final evening sunset paddle was a serene end to a terrific trip-- calm waters, warm weather, dry and bug-free. An added bonus for this week after Labor Day-- all the kids were back in school, so even the campground was just filled with older, quiet adults. I think I'll make September my preferred month for all my future Canadian canoe trips!<br /></span></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVWUxhFZYPG_M0Y-tRGgBQakHhsSZve8em8p-I_oiO8H7Iyyfc_RlAw7-6UfIhGaD_llBCuTgUvR4FnTjUbbNbPKJngZQApQ3j1Sl0PVzrzUL76bcR2W7tcQOKbUnj_YYLcwRlpprD__Q/s1600-h/_MG_3235.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110841244408978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVWUxhFZYPG_M0Y-tRGgBQakHhsSZve8em8p-I_oiO8H7Iyyfc_RlAw7-6UfIhGaD_llBCuTgUvR4FnTjUbbNbPKJngZQApQ3j1Sl0PVzrzUL76bcR2W7tcQOKbUnj_YYLcwRlpprD__Q/s400/_MG_3235.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANiSfXt0qg0KwidzvUQZdqNTfIPGYUW_FW5lgbm-7blcMC2-DZ2rehea_quP8hsyJCcfX2xEipYdYR-iHbPpUNgNTkLvoQejxcDA-eBLoTSHcZGop7p-IH8cqte6u9g8uDy5FzMssYJTc/s1600-h/_MG_3239.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110830633071938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANiSfXt0qg0KwidzvUQZdqNTfIPGYUW_FW5lgbm-7blcMC2-DZ2rehea_quP8hsyJCcfX2xEipYdYR-iHbPpUNgNTkLvoQejxcDA-eBLoTSHcZGop7p-IH8cqte6u9g8uDy5FzMssYJTc/s400/_MG_3239.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r838wjCawk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r838wjCawk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really hated to leave Canada and return to the States. I don't know what it is, but everyone just seems friendlier up there and less stressed-out than in the States. Even the dogs seemed friendly-- Millie had no shortage of eager playmates at each afternoon swim!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An older couple who was camped next to me invited me over to their campfire each night and were delightful to talk to-- Jack and Dawn from west of Toronto. They camped in a Sportmobile and had driven it all over Canada and the U.S. (including a trip to the artic circle in the Northwest Territories!).</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But alas, I had to head back to the hustle and bustle of the U.S. and turn the laptop and cell phone back on. One final stop to Tim Horton's to use up my remaining Toonies, and my immersion into all-things-Canadian was finished for another year. But I'll definitely be back!<br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-10475808499308013072009-09-09T18:35:00.004-05:002009-09-14T01:40:18.236-05:00Canoe Trip to Ontario - Algonquin Provincial Park<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWfMemPcbTEZgbjGi8D1izl_0ysYQjJ1rjmB9MGHQb7etq-0UvNZ8J4IjldIMTiy0uQgiPN01RMkE-nyeznGuWxHf3KV32ojWEIil_HdGpe-PfGu_RgnZ3vV6p9kjEyNy7X2ygn4k4rHV/s1600-h/IMG_3375-Edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381109218523590098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWfMemPcbTEZgbjGi8D1izl_0ysYQjJ1rjmB9MGHQb7etq-0UvNZ8J4IjldIMTiy0uQgiPN01RMkE-nyeznGuWxHf3KV32ojWEIil_HdGpe-PfGu_RgnZ3vV6p9kjEyNy7X2ygn4k4rHV/s400/IMG_3375-Edit.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dawn, Lake of Two Rivers, Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario</span></span><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8guVPKHiyoAN6sbqhu_2g29hX7eHDk51LsmqWypH5oX1noJtlzRw6iq7QQ8Av-ngBzmndSBUWTtyfMGthQsnbPeLnV6EZPMVQlXiSkN9Om9XS_MtLoBUGSknmdR2AyiSJ7AuSr3UUNr90/s1600-h/_MG_3121-Edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381109208258322738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8guVPKHiyoAN6sbqhu_2g29hX7eHDk51LsmqWypH5oX1noJtlzRw6iq7QQ8Av-ngBzmndSBUWTtyfMGthQsnbPeLnV6EZPMVQlXiSkN9Om9XS_MtLoBUGSknmdR2AyiSJ7AuSr3UUNr90/s400/_MG_3121-Edit.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had been so busy this summer learning all the finer points to RV'ing with the new Winnebago, that I had neglected some of my other great summertime passions-- </span><a href="mailto:T@B"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">T@B</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> camping, canoeing, and an annual trip to Canada. So, when I found some last-minute campsites available at the two prime canoeing parks in Ontario, I quickly reserved them and planned a week-long vacation.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"><br />I initially thought I'd leave early Friday evening and stop in Michigan for the night, but the last day of work before a vacation never goes as planned (nor does getting the camper packing finished on-time). So, I got Millie up at 4 a.m. on Saturday and we drove all the way to Algonquin in one lonnngggg day (750 miles in 16 hours). Luckily, I made it to the final town for gas and supplies (Huntsville, Ontario) just before the stores closed, and to my relief, I was not bothering any of the other campers with setting up my camp late at night as a roudy bunch of school kids and their intoxicated parents were making plenty of noise to cover for me (and fortunately, they called it a night about midnight just as I was ready to sleep).</div><div align="left"><br />Millie and I stayed at Canisbay campground, one of the many along the "Highway 60 corridor." Algonquin is really 2 different parks in one-- a populated corridor of campgrounds, lodges, cottages, and lakes that are easily accessible from the road; and the interior park of hundreds of additional lakes that are only accessible via multi-day backcountry canoe tripping. I opted for the comforts of the corridor park for this visit. </div></span><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrzNIiycXDyxnVk0myllTNrrElN087WlxzHHT7BeCu_-rzNTW0-0_o5ygyC0Ezcf93JG0ZeIxbTi-dpMJIf7l5xi9L3QNr2g4gQ-Z2JHdUyFpK-c8QSYwVW2D0DdNlvosHnspczsT4K16/s1600-h/IMG_3362.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108994002862482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrzNIiycXDyxnVk0myllTNrrElN087WlxzHHT7BeCu_-rzNTW0-0_o5ygyC0Ezcf93JG0ZeIxbTi-dpMJIf7l5xi9L3QNr2g4gQ-Z2JHdUyFpK-c8QSYwVW2D0DdNlvosHnspczsT4K16/s400/IMG_3362.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We had a large electric site at Canisbay so I decided to rig up the rope lights. Millie and I also enjoyed our nightly Firedancer campfire-- what a "must-have" camping item for campers like me who can't ever seem to keep a real campfire lit (and who don't want to mess with hauling/chopping wood around with them). When we later got to our non-electric site at Killarney Park, the Firedancer did double-duty at providing lighting for the inside of the trailer (so my battery power could be used solely on keeping the fridge running).<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgD69lwJ__mU3N-trhOwZhkjSY9Z-tbM160rUIlIb7ntvkLCBEDSDw7RfZQO5uWbiMQjLIzCjGSyqMiIrG9p1S1Na-3SLhQqaSIuTmuP7Mlwk8Qm1Qc_cttL5YhgvXtZ2ox3gOqqo6KWW/s1600-h/IMG_3374.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108986764390434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgD69lwJ__mU3N-trhOwZhkjSY9Z-tbM160rUIlIb7ntvkLCBEDSDw7RfZQO5uWbiMQjLIzCjGSyqMiIrG9p1S1Na-3SLhQqaSIuTmuP7Mlwk8Qm1Qc_cttL5YhgvXtZ2ox3gOqqo6KWW/s400/IMG_3374.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our daily routine at Algonquin was to putz around camp in the morning or take a hike, then take Millie for a swim after lunch, and let her sleep and dry off in the car while I would go canoeing for a few hours. (A bit of history-- when Millie was a puppy, I had visions of her growing up into one of those great canoeing dogs that just sits quietly in the front of the canoe and enjoys the ride....but alas, she much preferred being in the water than on it inside some tippy boat).</span><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PI82vYNFt9I&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PI82vYNFt9I&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Since I knew I'd be canoeing a lot of lakes at Killarney, I decided in Algonquin to take advantage of the Madawaska River that connects a number of the corridor lakes to each another. This section connected the very large Lake of Two Rivers to Pog Lake and featured a number of lily plants.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108777646607250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBlCGd8Zg16FOPONFNyalFgJLJZjWcNmGUyDVNq7W6HhQZ6DpwzFCXEjyU6wlWgBJnzc4wrOE03snjkrzKqGlJB-M-hddKI8Wn0hVUKHNZJJGHbsiSpog8wJWNO3k7A2oon7TYO4ExX10/s400/IMG_3317.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWco9E6KXgfwkt0MbJZjuqtHpweY6PEvZlZhoczJ2t3VwI8KWHn6FuwnjvGJ1bX9HqizX_LTspOmCIEjCc5q62yhmf0hclP7DoPXRPmrFlecAIH9NXCuop5BdYMlbLXcR49DQaoSB9Fp-/s1600-h/IMG_3331.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108795994612850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWco9E6KXgfwkt0MbJZjuqtHpweY6PEvZlZhoczJ2t3VwI8KWHn6FuwnjvGJ1bX9HqizX_LTspOmCIEjCc5q62yhmf0hclP7DoPXRPmrFlecAIH9NXCuop5BdYMlbLXcR49DQaoSB9Fp-/s400/IMG_3331.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivV-bYBH4v4elna7ZV3lT2VneHqB9ytUfIQcOKEw6UHyW7SVikoF4BIyQBCW9XldBRSjOqty2W2d5XHHYiPemJaIdocrrhZuAL7QRyEs_ozFi44CusZE6Pe0aUDUTreVoo2xYdDrPh4b6T/s1600-h/IMG_3320.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108786459161666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivV-bYBH4v4elna7ZV3lT2VneHqB9ytUfIQcOKEw6UHyW7SVikoF4BIyQBCW9XldBRSjOqty2W2d5XHHYiPemJaIdocrrhZuAL7QRyEs_ozFi44CusZE6Pe0aUDUTreVoo2xYdDrPh4b6T/s400/IMG_3320.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While most of the lakes in Algonquin prohibit motor boats, some of the larger corridor lakes allow them. These are also some of the lakes that still have "grandfathered-in" private lodges and cottages on them as well. As I paddled the connector between Rock and Whitefish lakes, I came across this classic old cottage that had a great dock to sit on-- pretty nice digs! </span></div><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgki0NtXJkg9_joPF_TD3broTciH3pzlR56MUyalHMeMfrZRGHvbq8Y7H6kNZ9lHn0feFKrPdBQrnYM9YHeuysuqi5NIm0Bw79uiVQOixp3ZFkaeNVfEpo0f7EVn1Sqe5b3GqXbos5ypXCf/s1600-h/IMG_3314.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108769432835426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgki0NtXJkg9_joPF_TD3broTciH3pzlR56MUyalHMeMfrZRGHvbq8Y7H6kNZ9lHn0feFKrPdBQrnYM9YHeuysuqi5NIm0Bw79uiVQOixp3ZFkaeNVfEpo0f7EVn1Sqe5b3GqXbos5ypXCf/s400/IMG_3314.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pog Lake is a very popular campground and canoeing lake-- but fortunately, for me this day, the campground had just closed for the season, so the lake was completely mine to paddle!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88W-XckaMGYflfXjenj6pBdeZKYcRn2kz4nL5OlmyRHIC_XPNCkwuWSRUUEs83XDZP5qXgpd4731R2EkiDM56z34DDWaieArBLQWwhVS0xndvk83I6m4M84sESE3GQW_qkYRbc3a8HuFA/s1600-h/IMG_3342.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381108465483188674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88W-XckaMGYflfXjenj6pBdeZKYcRn2kz4nL5OlmyRHIC_XPNCkwuWSRUUEs83XDZP5qXgpd4731R2EkiDM56z34DDWaieArBLQWwhVS0xndvk83I6m4M84sESE3GQW_qkYRbc3a8HuFA/s400/IMG_3342.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Tuesday after Labor Day, we left Algonquin for a pretty 4-hour drive over to Killarney Provincial Park along Georgian Bay. Our days in Algonquin had been warm and sunny with virtually no bugs. My only regret was not getting to see a moose (which apparently are all over the place here in the spring and fall). In fact, I didn't see much of any wildlife at this park-- they must all know better to stick to the vast interior sections of the park and leave the corridor to the wild humans.<br /></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-63385737003789616952009-08-04T16:52:00.003-05:002009-08-04T17:40:45.269-05:00Confession -- I've been leading a double life<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241207479804002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxXx15wzB0nCT6-aw6GprkO_uvXDrXfKymCUm4bVJeKyVX0vtDGccrs2q08rGp-JochV02dPs7ms0vYG8FuuCaQgvr5R5YyezJCDXp1NeR1pXD9K6ib85aYd1jnMfDK7wmQoRhVoscuN1/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it's time to finally come clean with a confession. For the past couple of months, my <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> camping has been minimal because I bought a new RV this spring. I love my <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> and the wonderful community of <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> owners, but a few events earlier this year moved me to buy a new RV much sooner than I would have ever planned to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Earlier this year, after returning from the trip my mom and I took to the Gulf Coast and New Orleans, my mom was hospitalized and nearly died from Legionnaire's Disease. She apparently had contracted it while on our trip and likely from one a shower facility at one of the campgrounds we had stayed at. Legionnaire's is a form of pneumonia that's contracted from breathing infected water vapor into the lungs. Most non-smokers don't get it because the cilea in their windpipe catches this and other bacterias and keeps it from reaching your lungs. But for smokers, it's a different story (which explains how my mom happened to get it, yet I did not).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, never in a million years would I have thought that taking a simple shower at a campground or hotel could be life-threatening, but it indeed can be just that. So, that experience got me re-thinking the idea of camping in a small <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> for long trips (and having to rely on commercial facilities for showering). But on the other hand, my long <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> trips, made me realize just how much I loved to be out on the road seeing new things and meeting new RV'ing friends. So, I knew I wanted to continue my periodic "full-timing" RV adventures and knew I would ultimately want a bigger RV to make those long extended road trips more comfortable for working and living.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Then, the recession kicked into high gear--- RV dealers began really cutting prices on their remaining inventory, the government offered a sales tax rebate on new RV purchases for this year only, manufacturers up'd their cash-back incentives, and by the grace of God, my job and company stock happened to be one of the lone bright spots of this economy. All the stars were now aligning to make this year the time to buy that new RV rather than waiting for retirement....so I did it.</span> </div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241834876081266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MyaTpkg_0gi1xG-I-TP5JHlK8UYlby9oO2oOVuynhzHR_0HIJkdv8tVMUwXxjZLr8Bx2Q1hcHpLAP_YQDUO0iv62yozYKbzr6zkBcKkeeo4BeIP3Sn3AZI91Xuc-oG1agVGqiE52R0er/s320/IMG_3126.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">In May, I found a still-new 2008 Winnebago View with all the features and colors I wanted at a great price. As my storage space is starting to fill up on this blog site, </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I've started a new travel blog called <a href="http://winnieviews.blogspot.com/">Winnie Views</a> to record the trips I take with the new motorhome.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I've still got my <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a>, but it's been taking a rest this summer at the storage yard while I learn all the finer points of driving and maintaining a 25-foot, 10,000 lb diesel-powered rig. Like my camping pal Terry says, "you can never have too many campers", so I guess my camping collection has officially begun!</span></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-25673661799882769092009-07-19T17:47:00.006-05:002009-07-19T22:45:53.679-05:00International T@B Rally at Sunset Lakes<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360309387079440786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iBgMlFVgjhq9hg_zr8RGXUs4odLaYNOlracf7jgtNq7EkybiQ8f0zSOLe3w8aNcuuba2UZV7Dm6SHB5PzTN7v4Awoy0WfFjKjGyRIeibi9qTlY6WprVJMk8-2PATjjePDMo3AHlf56Dc/s320/TabRally2009+Group+Photo.jpg" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Millie, Mom, and I just returned from the 3rd International </span><a href="mailto:T@B"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">T@B</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Rally out in the Quad Cities. About 44 trailers attended-- many folks I had already known from previous rallies, but I also got to meet some new folks too. I gave a seminar on various technologies for the road (portable TV, wifi, & cellular), and also took the group photo above. Others gave seminars on dutch oven cooking, <a href="mailto:T@B">T@B</a> electrical systems, and various modifications made to their trailers. Each night we had great food and/or entertainment (one night even featured an outdoor movie of Lucy & Desi's "The Long Long Trailer" which was fun). </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The rally was held at a pretty RV resort called Sunset Lakes-- which really lived up to it's name one night with this spectacular sunset--<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360309389586679970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMU6WkxSSggfzUxcoE3koBKjrKdMrhE7ESNROFA3BOKfBCqlyym5U0j1HSYqPMygscxzhiJFqvln2qK_Wlta0HQyIaP9heL792AXimgykQ-RLetvbzi_8GizHfDVDUvJOL8cq7YoBvbkc/s320/IMG_3086.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360308234617723266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUUzm1Px6EXSsznz6pjMBv7RDg3vIHJNcOJzmPOqrOUGKyVzH-xfubvgJv0MsbAKEYEUoulpSCHg3u4i4ZEX8U3NoSuyk7VS9ctOLCJUrASnc0NnPw-2SnqGI0LgfEIEjPKpuiX7d-JCe/s400/IMG_3091.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Most of us got big shady sites along the lake which worked out great for me as I could launch my canoe right from my campsite and could paddle around to see the other <a href="mailto:T@Bs">T@Bs</a> from the water.<br /></span><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360309380898056786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUgjjeE-Rqaej1UxaclVEqFBaTzbJTxI54ICvJdwZ-NSnKjXPty_vqvmhmTt_rGyc3roaXLv09vK-LpVspSOdTb82vttgQKni4XsTpm1rOwtr3EAQ3v8CGmsnF3wAt6Bg_j13nH1v7hIQ/s320/IMG_3237.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGax2YolLYTSjD76dEH3qSpNxeMAHs6NghXyrx7rLpRA8Izt55e8JyK2xr4ghvmtXpxFHXXKWjuS225gZ1-fesW-qQfBvrvFxTn5q0E-j6wumcFy8_HKIuYLSHQHtkShyphenhyphenwRbgB3TBm0Rk/s1600-h/IMG_3067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360309376933774002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGax2YolLYTSjD76dEH3qSpNxeMAHs6NghXyrx7rLpRA8Izt55e8JyK2xr4ghvmtXpxFHXXKWjuS225gZ1-fesW-qQfBvrvFxTn5q0E-j6wumcFy8_HKIuYLSHQHtkShyphenhyphenwRbgB3TBm0Rk/s320/IMG_3067.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjlSqByHAk7eD6YEuq9UW3NVDFxPSfAioqcOnG8gwMGCSrO-aGVtuGQgpffQWLIIkupf7Hmnx_uD1iEdMyRvskljry2x7YCWi5ccnpvpu_s27br6_2Wh0YQZj9i7eI-NkOddjCNweI5hE/s1600-h/IMG_3032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360308750602089250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjlSqByHAk7eD6YEuq9UW3NVDFxPSfAioqcOnG8gwMGCSrO-aGVtuGQgpffQWLIIkupf7Hmnx_uD1iEdMyRvskljry2x7YCWi5ccnpvpu_s27br6_2Wh0YQZj9i7eI-NkOddjCNweI5hE/s320/IMG_3032.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Millie had a great time as well playing frisbee every morning in the dew-covered grass and going swimming every hot & humid afternoon to cool off. After a swim, she'd come in to lay down on her raised canvas bed to drip-dry-- what a perfect dog vacation!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDeZSTNeWH51SQNVpyJ0dGD_E34EYeaOGm_gefeAinhJfc4DceDe0m2nXsRQxr654JbdIAuKNRGWkVi9LteT8p3hSxoZf0xMbvBybPWSoAF8hL9VBF96HrrjOtUpUoXIvhlV1Sug-kHNI/s1600-h/IMG_3027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360308744250939522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDeZSTNeWH51SQNVpyJ0dGD_E34EYeaOGm_gefeAinhJfc4DceDe0m2nXsRQxr654JbdIAuKNRGWkVi9LteT8p3hSxoZf0xMbvBybPWSoAF8hL9VBF96HrrjOtUpUoXIvhlV1Sug-kHNI/s320/IMG_3027.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNckGstOX1zWTmajpNoZABWpYt59eYlvHcIyaL5PAAd_n_SS4xaLOGSaL8zHD5r-L_VuFKxykkW29hYbANc_w-xVzLH4BzmfJHHtPOOBvYLD2A7hKfUyYGoUZMT1MPqNvKzpqfMEEWyKw9/s1600-h/IMG_2944.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360308741084276914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNckGstOX1zWTmajpNoZABWpYt59eYlvHcIyaL5PAAd_n_SS4xaLOGSaL8zHD5r-L_VuFKxykkW29hYbANc_w-xVzLH4BzmfJHHtPOOBvYLD2A7hKfUyYGoUZMT1MPqNvKzpqfMEEWyKw9/s320/IMG_2944.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-39990142577289919092009-02-28T23:54:00.000-06:002009-03-02T13:52:49.585-06:00Wakulla Springs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMd7kiktcLjocOsttPf4jpej0lA_p8MyibFktFuPnx7FH3KWy3jTabhGGwNxrGobihS6k4IoAdjJgfIY89SaOnsdKsa01tSuGlSQ7_jBLUvBDBMJ36ph95BchmpznfykcA6xDDVzFhQcG2/s1600-h/IMG_2614.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481698563291794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMd7kiktcLjocOsttPf4jpej0lA_p8MyibFktFuPnx7FH3KWy3jTabhGGwNxrGobihS6k4IoAdjJgfIY89SaOnsdKsa01tSuGlSQ7_jBLUvBDBMJ36ph95BchmpznfykcA6xDDVzFhQcG2/s400/IMG_2614.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For our final day in </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Florida, we decided to drive northeast of Carrabelle towards Tallahassee to a state park I had read about, Wakulla Springs. It was an old 1920's resort that sits on top of a large deep aquafer spring. The resort still has a working lodge and restaurant, along with large spanish moss trees and some interesting rhododendrons: </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeVnNKAsA8x8nZ50SebzNifkcQ2hlhDJ62xxIrNg5nY7Y_8W0jgOLsNdBbrbZeXwLKaTeweH4AeWXPdADv04099WKfXb8CwfB42gv1CHB-U0r_dxKj6zW2p6Op80qpIJd9trYPONjtAOX/s1600-h/IMG_2538.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481690993477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeVnNKAsA8x8nZ50SebzNifkcQ2hlhDJ62xxIrNg5nY7Y_8W0jgOLsNdBbrbZeXwLKaTeweH4AeWXPdADv04099WKfXb8CwfB42gv1CHB-U0r_dxKj6zW2p6Op80qpIJd9trYPONjtAOX/s400/IMG_2538.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ki3RMSW2YGg5dNATHy8vXfnmd2pIoXc1U3BJhtYch32x4IyU2pi7uumniwoc-RINYiBOQaknEBsZ5WEKz1jfDEIVqg9qcXLLnNbPX7uEDYez01jV3_BkYDHOEb08T4y63R9Onyx6o5si/s1600-h/IMG_2616.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481688826372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ki3RMSW2YGg5dNATHy8vXfnmd2pIoXc1U3BJhtYch32x4IyU2pi7uumniwoc-RINYiBOQaknEBsZ5WEKz1jfDEIVqg9qcXLLnNbPX7uEDYez01jV3_BkYDHOEb08T4y63R9Onyx6o5si/s400/IMG_2616.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The big feature of the park are the boat tours you can take along the Wakulla river, and the glass-bottom boat tours you can take directly over the spring itself. We decided to take the latter tour and it was a blast. Before hitting the springs, I saw fish jumping out of the water, a heron drying it's wings, and even a large gator taking a mid-afternoon nap along the shore.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EhWwgUeFff-XLSuXGps41FkMDqGPXdlWHYcJwUGqtGCvqPm5W969o3dEOmVsM0IpLFt1riEuTfLQjzrB6NpNYv2h9GMHxUZIw5xTAiCop0Gbn-W3eC7G7WKRiA4xj5qIywrQeHCzlAve/s1600-h/IMG_2615.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481683029402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EhWwgUeFff-XLSuXGps41FkMDqGPXdlWHYcJwUGqtGCvqPm5W969o3dEOmVsM0IpLFt1riEuTfLQjzrB6NpNYv2h9GMHxUZIw5xTAiCop0Gbn-W3eC7G7WKRiA4xj5qIywrQeHCzlAve/s400/IMG_2615.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYICR3ht0h4AWFHcHIZZJM7zxppyL9_rRRtl7heeh522ASuYXpHnKYsfaTXNJnEu1fInM_B7dDoAFNJ8XIe0w5Apm-PMUyl-uOIbHEq19Q8IlcBKNX0tzzN4SuY75x6_LMdRiURkeE9Oi/s1600-h/IMG_2581.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481155799041874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYICR3ht0h4AWFHcHIZZJM7zxppyL9_rRRtl7heeh522ASuYXpHnKYsfaTXNJnEu1fInM_B7dDoAFNJ8XIe0w5Apm-PMUyl-uOIbHEq19Q8IlcBKNX0tzzN4SuY75x6_LMdRiURkeE9Oi/s400/IMG_2581.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIJIOzDwvm8wZg0oH-q22ixCwJy0Pj9tRfoItOtgqhblcK1NwTBxT4N5PuZDptfxuD5xndDl_hvAs9GnvjCUfJMDEIvtXF37Yh1_KdoE1GrRVhBvPS5oAQ7YYExL7HFgXmlJ7oVGBvI7t/s1600-h/IMG_2571.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481150538317426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIJIOzDwvm8wZg0oH-q22ixCwJy0Pj9tRfoItOtgqhblcK1NwTBxT4N5PuZDptfxuD5xndDl_hvAs9GnvjCUfJMDEIvtXF37Yh1_KdoE1GrRVhBvPS5oAQ7YYExL7HFgXmlJ7oVGBvI7t/s400/IMG_2571.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pictures didn't do justice to the views out the glass-bottom boat of the springs. There were various kinds of catfish, garr, and trout swimming underneath us. Even a manitee had been spotted, but unfortunately, not during our cruise.<br /></p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOA6mRkcWmJwlHPO-Fl54ZEFWTnvvHwn1FYKn6UjTKJMsJituJnrEY8-Nmp33N4xCddyC9qPxNwka_6QDUBPDRoSedCgFjCGOL3r9Bl2BXk21YdrHjzV2bk1SHlkGFMV4IxMM0M3e2JQ8m/s1600-h/IMG_2561.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481149588914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOA6mRkcWmJwlHPO-Fl54ZEFWTnvvHwn1FYKn6UjTKJMsJituJnrEY8-Nmp33N4xCddyC9qPxNwka_6QDUBPDRoSedCgFjCGOL3r9Bl2BXk21YdrHjzV2bk1SHlkGFMV4IxMM0M3e2JQ8m/s400/IMG_2561.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO-1bU4YgfUTuj8ynF0W_gfE2adrADIfJemECKpil3D6WR_yFdyVob5p-xGMNO9d3yvS-WS2t992yAMV4BEeciIaVGWW5Xuqb6KJdVIajoi5mnms4h0ex_zVKScU2xZsPTvWAHcOhyphenhyphenJR-/s1600-h/IMG_2550.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481147014827826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO-1bU4YgfUTuj8ynF0W_gfE2adrADIfJemECKpil3D6WR_yFdyVob5p-xGMNO9d3yvS-WS2t992yAMV4BEeciIaVGWW5Xuqb6KJdVIajoi5mnms4h0ex_zVKScU2xZsPTvWAHcOhyphenhyphenJR-/s400/IMG_2550.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's a ledge at the edge of the aquafer where water levels drop from about 14 feet to over 200 feet deep. The water can sometimes appear crystal clear (as it did for us), or can be cloudy and dark if there's been excessive rains and groundwater drainage. In 2007, they were only able to run the glass-bottom boats for 2 days the entire year because of this. So, we felt extremely lucky to see it! A great way to end our trip.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qwUhPyJPbXJrCM2Ub7B6ohiAZPN-WMV7rc_TURDZop_X4tt9T2G3ktIAr5OcyNHRdTdSCMT5Lyl-laNOQCf_AdKFwFwVe8FAAgqSyvqI2GJYq3KxKwkTWc8LQHcLq3UM_3830R67z9Cy/s1600-h/IMG_2548.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481148539634850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qwUhPyJPbXJrCM2Ub7B6ohiAZPN-WMV7rc_TURDZop_X4tt9T2G3ktIAr5OcyNHRdTdSCMT5Lyl-laNOQCf_AdKFwFwVe8FAAgqSyvqI2GJYq3KxKwkTWc8LQHcLq3UM_3830R67z9Cy/s400/IMG_2548.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> On Saturday, we began our journey back to Chicago leaving the the upper 70's Florida just as a storm was approaching. By the time we got to Nashville that night, a big snowstorm was hitting southern Tennessee and Alabama. We were lucky to leave when we did!<br /></span></p>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-77889575698515665632009-02-27T12:49:00.000-06:002009-03-02T13:34:02.881-06:00Carrabelle & the Forgotten Coast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6lfn_9DlWhWGLDNVUbEtVImWU3h0lsrEvQZOB3tmz7mhrQGOnzeRka07EXMg6wusjxuxG-0j2vLWTbgRf1az7M4b0juy1muZlZkKjMf0UhTZ1PLq3X05RXdX6rZM2o96mcp9Xpp6DzjM/s1600-h/IMG_2502.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479793261484274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6lfn_9DlWhWGLDNVUbEtVImWU3h0lsrEvQZOB3tmz7mhrQGOnzeRka07EXMg6wusjxuxG-0j2vLWTbgRf1az7M4b0juy1muZlZkKjMf0UhTZ1PLq3X05RXdX6rZM2o96mcp9Xpp6DzjM/s400/IMG_2502.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our home for the week was a terrific RV park in Carrabelle, Florida right across the street from the beach. In fact, looking out the <a href="mailto:T@B">T@<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">B</span></a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> windows you could see the Gulf and hear the waves. Mom, Millie, and I were all delighted!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They call this area of the Florida panhandle the "forgotten coast" because most of it lacks the big wide white sandy beaches and wall-to-wall condo buildings that are found in the Destin area (and in most coastal towns in Florida these days). But the "Forgotten" coast between Panama City and Tallahassee have virtually no large buildings or dense populations of tourists (or locals for that matter).</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The neatest town along this stretch is Apalachiacola, the oyster capital of the world, and the original state capitol of Florida. It's a small historic town with cute little shops that are lit up with white christmas tree lights at night. We stumbled upon a terrific restaurant at the main intersection in town called The Seafood Grill. Wonderful oysters, crab cakes, shrimp, as well as some "to die for" desserts! Friendly service and great prices too. We liked it so much we ate there twice!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The best beach in the area is out along the longest barrier island called St. George. You drive out a long 3 or 4-mile bridge to get there, and a cute lighthouse welcomes your arrival to the island. There's a nice state park with camping at the very end of the island. I would have loved to stay there, but I needed to work a few days and needed the wi-fi and cell phone connectivity available in Carrabelle. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Our park was called Carrabelle RV Resort and had 1/2 the sites available for purchase or long-term rental, and the other 1/2 available for shorter-term stays. They had great facilities too-- a newer pool and bathhouse, nice clubhouse, etc. Many folks in the park were retiree snowbirds who come down year after year to enjoy this quiet peaceful place.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVaq0iKRZ9He3H3T_JJsBFp8xtTmUWEAJff6gZkL1PRzgWeqqkZYjdoHHADmoWB8TlSkPsgTPEynRRBqDaRNPzZ3EJwP5v_cm9fyiv4HHFK15QLMS05a_xxI-SD0pLigprR9wDP5HJOX/s1600-h/IMG_2501.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479794544720498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVaq0iKRZ9He3H3T_JJsBFp8xtTmUWEAJff6gZkL1PRzgWeqqkZYjdoHHADmoWB8TlSkPsgTPEynRRBqDaRNPzZ3EJwP5v_cm9fyiv4HHFK15QLMS05a_xxI-SD0pLigprR9wDP5HJOX/s400/IMG_2501.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The park is across the street from the only large beach for a good 50 miles east of Apalachiacola. Fortunately, the state of Florida owns it and has a nice roadside picnic area there (so no big condos can ever block the view for RVers!). <br /></p><p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZRRoWq7SPPng2ttCMt0rewyI0K4dxz5HqwHxhtUykIMYv5Cz3TRfcLhhMJ9n5btcsQeLAM-8-cqRnJxqiFWtkAtkhgJrBAET27_ZB_Os9Nrlh8-h76n_Gb4J4xM2OKIxdgAnRNoeOLOG/s1600-h/IMG_2495.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479789064816130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZRRoWq7SPPng2ttCMt0rewyI0K4dxz5HqwHxhtUykIMYv5Cz3TRfcLhhMJ9n5btcsQeLAM-8-cqRnJxqiFWtkAtkhgJrBAET27_ZB_Os9Nrlh8-h76n_Gb4J4xM2OKIxdgAnRNoeOLOG/s400/IMG_2495.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-62o8t7zzR96RnnGwDOvHisjXyuYfGNWxE1cRWImNWnDOcmJTro2A2m3A075UFoscXzv9EjX7ma30QpPQEK6feZ-m0DDH3WLAXTVijqmVon_YnBaJQpwjb1XbKg9FM-9QqfmTakDDEJx0/s1600-h/IMG_2494.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479792211460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-62o8t7zzR96RnnGwDOvHisjXyuYfGNWxE1cRWImNWnDOcmJTro2A2m3A075UFoscXzv9EjX7ma30QpPQEK6feZ-m0DDH3WLAXTVijqmVon_YnBaJQpwjb1XbKg9FM-9QqfmTakDDEJx0/s400/IMG_2494.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maybe this beach gets more crowded in later spring and summer, but while we were there (the last week of February), there was never more than 4 or 5 people on the beach at one time.... and it's a huge beach! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But the absolute best thing about this beach is that it's about the ONLY large beach in Florida that is dog-friendly (only Franklin and Gulf counties along the panhandle permit dogs on beaches--- all other Florida counties prohibit them).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Millie had not done any swimming since her visit to Maine in October, so she was eager to get in her daily afternoon swim time!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></p><p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOsT6exfbo6p-obBt5RGHm7MB2ONNJdz22XBuV03Er5B697FE8mdDcQHfacJz5d9vm5C3E8GhRn16LQjKbxMPE0lry5afP56BcyJC6ndO3BQxBB5zMGFshGlLSNCn8QpGqH_RYnF0Kx3o/s1600-h/IMG_2486.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479789456141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOsT6exfbo6p-obBt5RGHm7MB2ONNJdz22XBuV03Er5B697FE8mdDcQHfacJz5d9vm5C3E8GhRn16LQjKbxMPE0lry5afP56BcyJC6ndO3BQxBB5zMGFshGlLSNCn8QpGqH_RYnF0Kx3o/s400/IMG_2486.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our last full day in Carrabelle, Millie and I got up early to watch the sunrise. Each morning walk along the beach revealed different wildlife-- one day I watched a group of dolphins swim up and down right along the shoreline; another day, a blue heron walked along the waves in front of us. A fabulous, fabulous place to be a snowbird!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQdoWMmTzLWl7j-3IOFsHyv8RbrwPY65880sps-2ejAWx1FFIlFGMErhoGao-k1VcwQpuV9mL7_GvowHTatRLmO1Ch0tEO0fiUOf4bpScba1sTrpFeW_gmya_Omm3mS78HZTKn6fg1P-B/s1600-h/IMG_2522.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308479294295005218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQdoWMmTzLWl7j-3IOFsHyv8RbrwPY65880sps-2ejAWx1FFIlFGMErhoGao-k1VcwQpuV9mL7_GvowHTatRLmO1Ch0tEO0fiUOf4bpScba1sTrpFeW_gmya_Omm3mS78HZTKn6fg1P-B/s400/IMG_2522.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></p>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-23137635417582244372009-02-24T12:53:00.000-06:002009-03-02T13:03:12.413-06:00The best beach in America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76F0ECSBFArpkBNHr45LIwzRg2wqzQGQtyyuV9NGHVoLFLwAZYTFyIO3vgV2lNcL_pz83y6eCYMSMNCVKMuiCxQZjt0Se0SvzhwOl-stTrwU4tkJ-H9f3TGqnmI35BbLU4_3ZPVRJzb0P/s1600-h/IMG_2461.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308480241146381234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76F0ECSBFArpkBNHr45LIwzRg2wqzQGQtyyuV9NGHVoLFLwAZYTFyIO3vgV2lNcL_pz83y6eCYMSMNCVKMuiCxQZjt0Se0SvzhwOl-stTrwU4tkJ-H9f3TGqnmI35BbLU4_3ZPVRJzb0P/s400/IMG_2461.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think it was a Travel Channel show that ranked Destin, Florida as having the best beach in America. Not hard to see why! The sand is very soft, fine, and pure white, which also turns the water close to the shore a brilliant turquoise color and crystal clear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom and I had bypassed Destin on our drive over from New Orleans to our week-long camping spot in Carabelle, but then made a day-trip to come back to Destin for lunch. We ate at this terrific seaside restaurant called the Crab Pot--</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7hbPSprjql4jln-92hm1_DeWyq_9XJSKTYIhqkka8gQ7xYSCvwiyBCKBMzKLVIIFC7HaPsYTgXkBXzmbNmoaqv4XyoGUsH8NRo9Rrsz7rBIkAiu2sxVb1tz5CkzmyPkgZsdz_K-_el2H/s1600-h/IMG_2462.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308480241138628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7hbPSprjql4jln-92hm1_DeWyq_9XJSKTYIhqkka8gQ7xYSCvwiyBCKBMzKLVIIFC7HaPsYTgXkBXzmbNmoaqv4XyoGUsH8NRo9Rrsz7rBIkAiu2sxVb1tz5CkzmyPkgZsdz_K-_el2H/s400/IMG_2462.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After lunch, we strolled the beach a bit to take in the sun, sights, and sounds. Only downside to this gorgeous beach is that no dogs are allowed (Millie was not too happy about having to stay in the car!).</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1EnRncPEcvgzo7ljulWrGTiG-vt7ogp4GClsXR8bqrtcwXTR7gP7PgbdDaFeT48cpjtFGypmVCgDsIsjv68STzBcpv9h_KE1EoMXVHHM0l_uPCYnm5EIUg2yEUzz3d6pyhBsyFD52dUh/s1600-h/IMG_2467.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308480242141372994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1EnRncPEcvgzo7ljulWrGTiG-vt7ogp4GClsXR8bqrtcwXTR7gP7PgbdDaFeT48cpjtFGypmVCgDsIsjv68STzBcpv9h_KE1EoMXVHHM0l_uPCYnm5EIUg2yEUzz3d6pyhBsyFD52dUh/s400/IMG_2467.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On our drive over from New Orleans, we drove along the beachfront of Gulfport and Biloxi, Mississippi. They've got some excellent white sandy beaches there too, but sadly, this was an area that was hardest hit by Katrina in terms of physical damage. In the 15 or so miles we drove along the beach, the only buildings standing are brand new. The remaining 80% or so of the land are completely vacant lots with only their concrete foundations and large oak trees remaining. Mom said there used to be gorgeous, stately old mansions along this road in between all the typical hotels and tourist beach businesses. Now, it's completely gone. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the bright side, once building continues a few more years, it will be a great sparkling new beach destination with new casinos, hotels, businesses, and homes. But as of right now, you'd better like waffles, because the only food you seem to be able to get along this stretch of road are from the 3 or 4 brand new Waffle House restaurants!</span><br /></p>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-66419755148165207962009-02-22T12:30:00.000-06:002009-03-02T02:00:16.632-06:00New Orleans Mardi Gras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh5EsCQ5jo2rYfy0aJ4MEVWpcSaojIJPBTX0giXZiem5m7ODsMdrraUZYyWMMPKoxvlCeB_kAVGvvseqjKQfc92q_NoHqyPVfORLGRyMIWuJ9HKsktilwrO4zW5Z3VTaV4N-9lyydMpML/s1600-h/IMG_2450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh5EsCQ5jo2rYfy0aJ4MEVWpcSaojIJPBTX0giXZiem5m7ODsMdrraUZYyWMMPKoxvlCeB_kAVGvvseqjKQfc92q_NoHqyPVfORLGRyMIWuJ9HKsktilwrO4zW5Z3VTaV4N-9lyydMpML/s400/IMG_2450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477990175806754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My T@B had been at the factory for 2 months this winter getting ceiling repair work done, so by the time I went to go pick it up, I was having some serious "winter snowbirding" temptations. A quick check of the weather forecast revealed that the Gulf coast would be warm and sunny the following week, and it just happened to be Mardi Gras weekend as well...thus, our first T@Bventure of 2009 was now a plan! <br /><br />Mom, Millie, and I drove virtually non-stop all the way down to New Orleans to get there in time for some large parades on Saturday. We got one of the last sites available at the New Orleans KOA and were rested and ready to go on Saturday morning.<br /><br />We got to Canal Street just before noon and claimed a few feet of open curb to sit and wait for the parades to begin. Mom played it pretty low key, just buying this smartly accented boah--</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrwnf1tdO1jWp8Nx9vOg5yGaTkFMjrvFKZdIbUpYiN5SwOnFwiXMMiN1IkLFd9_IV0NnV9JGnd00p7fivo0Pml68Si4wPt_UV2rF5FP0zAvQSLDQRnUYpEbWEeA5zHC4rQN_qXAHA3ZCS/s1600-h/_MG_9667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrwnf1tdO1jWp8Nx9vOg5yGaTkFMjrvFKZdIbUpYiN5SwOnFwiXMMiN1IkLFd9_IV0NnV9JGnd00p7fivo0Pml68Si4wPt_UV2rF5FP0zAvQSLDQRnUYpEbWEeA5zHC4rQN_qXAHA3ZCS/s400/_MG_9667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477893211283490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Others were quite another story! This gal was ready to party with her rubber boobs, boah, hat, and long tall drink-- </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y3ndx3vmPbv_tkYUUNYP1oGxjdZfvwip2KCmetIvuU1jBn_5xesOmv_KVHiduqmTX5q33nPVJHvv4tE3h5Su1luQLePmakC-YHyblk5pV7uH9b-B1k0GAyJ3nwJsrm01pEFIVtNBAztZ/s1600-h/_MG_9641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y3ndx3vmPbv_tkYUUNYP1oGxjdZfvwip2KCmetIvuU1jBn_5xesOmv_KVHiduqmTX5q33nPVJHvv4tE3h5Su1luQLePmakC-YHyblk5pV7uH9b-B1k0GAyJ3nwJsrm01pEFIVtNBAztZ/s400/_MG_9641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477730017163202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Even the vendors & cops were in festive spirits as we waited for the parades to begin:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h0gG7u7zUcz0bBYUQTOkixZwzmIE0jQ6qmXp5Glgsj1mQom9HILToVtJDySSNDx_j0G59bNU74V8RQrhfyPJ3z-fIVteRqT1scRVFNFrccGMx_tqwbuFVQsswAEVNAlYkwK_ULBGp0lc/s1600-h/_MG_9671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h0gG7u7zUcz0bBYUQTOkixZwzmIE0jQ6qmXp5Glgsj1mQom9HILToVtJDySSNDx_j0G59bNU74V8RQrhfyPJ3z-fIVteRqT1scRVFNFrccGMx_tqwbuFVQsswAEVNAlYkwK_ULBGp0lc/s400/_MG_9671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477726612565698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfe9isY2eUpSXasFpI_i4Zz5k__6xqZBpjtSaC0JPXJu0-n0B2Fl5ZrpT6-mGM5FGuGKh3tHhHJ7AgHE3YDEI7KE8Ynud8LIAsXvOuxiyP__GK-FDgEckWPaPompjipnu0FdHfqT-xxyc/s1600-h/IMG_2252.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfe9isY2eUpSXasFpI_i4Zz5k__6xqZBpjtSaC0JPXJu0-n0B2Fl5ZrpT6-mGM5FGuGKh3tHhHJ7AgHE3YDEI7KE8Ynud8LIAsXvOuxiyP__GK-FDgEckWPaPompjipnu0FdHfqT-xxyc/s400/IMG_2252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477715790330034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs03FTNwhwxcrY5duPbp_20vEK6SorR26SzDhlcqHEN8ffR-lrEaGnF9XWAHE8j_8iIwsjRQhWY19aiCgDV7xKCLY_JGDmUBIZ9EH0n3fMbU0eOj9TxZXP-P3BC5E40UFijk4_Wv-LUAw8/s1600-h/IMG_2244.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs03FTNwhwxcrY5duPbp_20vEK6SorR26SzDhlcqHEN8ffR-lrEaGnF9XWAHE8j_8iIwsjRQhWY19aiCgDV7xKCLY_JGDmUBIZ9EH0n3fMbU0eOj9TxZXP-P3BC5E40UFijk4_Wv-LUAw8/s400/IMG_2244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308477714642363330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Finally, the wait was over and the first parade began, hosted by the Krewe of Iris. This parade featured a parade queen, marching bands, bagpipes, and a number of floats from various travel destinations from around the country. And of course, about a million beads thrown from those floats to the awaiting arms of thousands of parade watchers!</span> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldXVIwSz89MQ_8GZKz2IqfzFBUpPn9NLqowc0ct2Z1Fnujd-ZYoEhiJnZKD1a-f5sJTriBYznwxOwzi79jYLViLeanV8aKzlIcTCv8jX7aOgpBaBC2v7stJNpABadvZLI4qygEF9KzJuN/s1600-h/IMG_2269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldXVIwSz89MQ_8GZKz2IqfzFBUpPn9NLqowc0ct2Z1Fnujd-ZYoEhiJnZKD1a-f5sJTriBYznwxOwzi79jYLViLeanV8aKzlIcTCv8jX7aOgpBaBC2v7stJNpABadvZLI4qygEF9KzJuN/s400/IMG_2269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476676857096386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkkKssgLrETQuLuckiqGL3kZ82gCPn7Nn-lRSKyI85aFAyzxA0H67nYWqYI4ySyjy3PtVW4S65ZPvZ3ut51jX0Anc8zO16zHqNE2i9Hsd0XsJHGkhVJJrY2KwrLajeawqYSFCu2HWtrIC/s1600-h/_MG_9784.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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This one was a bit wilder with floats that mocked FEMA, the crummy economy, Elvis, and the 70's. Along St. Charles Street, many locals brought their King Cakes, kegs of beer, and even their own step ladders to catch all the goodies raining down from the floats (ranging from necklaces, cups, frisbees, mini toilet plungers, and mini rubber bouncing balls).</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7f_GBLUoyRnQn5Ltmw6944AdBTE7qhx83CdCCkgJx3tCwlgUbYZmnZNgy6BrjaEV6XSbG7ZH96pim5Q2RkC1aDKqnSi82T3kmV2qKhqhTK6a0SO9os7k9M-lJ73J5aQD1zlwYPcru9Gf/s1600-h/IMG_2336.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7f_GBLUoyRnQn5Ltmw6944AdBTE7qhx83CdCCkgJx3tCwlgUbYZmnZNgy6BrjaEV6XSbG7ZH96pim5Q2RkC1aDKqnSi82T3kmV2qKhqhTK6a0SO9os7k9M-lJ73J5aQD1zlwYPcru9Gf/s400/IMG_2336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476076145599314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xhsRH8vLYexlI_rVtqaRAVDmuO2UndwYEtH-SE9RkuuT1ZgnLKbQn-sHmnFT5Rx9AbD84xohSSySwc152GBOTUGhMhccnPOlB-KNYfYhmD_9lG5HeVChk5632bxeNRv4CrrUsmuIgqoU/s1600-h/IMG_2367.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xhsRH8vLYexlI_rVtqaRAVDmuO2UndwYEtH-SE9RkuuT1ZgnLKbQn-sHmnFT5Rx9AbD84xohSSySwc152GBOTUGhMhccnPOlB-KNYfYhmD_9lG5HeVChk5632bxeNRv4CrrUsmuIgqoU/s400/IMG_2367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476069302416674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWVZABrctSCdN6BWkH8Tj3KNHwu565hdTIOV2t93unKT55BNuiPOgB2NcviUOO5oF3BzrySAZYaLJU5LDgYoC4xciZYggvXaK3wQfSgrGnFiQX4WTKoSgDqOy1QMVBR_98PRJ2kZZC7GC/s1600-h/IMG_2371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWVZABrctSCdN6BWkH8Tj3KNHwu565hdTIOV2t93unKT55BNuiPOgB2NcviUOO5oF3BzrySAZYaLJU5LDgYoC4xciZYggvXaK3wQfSgrGnFiQX4WTKoSgDqOy1QMVBR_98PRJ2kZZC7GC/s400/IMG_2371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476071690963650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Business is a bust for this street vendor. It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrBdThosxX5Gw1npm3G76YJN3vJWMsB8RJ3W2qodwMADbFyZcjCQmkGiuX1-ofPE8nAaxbaQnsavnVvfSP0TTUXUqt9S3Svv6fgNb6RaO7srCY75DPCWF0htUmmo1-cQT85xEjUJHJMaz/s1600-h/IMG_2375.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrBdThosxX5Gw1npm3G76YJN3vJWMsB8RJ3W2qodwMADbFyZcjCQmkGiuX1-ofPE8nAaxbaQnsavnVvfSP0TTUXUqt9S3Svv6fgNb6RaO7srCY75DPCWF0htUmmo1-cQT85xEjUJHJMaz/s400/IMG_2375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476068428228274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eLgPmgYrGbzyTzBwB_mqqitDb6CbgiH7cx4kXNUWY-qGbBBKcNKWZdNUofqfNZe0X0rmUhAQIWK02-fyOh_wnnx97iuw0atE-KzyWsXNJDrKY46AGTYRf8uXfnuc9zDUMxuMG-njRp_F/s1600-h/IMG_2396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eLgPmgYrGbzyTzBwB_mqqitDb6CbgiH7cx4kXNUWY-qGbBBKcNKWZdNUofqfNZe0X0rmUhAQIWK02-fyOh_wnnx97iuw0atE-KzyWsXNJDrKY46AGTYRf8uXfnuc9zDUMxuMG-njRp_F/s400/IMG_2396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308475394470247506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The scene on Canal Street as floats go up and down both sides of this very large street.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1QQdMGO3bkJaapqDviKRRager11t6NhHXL78I-LMq_o0ltJxfftcsuFjORTbb82v6qsOPltj9aVtd__WC-yh5-PA4SxnFjmYHf-jtz1svb3dr8ImVErT-TMORWERXLQkxCsGfaWsC4yf/s1600-h/IMG_2405.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1QQdMGO3bkJaapqDviKRRager11t6NhHXL78I-LMq_o0ltJxfftcsuFjORTbb82v6qsOPltj9aVtd__WC-yh5-PA4SxnFjmYHf-jtz1svb3dr8ImVErT-TMORWERXLQkxCsGfaWsC4yf/s400/IMG_2405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308475393482996402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPOk_sZ8gXBlE03T_ohaBZYt0KdKsj9c0Gx6m4H7UHvPzuy-45Z901IkMxAcfhIFrYA2pyf2P7OBl4fgcq-fKq6ci_t4DePUVUPDJd0VsvGlsJQq01LMgh3t74PdNVx15h37-jtZuuaxP/s1600-h/IMG_2429.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPOk_sZ8gXBlE03T_ohaBZYt0KdKsj9c0Gx6m4H7UHvPzuy-45Z901IkMxAcfhIFrYA2pyf2P7OBl4fgcq-fKq6ci_t4DePUVUPDJd0VsvGlsJQq01LMgh3t74PdNVx15h37-jtZuuaxP/s400/IMG_2429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308475385497277986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ITQ8qWnp6iYQoPQc5jcgwf1ctIhuSVMDcXaKJqXR7m3SIEmt25ZZI__8M0LVNOGhC4HmqVHT12HU6LTnGf3xW4Qz0ET0ywrpDDn6Btj8YP85lEPP6rhmhQxUiv2-ZTFGMA3LrLI9VIbc/s1600-h/IMG_2430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ITQ8qWnp6iYQoPQc5jcgwf1ctIhuSVMDcXaKJqXR7m3SIEmt25ZZI__8M0LVNOGhC4HmqVHT12HU6LTnGf3xW4Qz0ET0ywrpDDn6Btj8YP85lEPP6rhmhQxUiv2-ZTFGMA3LrLI9VIbc/s400/IMG_2430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308475385840034738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPN2naXf1YXOFntQm3NzmM_8rB3ErjfmpKsgviuczIW1gPBqQxYE5T-N6jRBT95VbhKdV3CQVYWuGJm-ec2UtVEpwPZP8EAN7bo3USvUtsqiZF7_jlzJ3ThB5R4d73g69DFlOInvz-6EXf/s1600-h/IMG_2434.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPN2naXf1YXOFntQm3NzmM_8rB3ErjfmpKsgviuczIW1gPBqQxYE5T-N6jRBT95VbhKdV3CQVYWuGJm-ec2UtVEpwPZP8EAN7bo3USvUtsqiZF7_jlzJ3ThB5R4d73g69DFlOInvz-6EXf/s400/IMG_2434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308475383179995090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After the parade, Mom & I started to try and head into the French Quarter from Canal Street, but the crowds were getting quite large by then (and our chances of finding a good place for dinner and being able to get back across the parade route to our parking garage were looking rather slim), so we decided to head back to the car and go to dinner away from downtown. We found a terrific seafood restaurant near the KOA to enjoy our gumbo and cajun-spiced catfis</span>h.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The next morning, we got up early to head back to the French Quarter for warm beignets at Cafe du Monde. The line was already pretty long at 8:00am-- 1/2 the folks were just waking up; the other 1/2 were still partying from the night before! The drive through the French Quarter was also quite an experience-- city street cleaners were out with high pressure washers literally hosing off Bourbon street to try and quickly remove the 6" layer of trash from the night before-- beer bottles, cups, mardi gras beads--- you name it! It must have been a pretty roudy night!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z-rUT-9bDQ26LK23ZwHErAqwLa_A6C7qOkM72oUD1kGq3d2v-U6en2FOeaG0Gcrj5AIQxsg7sBM44cpwa7TGtTGvzkSC9ca5BCEEJPpOmlYo4N80gd5k0zNfCosgdUvgZmQblPv384L-/s1600-h/IMG_2445.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z-rUT-9bDQ26LK23ZwHErAqwLa_A6C7qOkM72oUD1kGq3d2v-U6en2FOeaG0Gcrj5AIQxsg7sBM44cpwa7TGtTGvzkSC9ca5BCEEJPpOmlYo4N80gd5k0zNfCosgdUvgZmQblPv384L-/s400/IMG_2445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308474826973829570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtE1aJsIf2K9JRTx34BY3jo4wZpYzSBZnN2eWQPUOWaSkTw5JCxOk2XEEmCpoUzqAUT2Z0yxZbl0eKEq_etZnoagh1o036LktIHUoXUpSHiD1VcgzPPtXdRhr00NuoDjL9r-xIzkOa45li/s1600-h/IMG_2442.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtE1aJsIf2K9JRTx34BY3jo4wZpYzSBZnN2eWQPUOWaSkTw5JCxOk2XEEmCpoUzqAUT2Z0yxZbl0eKEq_etZnoagh1o036LktIHUoXUpSHiD1VcgzPPtXdRhr00NuoDjL9r-xIzkOa45li/s400/IMG_2442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308474822357057010" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-45855406125515833432008-12-19T21:29:00.008-06:002008-12-19T22:00:41.985-06:00Millie's Holiday Greeting!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >May the holidays bring<br />as much gleeful delight<br />and joy to your heart<br />as....</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VqBS2XZv3b5xb9P5K2IPbafyNyHufcSRFihv02vtF5_OwPF1t2ESTEFLVgJSWwG9NjOUHGsk61okwnaxHDp8JZKpeUV15rvQlPofRIdzjn49ZI8O78hLDZQwFTek-_CA1brUI2g7ODzP/s1600-h/_MG_2791-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VqBS2XZv3b5xb9P5K2IPbafyNyHufcSRFihv02vtF5_OwPF1t2ESTEFLVgJSWwG9NjOUHGsk61okwnaxHDp8JZKpeUV15rvQlPofRIdzjn49ZI8O78hLDZQwFTek-_CA1brUI2g7ODzP/s400/_MG_2791-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709679788515442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >finding your frisbee in the snow!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9KJ7KYPsrpCYcDNyFlKM4CZjpVsg-Wk-KGSV0-_h4GsPMJQZ2WKlBEjgi9UaXT-h92P2p658hTe1C5wLXWqWkakehUu7lMHdX2OVX4ASEivaJYXxbQOeeR-jEwCoaRcAM-0X3dj5Tj5H/s1600-h/_MG_2799-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9KJ7KYPsrpCYcDNyFlKM4CZjpVsg-Wk-KGSV0-_h4GsPMJQZ2WKlBEjgi9UaXT-h92P2p658hTe1C5wLXWqWkakehUu7lMHdX2OVX4ASEivaJYXxbQOeeR-jEwCoaRcAM-0X3dj5Tj5H/s400/_MG_2799-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709840755295250" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >Wishing you many<br />cold-nose, tail-wagging, slobbery kisses<br />this holiday season!</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ3DZ_DQ-tzSZQJGR2f1qEpqCMwVsXH8kGw5IuPQDQtgrth-uiKHQ1sKgPoZNAiKohtRKSNncHpSxyN8hG5fqJafXoSFffhMG3U8UbOL9bWqpPLamZ6EZSaFBThNXK8ZpIkIucZQG17Zl/s1600-h/_MG_2787-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ3DZ_DQ-tzSZQJGR2f1qEpqCMwVsXH8kGw5IuPQDQtgrth-uiKHQ1sKgPoZNAiKohtRKSNncHpSxyN8hG5fqJafXoSFffhMG3U8UbOL9bWqpPLamZ6EZSaFBThNXK8ZpIkIucZQG17Zl/s400/_MG_2787-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709987393555394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Love, Millie</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" > </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">(and Lynne!)</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-14455615674022251042008-10-15T22:20:00.001-05:002008-11-08T23:10:49.387-06:00Western Vermont<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDC6Uqy6HqsJncNriZZaHxsslvqbhkagaZ3HgNuiVsOTdZOeBmJM8fFJy1ozYzL-UMTfK9Mc94UGwTE3alllYFgW2uZzktIrzYmy_LNTkN0vhAT6_Zy3DGO84wm2D0At7oRSL7io_fqsl_/s1600-h/IMG_1677.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDC6Uqy6HqsJncNriZZaHxsslvqbhkagaZ3HgNuiVsOTdZOeBmJM8fFJy1ozYzL-UMTfK9Mc94UGwTE3alllYFgW2uZzktIrzYmy_LNTkN0vhAT6_Zy3DGO84wm2D0At7oRSL7io_fqsl_/s320/IMG_1677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516721933006514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Main Street, Bristol, VT</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After a great weekend in Maine, it was now time to start making my way back home. I stopped for a few days in western Vermont to work and take in just a bit more fall color before heading back to the flatlands of Illinois.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcbd9iJ2v1qYudW_lGVUOxcAMVbrgEV_ZL-E_NLzmKhWZ8nXYBp9YMm5zmVwHUfvg-1NfKalUC8xJ_szYb10B6XUINpksrepR8sR-xnBIQUlWEq1gvzXVWbpiOz-NctlzkkkOKsUTKN8_/s1600-h/IMG_1687.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcbd9iJ2v1qYudW_lGVUOxcAMVbrgEV_ZL-E_NLzmKhWZ8nXYBp9YMm5zmVwHUfvg-1NfKalUC8xJ_szYb10B6XUINpksrepR8sR-xnBIQUlWEq1gvzXVWbpiOz-NctlzkkkOKsUTKN8_/s320/IMG_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516716187875314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_9KLOCKM7yXqWQ1BvFJ45lIHUyBjLseLmPVNW7C8kPy22nTvmItfRuUGc1RCnpy4isLc4gmlulYK_ZKBCDlSKLCV7U4mFOfmmHrsbb8v28oNOpoZ2ETHl8x_eo_s5czR8eDVd-fkWaj9/s1600-h/IMG_1689.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_9KLOCKM7yXqWQ1BvFJ45lIHUyBjLseLmPVNW7C8kPy22nTvmItfRuUGc1RCnpy4isLc4gmlulYK_ZKBCDlSKLCV7U4mFOfmmHrsbb8v28oNOpoZ2ETHl8x_eo_s5czR8eDVd-fkWaj9/s320/IMG_1689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516712668316402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Front Porches, Western Vermont</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLaFLIwGH6rh2EamFHNif61lJ9xALshHLcWlubD6d1urWocfSk0zXfSyVZyp2YQEBlv4vi6hgivZ1Mek7TMleagTFWLYnKxX5n4Z935J7WW9xtLgBaB5Rg-22D6JsTZ6KXIj6OKG1wKBC/s1600-h/IMG_1712.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLaFLIwGH6rh2EamFHNif61lJ9xALshHLcWlubD6d1urWocfSk0zXfSyVZyp2YQEBlv4vi6hgivZ1Mek7TMleagTFWLYnKxX5n4Z935J7WW9xtLgBaB5Rg-22D6JsTZ6KXIj6OKG1wKBC/s320/IMG_1712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516708641829746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Country Store, Ripton, VT</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMyrzuQNqtZnMWTcO9G6GEsnuOf6zmlVjXRYdbP2uPnQv45kgYOS_gXuwidSJoGyweMmUvaH7cIMCkHpNXQuKawhU3Tqso9klKbokYUO7G4xnmWGxuc8mVRBOn3aFU92nA7VkQqZJFFHS/s1600-h/IMG_1718.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMyrzuQNqtZnMWTcO9G6GEsnuOf6zmlVjXRYdbP2uPnQv45kgYOS_gXuwidSJoGyweMmUvaH7cIMCkHpNXQuKawhU3Tqso9klKbokYUO7G4xnmWGxuc8mVRBOn3aFU92nA7VkQqZJFFHS/s320/IMG_1718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516711486236898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Church, Western Vermont</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stayed<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span>at a lovely park near Bennington, called Pine Hollow Campground. Great wi-fi and cell coverage, quiet, peaceful, and absolutely gorgeous. A great end to a great vacation!</span><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXyPLk03xc13mp1ZcpALwWC6-injJjBIMcwGIFd73MZ97AlWxhYgj5h8b-OaaeiiOQAXOife7QgZPtDYChDmRRkOQqAwbesx4DmdmOFGCGR-LNoNWCh-4sxsyd4KkCrY66JVUrZOcUzNqy/s1600-h/IMG_1941.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXyPLk03xc13mp1ZcpALwWC6-injJjBIMcwGIFd73MZ97AlWxhYgj5h8b-OaaeiiOQAXOife7QgZPtDYChDmRRkOQqAwbesx4DmdmOFGCGR-LNoNWCh-4sxsyd4KkCrY66JVUrZOcUzNqy/s320/IMG_1941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266347410930922626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmS3bincosgj1LD9xwc-mtdgkAfNVcnUIhvDr_QNwV6X8XatdfSh0TKvRziL9v_dm_ic-xPFNlNGK1s99S3JUdwhlVWNWuU0th2CkJ9Ry3aQn3B4a0PsfeFKuxy0oDsYWk31FUeZxRqTTo/s1600-h/IMG_1942.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmS3bincosgj1LD9xwc-mtdgkAfNVcnUIhvDr_QNwV6X8XatdfSh0TKvRziL9v_dm_ic-xPFNlNGK1s99S3JUdwhlVWNWuU0th2CkJ9Ry3aQn3B4a0PsfeFKuxy0oDsYWk31FUeZxRqTTo/s320/IMG_1942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266347229346623042" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-18799755966075576312008-10-12T22:01:00.000-05:002008-11-08T22:49:45.585-06:00The best light and best lobster<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIC5LPsaSwXHFcF66inix90zVNBBN0lmZfv2T8qxlNzrd8lwKNSW1aWyBWzJGrdg-2_hw9PhveR2zyyBpIOKTLQnb87y9BvmbOXuP4YWsvu79Pr-SS7RMd1jNo2TvevDovyZOadQJ6Klu0/s1600-h/_MG_2448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIC5LPsaSwXHFcF66inix90zVNBBN0lmZfv2T8qxlNzrd8lwKNSW1aWyBWzJGrdg-2_hw9PhveR2zyyBpIOKTLQnb87y9BvmbOXuP4YWsvu79Pr-SS7RMd1jNo2TvevDovyZOadQJ6Klu0/s320/_MG_2448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504081181975538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Dawn, Portland Head Light</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Perhaps the most scenic lighthouse in Maine is the Portland Head Light just south of Portland. I was determined to photograph it in the best light I possibly could-- sunrise and sunset. The difference between good and great photographs are often attributed to "the light", and photographers know that the best light is usually at the very start and the very end of the day</span>...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">in other words, the times that no normal tourists would be wanting to take the same picture!<br /><br />I woke up at 4:30am and drove in total darkness for a half hour to arrive to Portland Head in time to capture the pre-dawn shot above, but the colors were spectacular!<br /><br />Later that same day, I returned to the lighthouse for sunset photos. I started on a small rocky perch where a half-dozen other photographers had set up their tripods. It was a pretty standard shot, but nothing really spectacular. <br /><br /></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKNd3xVgKbVFyrn5HzKlTbMCzU3eZXv3DO6QOhmbfDICEupk_cueQgE9uH-zo2tdzXZe43P6O6SqsRW6nTNAES9zTrxK4dnq1UyQkSHMmff6Yzm6TSBkjndQh4VTRq6WZJ-cqguHY1Ryz/s1600-h/_MG_2708.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKNd3xVgKbVFyrn5HzKlTbMCzU3eZXv3DO6QOhmbfDICEupk_cueQgE9uH-zo2tdzXZe43P6O6SqsRW6nTNAES9zTrxK4dnq1UyQkSHMmff6Yzm6TSBkjndQh4VTRq6WZJ-cqguHY1Ryz/s320/_MG_2708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503933624079522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I really wanted to include more rocks and long-exposure waves, so even though the sun was just about to set, I decided to continue down the walkway to a small passage where I could hike down to the beach. Here you can see a few of the photographers up on the bluff to the far right where I had just been: </span><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVT9wHgGXE-Mv7EsH46ui7mFFBppfzUXzag77YyYDoV9FBUqWX8tacBa8HmKKXgxGACDyLF2b5t8URktOkfNiGqomqmpxQGM6P4UyNtD28Fx2WrPNTdXACEuzZZgx0w9mcO5ZPQOB0tmJ/s1600-h/_MG_2713.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVT9wHgGXE-Mv7EsH46ui7mFFBppfzUXzag77YyYDoV9FBUqWX8tacBa8HmKKXgxGACDyLF2b5t8URktOkfNiGqomqmpxQGM6P4UyNtD28Fx2WrPNTdXACEuzZZgx0w9mcO5ZPQOB0tmJ/s320/_MG_2713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503925902083858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This scene had better potential, so I stayed and waited for the light</span>. <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The park closes as "sunset" and sure enough, at that time a voice began blaring over a distant loudspeaker that the park was now closed and to please leave. All the photographers up on the bluff started packing up and leaving, but I, like some demented rebel, stayed firmly planted on the beach still waiting for the glowing light that often comes about 10 minutes after sunset.<br /><br />This night was a pretty hazy sunset, so it was starting to get pretty dark, and I was getting pretty nervous about the guard possibly locking the front gate and leaving me stranded on the beach, but just one more minute.... sure enough, just then, the full moon appeared from behind a cloud as the sunset afterglow appeared. I got my shot! And quickly high-tailed it back up to the car to head out. What a great day!!!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kpmXijKhTPhAN7BIKMaCS30n19l1bu7OpOSdZ4afcwIClyfygIXi6h2AOHV2qat3rJXU7GoFZC43mzC0os3wjzQwmWJMoy2lPDY91qLcG87_nVueGf4fv5vElH8PJbdcI2Zl4TmXIRAl/s1600-h/_MG_2747-Edit-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kpmXijKhTPhAN7BIKMaCS30n19l1bu7OpOSdZ4afcwIClyfygIXi6h2AOHV2qat3rJXU7GoFZC43mzC0os3wjzQwmWJMoy2lPDY91qLcG87_nVueGf4fv5vElH8PJbdcI2Zl4TmXIRAl/s320/_MG_2747-Edit-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503918771717490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15KEUtqOLIr-Sv-GtvWFO8sUsMhp1_df45cFKNWSvQ8F726124bLagqd4eXkoxbL0RmMO9hewvCqyJmhy5EiQlTJPWIGenILdIDW4C6NxHgrh3S4zoATwpiDC0UkIDpc0aWdPSyWMdMoQ/s1600-h/_MG_2747-Edit_tonal-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15KEUtqOLIr-Sv-GtvWFO8sUsMhp1_df45cFKNWSvQ8F726124bLagqd4eXkoxbL0RmMO9hewvCqyJmhy5EiQlTJPWIGenILdIDW4C6NxHgrh3S4zoATwpiDC0UkIDpc0aWdPSyWMdMoQ/s320/_MG_2747-Edit_tonal-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503921456701922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The next day, I returned just south of Portland Head to Cape Elizabeth, that has a terrific lobster shack with picnic tables right on the waterfront</span>. <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The parking lot was packed and lunchtime line of people was long, but so worth the wait....a fresh lobster dinner for $20. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01nCn_5snl5-QhIPZVIZAZyvYfRKf-eWT99L9TjDv8AoFK2MiaZYW3o0ylEeHxdZ6RFeUavewRNKVUCHqYd7P6NC6fcPgZUySEcZb5eLka3g9KbB24vyu7jcdXnAT0GJr8gPpEru9Ftbg/s1600-h/IMG_1888.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01nCn_5snl5-QhIPZVIZAZyvYfRKf-eWT99L9TjDv8AoFK2MiaZYW3o0ylEeHxdZ6RFeUavewRNKVUCHqYd7P6NC6fcPgZUySEcZb5eLka3g9KbB24vyu7jcdXnAT0GJr8gPpEru9Ftbg/s320/IMG_1888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503358647172162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEN3hNtvAJIKLASzMoIJR388GfgyzLKFRCqCJmhSRx_OHEgnD5boJ2CLgGnI-hzoloqnLbGf-OSO39IIgzZJ0JLTRuTqPiURbFg17L3oWyFLdHqUXK5sh822FF7YIE49i8vSqVJLltpUK/s1600-h/IMG_1908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEN3hNtvAJIKLASzMoIJR388GfgyzLKFRCqCJmhSRx_OHEgnD5boJ2CLgGnI-hzoloqnLbGf-OSO39IIgzZJ0JLTRuTqPiURbFg17L3oWyFLdHqUXK5sh822FF7YIE49i8vSqVJLltpUK/s320/IMG_1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503349914201042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cape Elizabeth Light</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I decided to try my luck at the Cape Neddick Lighthouse near York for my next sunset shot. It was supposed to be best in late afternoon light, and I certainly was pleased...especially when the full moon began rising right behind the lighthouse!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik006QFV9Jfa7cKLWAhVbyKHDbmmMM_RZIpwe-_HfFeMt3TUmXhmZiQFrHi1dLInHWXNIKSHBK4hC8wQG_LxIMZRb6o8ghBQkjvtU_ZkYk0Y-RfEt9vIY-qr6NO9UIiavVuJsnvHAwLJRt/s1600-h/_MG_2394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik006QFV9Jfa7cKLWAhVbyKHDbmmMM_RZIpwe-_HfFeMt3TUmXhmZiQFrHi1dLInHWXNIKSHBK4hC8wQG_LxIMZRb6o8ghBQkjvtU_ZkYk0Y-RfEt9vIY-qr6NO9UIiavVuJsnvHAwLJRt/s320/_MG_2394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504264055591794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As soon as the sun set on the lighthouse</span>, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I packed </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >up and headed back to the car to let Millie out to walk around. Dumb move of course</span>! <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Millie had barely walked around at all when I noticed the afterglow of the sunset starting to appear on the lighthouse. I barely got my tripod and camera set up again</span> just in time to take this one last shot...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.and it was the best one of the night by far. Moral to the story is to always always always wait a few extra minutes after you think the light has gone (or in the morning, start shooting before the sun rises)!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDs5Vg0rbxnfV2VvIM0g0C1kJq-Ss75WA-02FnnGiwuNAXCfb8gev2j1qvt_XwnelgHbrz6M4l9FFfypkVBg3jamAr8H8G0oXZePIjSrNAdgtF5SjsKvMlL0XUSM3IKN4Vfz4yBEbmyups/s1600-h/_MG_2441-Edit-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDs5Vg0rbxnfV2VvIM0g0C1kJq-Ss75WA-02FnnGiwuNAXCfb8gev2j1qvt_XwnelgHbrz6M4l9FFfypkVBg3jamAr8H8G0oXZePIjSrNAdgtF5SjsKvMlL0XUSM3IKN4Vfz4yBEbmyups/s320/_MG_2441-Edit-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504263944030978" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-58378717599441663332008-10-11T21:27:00.000-05:002008-11-08T22:00:48.754-06:00Lighthouses and Lobster in Maine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjNEV2P89e2Jaq2HijrGNkULNK4QyVYMBdcR7qhPm13N3taru8jr00o534cZx2KPMcgWC1hsd0poxSHbaTKdgclkoacj-JLxQzvwVIE3tpSqkzoElSjix5j_xSjTwKnk9q1PRi0IHCD7k/s1600-h/_MG_2619.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjNEV2P89e2Jaq2HijrGNkULNK4QyVYMBdcR7qhPm13N3taru8jr00o534cZx2KPMcgWC1hsd0poxSHbaTKdgclkoacj-JLxQzvwVIE3tpSqkzoElSjix5j_xSjTwKnk9q1PRi0IHCD7k/s320/_MG_2619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495711871605650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After a week of photographing cows and barns in Vermont, it was time for a change of scenery! Millie and I packed up the T@B and headed over to the southern Maine coast for Columbus Day weekend. It was a glorious weekend! Clear, sunny, and warm days with great sunrises and sunsets, lots of good lobster, and pretty lighthouses to photograph-- who could ask for more?<br /><br />We set up base camp at a KOA just south of Portland and made day trips north and south along the coast. One of the prettiest areas was just north of Portland around the town of South Bristol, Maine. It had a harbor filled with lobster boats called Christmas Cove that was terrific to photograph:<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSZ6HbTA64EzxUUF22RiHrJljxpchFGr62eLWmH0_pUb9AcSR7yRTDmdqDqDii_O6UumM1KImOlcqQ9l4VGC0oeNR7k1Hn0zwcf9d5NnxM96RYzc7jWhJiGgrK7W8Cbdr9oewr_8g-3Jz/s1600-h/_MG_2610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSZ6HbTA64EzxUUF22RiHrJljxpchFGr62eLWmH0_pUb9AcSR7yRTDmdqDqDii_O6UumM1KImOlcqQ9l4VGC0oeNR7k1Hn0zwcf9d5NnxM96RYzc7jWhJiGgrK7W8Cbdr9oewr_8g-3Jz/s320/_MG_2610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495711848312418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-bo-ejBUpE9Tyk8L32ov3fzwc6TiGpvzlmW17SzzH6M0KU9dw7AzB2OWxButMXhqoy0gn7oCfcphTzEp9Al0PZxxmJFCx3-31W4H4JOY_rsJLPrf8dpIuHoKJem_UBPjwgMxyrXC_38L/s1600-h/_MG_2594.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-bo-ejBUpE9Tyk8L32ov3fzwc6TiGpvzlmW17SzzH6M0KU9dw7AzB2OWxButMXhqoy0gn7oCfcphTzEp9Al0PZxxmJFCx3-31W4H4JOY_rsJLPrf8dpIuHoKJem_UBPjwgMxyrXC_38L/s320/_MG_2594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495710087182802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After Christmas Cove, as I headed north towards the Pemaquid Point Lighthouse, I came across this old graveyard with it's trees at peak foliage:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRNqF72OFlYHVNIMytousWTocsABImyCgtm6u4lRgEXkPYxt2yuEh6gHDnsjTUASjcDrbZF-dKM9QpUiWEBfVmFVS5GFn-MWwcMAV_DSzVJhPh1zTPrwIsurunZHWmIYOR8Hb8NcaRq9A/s1600-h/_MG_2636.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRNqF72OFlYHVNIMytousWTocsABImyCgtm6u4lRgEXkPYxt2yuEh6gHDnsjTUASjcDrbZF-dKM9QpUiWEBfVmFVS5GFn-MWwcMAV_DSzVJhPh1zTPrwIsurunZHWmIYOR8Hb8NcaRq9A/s320/_MG_2636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495535069164322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tF3h5mKUC3JFdJAjpC6o04Jx_QyNeNy14bKFzGyr6rG3U-hJXt8QhefCRh063ZAPt5RfUaBY2zW3S1M-vpX-SJN8WlVcfOZ_RCXj0xVQ3Yi1feHNI0Xft5Kwoi_K8xX0cm_ESSAhav_H/s1600-h/_MG_2643.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tF3h5mKUC3JFdJAjpC6o04Jx_QyNeNy14bKFzGyr6rG3U-hJXt8QhefCRh063ZAPt5RfUaBY2zW3S1M-vpX-SJN8WlVcfOZ_RCXj0xVQ3Yi1feHNI0Xft5Kwoi_K8xX0cm_ESSAhav_H/s320/_MG_2643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495537324804466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I arrived at Pemaquid Point Lighthouse around noon. Not an ideal time to photograph, especially when the other hundred tourists wanted to climb all over the rocks in front of my shot! But, it was a gorgeous day to enjoy the sun, so I just waited patiently for a few tourist-free pics:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91tI0-hkiTiAm4y0Wk_eUtNCEpInoOJpHVOZ-4Jtr6NGNCTKTeM7atuuJAmNWuK6fU1EcsIrbkZErGFCD7sFbAV4xyAbw3W5Y-GSLPllKSaOBBXnLk-QfWVzWrRKWPc6G_DX1is6rjEcS/s1600-h/_MG_2651.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91tI0-hkiTiAm4y0Wk_eUtNCEpInoOJpHVOZ-4Jtr6NGNCTKTeM7atuuJAmNWuK6fU1EcsIrbkZErGFCD7sFbAV4xyAbw3W5Y-GSLPllKSaOBBXnLk-QfWVzWrRKWPc6G_DX1is6rjEcS/s320/_MG_2651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495135105461026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulu-mBsx85UNw4bkIzy14Xe1aPb9UvDpPSTKM8qacz5UDapyz017o0mqVm9q5p09YFHY9xqQ18mKPGy7bZDNMEf0m2hQvXw_4HhyphenhyphenDjcez3a0wVemwyVMOb232ql7oC6uwbFka1I59YQMI/s1600-h/_MG_2679.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulu-mBsx85UNw4bkIzy14Xe1aPb9UvDpPSTKM8qacz5UDapyz017o0mqVm9q5p09YFHY9xqQ18mKPGy7bZDNMEf0m2hQvXw_4HhyphenhyphenDjcez3a0wVemwyVMOb232ql7oC6uwbFka1I59YQMI/s320/_MG_2679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495136579832258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FFv5QGI8wjScn0ltwK0R5UDVguB_YF9wbstsWmu9azINaAaoHpaD0MHb2IvZNWePJkF2YgtVoKIE0GhWeGYYS47mzX0vIjLRWJmWljk-TRropAMTxLrfREuevHjTYtmrX5Tww4kK3MsS/s1600-h/IMG_7159.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FFv5QGI8wjScn0ltwK0R5UDVguB_YF9wbstsWmu9azINaAaoHpaD0MHb2IvZNWePJkF2YgtVoKIE0GhWeGYYS47mzX0vIjLRWJmWljk-TRropAMTxLrfREuevHjTYtmrX5Tww4kK3MsS/s320/IMG_7159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495131962695394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">On the way back to camp, I drove through a town that had decorated its sidewalks with "great pumpkin" art. This pair were my favorites!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MF5dzkAjmyDtLG9eadNvcQKnLvuCRAVUmmiVzgl8POcICkwZzo2vfBKNxtDOEexzD-LtWUMgAB3ugVkfJKvaeRqHBGkSYKKZ7BMrBbsFffv80LT9Skz0rj6tsoWlO42H1kmwQ-lr6-36/s1600-h/IMG_1929.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MF5dzkAjmyDtLG9eadNvcQKnLvuCRAVUmmiVzgl8POcICkwZzo2vfBKNxtDOEexzD-LtWUMgAB3ugVkfJKvaeRqHBGkSYKKZ7BMrBbsFffv80LT9Skz0rj6tsoWlO42H1kmwQ-lr6-36/s320/IMG_1929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266494715692335042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">While the foliage in parts of Vermont and New Hampshire had peaked by Columbus Day, colors were bursting and vivid along the southern Maine coast.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqNnxTm-SgU2ntQjLy2EkLZ5dGB5oiyd5fhJLbyxphJrWn76o4HJt1K7SF-dpqaCxuQ8aWrJZh4asIgktiLtcsrG9ZDx2njdyRkZ3ooBT_8j07IA_Dk_dwlQFoJuL_bDm6MtNTXKdzAET/s1600-h/_MG_2693.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqNnxTm-SgU2ntQjLy2EkLZ5dGB5oiyd5fhJLbyxphJrWn76o4HJt1K7SF-dpqaCxuQ8aWrJZh4asIgktiLtcsrG9ZDx2njdyRkZ3ooBT_8j07IA_Dk_dwlQFoJuL_bDm6MtNTXKdzAET/s320/_MG_2693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266494720445436546" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-5184335608089372212008-10-09T20:59:00.000-05:002008-11-08T21:26:40.680-06:00The most photographed farm in Vermont<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0hVKzAfjgGRnk9-rTKkQRYR5cjRKZh54gj9tSAdDjg2Z9c8DK-xUrUwq4zEfrsb7n698Q5Dxv-cCN9kIsr9fIoIshs3PoF9yxrFcg9o7oCKI6rFShANvDB-XGTEoKtW1MSe_KkGO83Us/s1600-h/_MG_2063-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0hVKzAfjgGRnk9-rTKkQRYR5cjRKZh54gj9tSAdDjg2Z9c8DK-xUrUwq4zEfrsb7n698Q5Dxv-cCN9kIsr9fIoIshs3PoF9yxrFcg9o7oCKI6rFShANvDB-XGTEoKtW1MSe_KkGO83Us/s320/_MG_2063-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266487638466417010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mid</span>-<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">October is not only prime time for foliage tourists to visit Vermont, but it's also prime time for hoards of photographers to attend photo workshops in the area. The number one destination for all of those photo workshop photographers is Jenne Farm, located about 10 miles south of Woodstock.<br /><br />The farm is so used to having photographers snap pictures from it's front meadow and long dirt drive, that the family has a small collection box posted near this famous scene for considerate photographers to leave a small donation.<br /><br />I photographed Jenne Farm on two different mornings, and at both times was there with about 5 or 6 other photographers. Mind you, this was not prime sunrise time, but later in the morning after most serious photographers had gone! But, regardless of the time and light, it's a terrific scene well-worth photographing!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs8M9o_GkRWrpnMYP4Ds0pJ1xcW8FiRd-G0m4vk6bW7eDN636c2lzbynoIU-uDmcSf8cjO_8UjTEDBgeU_IkXjgbdo-E4j_nuegYkTSBqbFFRKfYgQYo_k9e2LNVjg2BC3mmmuCEsJCCF/s1600-h/_MG_2197-8-9-Edit-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs8M9o_GkRWrpnMYP4Ds0pJ1xcW8FiRd-G0m4vk6bW7eDN636c2lzbynoIU-uDmcSf8cjO_8UjTEDBgeU_IkXjgbdo-E4j_nuegYkTSBqbFFRKfYgQYo_k9e2LNVjg2BC3mmmuCEsJCCF/s320/_MG_2197-8-9-Edit-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266487635477269506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tL1ggyclbnl9jeCi7IOPy35No7DD2ZTf-aNV_p3QBPwvnE-rdFHTid7iWS6NgH0LjtcPvlA16Y9KZbWkuTse7TYpXoghp6UiwxmQc6X5ipqtKixysQSLoI5-fJMYRjNVUC3awyvWvDLx/s1600-h/_MG_2212-Edit-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tL1ggyclbnl9jeCi7IOPy35No7DD2ZTf-aNV_p3QBPwvnE-rdFHTid7iWS6NgH0LjtcPvlA16Y9KZbWkuTse7TYpXoghp6UiwxmQc6X5ipqtKixysQSLoI5-fJMYRjNVUC3awyvWvDLx/s320/_MG_2212-Edit-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266487628979309090" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On my way back to Woodstock, this country store in South Woodstock just begged for a quick photograph. Sure wish our corner convenience stores at home had this much charm!</span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yWcilqNUfSeYMyhiVOvVzHgy8kP5_JFxxYAX24iQcADdFDQ3Otf0gNFB1EPJFZJMKegCugsQJZbWYqDa5Dlm4mv_jWYC3H9oIsZV93yJubs70SizufQjgv0IM0O9Va7KcEXoiZimuDtf/s1600-h/_MG_2182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yWcilqNUfSeYMyhiVOvVzHgy8kP5_JFxxYAX24iQcADdFDQ3Otf0gNFB1EPJFZJMKegCugsQJZbWYqDa5Dlm4mv_jWYC3H9oIsZV93yJubs70SizufQjgv0IM0O9Va7KcEXoiZimuDtf/s320/_MG_2182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266487608036046546" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-89381634453461454192008-10-08T20:19:00.000-05:002008-11-08T21:26:15.376-06:00Woodstock and Pomfret<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF7NrQc6kDURbcVuMds1qVVnlDy2nnT9yJd2BCH4ZCfbUzAsGd-1OALs3n27T1Qs3IgU8hnSXSYY3lXWKqIqyx846zIz8Lmr-thPZLjZrTu5Z3hlIkE710brgC2EOnlxOk_jguxM35Q0b/s1600-h/_MG_2133-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF7NrQc6kDURbcVuMds1qVVnlDy2nnT9yJd2BCH4ZCfbUzAsGd-1OALs3n27T1Qs3IgU8hnSXSYY3lXWKqIqyx846zIz8Lmr-thPZLjZrTu5Z3hlIkE710brgC2EOnlxOk_jguxM35Q0b/s320/_MG_2133-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478875464742642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cloudland Road, Pomfret, VT</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My favorite area was around the beautiful town of Woodstock. Surrounding the town were a number of beautiful farms and scenic dirt roads, particularly just north near the town of Pomfret (where Grandma Moses found a number of scenes for her paintings). </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Thank goodness for GPS! I never would have found my way out of the maze of dirt roads in this area without it! My two absolute favorite drives were along Cloudland Road and Joe Ranger Road:</span><br /></span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkUYhJ4roBIKTUazcyBxAR5wVG0BJ2l-1Ln0cHq7KfF17LIqtsmvd7r50N2xdNk76YaADCk848MaMiyEr-DSHrJUAKofnvREA1lfgN69ZRh86i3IbV0TZAknOw1fg9Sp9OGC-XiQ6f8NQ/s1600-h/_MG_2127-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkUYhJ4roBIKTUazcyBxAR5wVG0BJ2l-1Ln0cHq7KfF17LIqtsmvd7r50N2xdNk76YaADCk848MaMiyEr-DSHrJUAKofnvREA1lfgN69ZRh86i3IbV0TZAknOw1fg9Sp9OGC-XiQ6f8NQ/s320/_MG_2127-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478685082039666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Morning along Joe Ranger Road</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqsLusJVp-fOKhL8b9uAHT5rA6ieopZOf2cnp7EJpRXtbHmaIehxwbtRaJmHnnhFU3AZP20t2griRolXIVoIrANqg4Cq5N7r8VlRoRtvVH394QDjfAcANhJg5wz1YYaexPiwUB-5ha8qY/s1600-h/_MG_2145-Edit-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqsLusJVp-fOKhL8b9uAHT5rA6ieopZOf2cnp7EJpRXtbHmaIehxwbtRaJmHnnhFU3AZP20t2griRolXIVoIrANqg4Cq5N7r8VlRoRtvVH394QDjfAcANhJg5wz1YYaexPiwUB-5ha8qY/s320/_MG_2145-Edit-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478682542945186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Welcome Committee, Pomfret Highlands Farm</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKSHrXcRa3MAtokFFG_HnOs22YNMrb37VSUB5PkzybjCpvoN6l5TM0FR1q-BvYMBWNyIzs5BG_drgZ1kh1uKtB1HCyxLERYEdPEEUqm29kJMvIouMVAwC165_nex7JCK50RYtndIzK8YJ/s1600-h/_MG_2136-Edit-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKSHrXcRa3MAtokFFG_HnOs22YNMrb37VSUB5PkzybjCpvoN6l5TM0FR1q-BvYMBWNyIzs5BG_drgZ1kh1uKtB1HCyxLERYEdPEEUqm29kJMvIouMVAwC165_nex7JCK50RYtndIzK8YJ/s320/_MG_2136-Edit-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478673906698994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pomfret Highlands Farm, Cloudland Road</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7z2LyTKI4W02HYErWqkOyg6Q9nCvAoWsXVti7SJ8HHRZmJl-Qdi5IIzpZxJVaxXamjTEG8guNb5YBxfOIGIROPGJM_2V-lWc9c1W8ZngzRkB9aCJiFBXljRiYLH-qHo2StKd65XfWuyq0/s1600-h/_MG_2153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7z2LyTKI4W02HYErWqkOyg6Q9nCvAoWsXVti7SJ8HHRZmJl-Qdi5IIzpZxJVaxXamjTEG8guNb5YBxfOIGIROPGJM_2V-lWc9c1W8ZngzRkB9aCJiFBXljRiYLH-qHo2StKd65XfWuyq0/s320/_MG_2153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478668988183074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Farm along Cloudland Road, South Pomfret, VT</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6llnsjiY7sWONO1-xcAyy8IcvP7faIgiUxbKFOvasdXygSv7Y-8GbavuMH4oS1y4y07KBXvdhzXA0kTMiYxzopQrKC3KHLMreaSE9_A7T4fPFalogZ7ANQ-l-9mnuu7io-QzPagh-PBnC/s1600-h/_MG_2164-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6llnsjiY7sWONO1-xcAyy8IcvP7faIgiUxbKFOvasdXygSv7Y-8GbavuMH4oS1y4y07KBXvdhzXA0kTMiYxzopQrKC3KHLMreaSE9_A7T4fPFalogZ7ANQ-l-9mnuu7io-QzPagh-PBnC/s320/_MG_2164-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478669114915858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Farm along Cloudland Road</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGIwfv61JrqLmWcCMabMlBpJNqYz6TW0EZFlKe5BYgkcSIlb3_GVFJpFNcqL5NlDknEL9PwmgVDYrydO6kMgP3QHZifoqR86ecUFA9aRkJDdk_l3pQvqaJtbCJa99GiryTTBRPnBiQDjg/s1600-h/_MG_2293.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGIwfv61JrqLmWcCMabMlBpJNqYz6TW0EZFlKe5BYgkcSIlb3_GVFJpFNcqL5NlDknEL9PwmgVDYrydO6kMgP3QHZifoqR86ecUFA9aRkJDdk_l3pQvqaJtbCJa99GiryTTBRPnBiQDjg/s320/_MG_2293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266484791887115202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Joe Ranger Road</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgz_FkAWKbw0Iw7ACPYw_xXUFONB7LZ92O3tVJBN3RDRWwh09w1bwAKKy9iA9czbBLNdtwTaWSOnQvfENy9vUOuhuKWApX67H4ke_K2ULvbZqBF4HZHf48SjWH85arq3h9xYiVfYcMNek/s1600-h/_MG_2319.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgz_FkAWKbw0Iw7ACPYw_xXUFONB7LZ92O3tVJBN3RDRWwh09w1bwAKKy9iA9czbBLNdtwTaWSOnQvfENy9vUOuhuKWApX67H4ke_K2ULvbZqBF4HZHf48SjWH85arq3h9xYiVfYcMNek/s320/_MG_2319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478035993756706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Old Kings Highway, South Pomfret, VT</span></span><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7z2LyTKI4W02HYErWqkOyg6Q9nCvAoWsXVti7SJ8HHRZmJl-Qdi5IIzpZxJVaxXamjTEG8guNb5YBxfOIGIROPGJM_2V-lWc9c1W8ZngzRkB9aCJiFBXljRiYLH-qHo2StKd65XfWuyq0/s1600-h/_MG_2153.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64r8uSUkbV-IfoY7E4dV6cjnJQvbySROin54Pg4zITDvbdCtgIvh4tR_eFAaf42To8p6nlxLcD4zGMCoU7xSNdLrE6bKRTSjaXCY8t-tgqtkJ-Finbxna5wA8xiLitfwkQDXnSchXjeTx/s1600-h/_MG_2297-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64r8uSUkbV-IfoY7E4dV6cjnJQvbySROin54Pg4zITDvbdCtgIvh4tR_eFAaf42To8p6nlxLcD4zGMCoU7xSNdLrE6bKRTSjaXCY8t-tgqtkJ-Finbxna5wA8xiLitfwkQDXnSchXjeTx/s320/_MG_2297-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266478028945706658" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Old Kings Highway Foliage</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nearly all buildings in the town of Woodstock are historically preserved and lovely. 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One afternoon, I drove down a couple of gravel roads to get to one such gem...Grafton Pond. There were a couple of houses at the put-in, but the rest of the lake was undeveloped and natural with a number of small islands to paddle around.<br /><br />The foliage was gorgeous, and apart from seeing 3 other cars parked at the put-in (all Subarus!), there were no others around and I had the pond virtually all to myself.<br /><br />This is what made hauling the canoe on the roof of my car for over 1000 miles all worth it... ah, tranquility!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNStb0WheBvvOjoSmtgYaqgEHodB84hsi5SKCQ9l0mKx0aOBz17yLJjAFwYThh-tUAOyy1jyjXfckftvguD7DEpjBr6N4sL58IwLlXFDmhsvVej3DhdL3XSrabymauqCBm7-CAsBdCaB4J/s1600-h/IMG_1638.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNStb0WheBvvOjoSmtgYaqgEHodB84hsi5SKCQ9l0mKx0aOBz17yLJjAFwYThh-tUAOyy1jyjXfckftvguD7DEpjBr6N4sL58IwLlXFDmhsvVej3DhdL3XSrabymauqCBm7-CAsBdCaB4J/s320/IMG_1638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266472795354793666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny0R9j9P7jjHoomSXNvgz8jr7v3XE0utOqgKV4RP2Y-q7FJnP-tu-AZyRfsL2PXdRN8dmmuxV98U-CCK6soTtNgkMQzdOnyNdn149MeaD4TThhc4SxfEWiyVsmvGShVNHNkC8hLHnWW-T/s1600-h/IMG_1655.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny0R9j9P7jjHoomSXNvgz8jr7v3XE0utOqgKV4RP2Y-q7FJnP-tu-AZyRfsL2PXdRN8dmmuxV98U-CCK6soTtNgkMQzdOnyNdn149MeaD4TThhc4SxfEWiyVsmvGShVNHNkC8hLHnWW-T/s320/IMG_1655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266471443935273746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtciAIo-_NeikMMrTM7TqeS2mqSCmld7SQHM7QkE9eRSF2Pm-XyZpCmxktNJo6okQMF7PtaORl6naCPq1vg_qD1ZZRBK4ZxfQUa9zgGAunPIyef5dJxW8z2vYIvtUz_9Dik9uJnHqfJB_m/s1600-h/IMG_1649.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtciAIo-_NeikMMrTM7TqeS2mqSCmld7SQHM7QkE9eRSF2Pm-XyZpCmxktNJo6okQMF7PtaORl6naCPq1vg_qD1ZZRBK4ZxfQUa9zgGAunPIyef5dJxW8z2vYIvtUz_9Dik9uJnHqfJB_m/s320/IMG_1649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266471445918792066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVZuPp-arwr-Iyg9JN4y-sqUsn_usDHrUjFmwAXWfUXbZoCDroEhmEaBHDis2G83Z-iqYRO2YO8-Tq8W909keiP2_H9CG_HHqzGFerUkVwNFpbVM41UDrHVxXNv3-QeUXlNSet9IsXQo2/s1600-h/IMG_1644.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVZuPp-arwr-Iyg9JN4y-sqUsn_usDHrUjFmwAXWfUXbZoCDroEhmEaBHDis2G83Z-iqYRO2YO8-Tq8W909keiP2_H9CG_HHqzGFerUkVwNFpbVM41UDrHVxXNv3-QeUXlNSet9IsXQo2/s320/IMG_1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266471432443491346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_7pVpRv1QAJq7dm6M8986i5qZLBsjcL_1xHvmdNqiTfwZf9tBX9TVSKx5B5E2vJsxFjPO6-QVvTSdTn-O3bfAo-xSJMii_TUsXmXF4QQNLsKt5ajVGkNN6LiPbcovP_0D-guDehXQwss/s1600-h/IMG_1641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_7pVpRv1QAJq7dm6M8986i5qZLBsjcL_1xHvmdNqiTfwZf9tBX9TVSKx5B5E2vJsxFjPO6-QVvTSdTn-O3bfAo-xSJMii_TUsXmXF4QQNLsKt5ajVGkNN6LiPbcovP_0D-guDehXQwss/s320/IMG_1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266471418601507714" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-38009381687368764422008-10-06T21:18:00.000-05:002008-11-08T21:25:23.486-06:00Quechee Gorge & Dewey's Mill Pond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhXAq1q3lqYnvhv2K3yIbruX3VCyMFx4YtGazJ9BT7xCIb4-GTGvzUy8suY-q_rgUCQTTvvu-jjHT9NgZR3Z3KjnEkzyp3DLjKXeOgWw9h8w1cMZWAh4itfTBbUDijg-H3Q5a-66HgZpE/s1600-h/IMG_1789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhXAq1q3lqYnvhv2K3yIbruX3VCyMFx4YtGazJ9BT7xCIb4-GTGvzUy8suY-q_rgUCQTTvvu-jjHT9NgZR3Z3KjnEkzyp3DLjKXeOgWw9h8w1cMZWAh4itfTBbUDijg-H3Q5a-66HgZpE/s320/IMG_1789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266464684781184642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Millie and I made the brief journey from Woodstock, NH to Woodstock, VT within a couple hours and set up camp at the KOA near White </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">River Junction and the Quechee Gorge.<br /><br />As we drove to the gorge for the first time, we saw Quechee's resident balloon taking off for an afternoon trip.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFPose2UDzXdru0yCnQnSNioSqbsmH9Ayfgboj7BO2XwOKMLExIHMowGnfneSo3lBo9RRFj8t_ITeIsxxWT0LBl9RxgOHkW5f7Yp3xKPZ0NjN9Q0DJPaCc0CwP9G7vCttU6j3fTGboel8/s1600-h/IMG_1601.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFPose2UDzXdru0yCnQnSNioSqbsmH9Ayfgboj7BO2XwOKMLExIHMowGnfneSo3lBo9RRFj8t_ITeIsxxWT0LBl9RxgOHkW5f7Yp3xKPZ0NjN9Q0DJPaCc0CwP9G7vCttU6j3fTGboel8/s320/IMG_1601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266465502527928162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A tall iron bridge spans the Quechee Gorge, and allows pedestrians to walk over it and take pictures of the gorge. Most tourist shots are taken in the middle of the day and look like this:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04xJF4QIa9MA82JarOiHWKssbomPq9YN2FEmxAOFOM9v2rnqbAMYee6M0h29vgAnFLDG-KsB-FzPIol5OOt1QyZTT3ORDK81yljzA3YytKobmCPjhHHXuBt-2s1Y8GCb3W7LVGfaB4wID/s1600-h/IMG_1868.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04xJF4QIa9MA82JarOiHWKssbomPq9YN2FEmxAOFOM9v2rnqbAMYee6M0h29vgAnFLDG-KsB-FzPIol5OOt1QyZTT3ORDK81yljzA3YytKobmCPjhHHXuBt-2s1Y8GCb3W7LVGfaB4wID/s320/IMG_1868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266464669829293586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, one morning just after sunrise, I decided to try photographing the gorge again. This time, the ground fog was just lifting to provide a more interesting image.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-NJL0VQbusNGeV-wIOpBCxifMJubZuqYeRLyUdEURTz6sNyxiQxo3UgubN5PM9kZZzpOP2iV2Y_6MH6rfxqSQF7VAVCnrcClpPG3oeRdtxY2wCGn2lmWmYcyU-GASPsMrw4KFd4fLz_R/s1600-h/_MG_2239-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-NJL0VQbusNGeV-wIOpBCxifMJubZuqYeRLyUdEURTz6sNyxiQxo3UgubN5PM9kZZzpOP2iV2Y_6MH6rfxqSQF7VAVCnrcClpPG3oeRdtxY2wCGn2lmWmYcyU-GASPsMrw4KFd4fLz_R/s320/_MG_2239-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266464677068414930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Upstream from the gorge, was a small dam that created a marvelous small lake called Dewey's Mill Pond, which was an idyllic canoeing opportunity one afternoon, made even better when the Quechee balloon reappeared over the horizon!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPdF2DS_7AqBY5u3C7MQhwGJc_RiwqM7KhhDgrKycYzjbSmvDtaVbAHyjLTS6UAvbwuSmcROsaq0zXDR1t0Zc12x1THNKPt8PjqmITJAOYKnZEhfKiugwYkmvm3aaWxQ2LHZw_zW0PJiv/s1600-h/IMG_1761.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPdF2DS_7AqBY5u3C7MQhwGJc_RiwqM7KhhDgrKycYzjbSmvDtaVbAHyjLTS6UAvbwuSmcROsaq0zXDR1t0Zc12x1THNKPt8PjqmITJAOYKnZEhfKiugwYkmvm3aaWxQ2LHZw_zW0PJiv/s320/IMG_1761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266467759581829410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm33ikQvBisZhQV4V2Gls9Rk5KGM5JETN-FKArMUiWsBHYFTBYy5wpvrvc5TkuWJLRdzbBf2URfDhL1Xo7Jf6GDmwnwgsLVYwgO-vFBkWfMiqNOj_ZOAihHbZUbzoD3jYQKUkM_Gt8Tqb/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm33ikQvBisZhQV4V2Gls9Rk5KGM5JETN-FKArMUiWsBHYFTBYy5wpvrvc5TkuWJLRdzbBf2URfDhL1Xo7Jf6GDmwnwgsLVYwgO-vFBkWfMiqNOj_ZOAihHbZUbzoD3jYQKUkM_Gt8Tqb/s320/IMG_1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266467763308907474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-76062852316191540342008-10-05T18:21:00.000-05:002008-11-08T21:24:59.231-06:00Vermont<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIOBsgWanIWmhfSfM4LO4q5SLSTZ3I17e-lcxszt_WL0OZfO24PVHjhuzGeenQGuLioH1smlQkkSZn3i-kudpP1aPMnFHJaJlksuR0aDFimIR2NPDByEFtOtBcWnfeQJn4V5v4NGayohH/s1600-h/IMG_1561.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIOBsgWanIWmhfSfM4LO4q5SLSTZ3I17e-lcxszt_WL0OZfO24PVHjhuzGeenQGuLioH1smlQkkSZn3i-kudpP1aPMnFHJaJlksuR0aDFimIR2NPDByEFtOtBcWnfeQJn4V5v4NGayohH/s320/IMG_1561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451299793859650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was cloudy and rained much of the first week I was in Vermont (which was actually not so bad as I had to work anyway). But clouds and rain aren't always such a bad thing-- one evening, the sun managed to pop out briefly at sunset-- and this marvelous rainbow appeared!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7YMhS0doqOsjxzuts0DXKJYnbYPCIw1lhtvg4bTx8r17G4AdgXZfp4wTeY4xl0qhU9Ia3hyphenhyphenmPrkGnDxx9TLMWEVQA-nY0TlSU1LZuDv_skAgxqFG__AgLJ8YZBbIS-vN9p7g-Oh6mkdZ/s1600-h/IMG_1732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7YMhS0doqOsjxzuts0DXKJYnbYPCIw1lhtvg4bTx8r17G4AdgXZfp4wTeY4xl0qhU9Ia3hyphenhyphenmPrkGnDxx9TLMWEVQA-nY0TlSU1LZuDv_skAgxqFG__AgLJ8YZBbIS-vN9p7g-Oh6mkdZ/s320/IMG_1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266447923154379538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vermont State Capitol, Montpelier, VT</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Vermont is perhaps the most historically preserved state in the country. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They'</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ve had strict statewide laws on the books that prohibit new construction unless it can be proven not to cause any environmental impact whatsoever. As a result, buildings are maintained and renovated rather than demolished, and except for a few interstate exits and small sections in a few of the larger towns, there are no strip malls, no fast food drive-thrus, no big box retailers, or other trappings of modern day commerce found throughout much of America.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, while some Vermonters have wished for more accessible modern conveniences</span>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it is a photographer's and tourist's oasis from a sea of asphalt and homogenized retail chain stores. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0Vpc8zt-dIuJnh92c0ChNumpypVA5pxZnVXTiOriVcz73hcpZTjLBngsV6g-UQLR5Rf_nTnmcy8tKLf3gVdeIZ6NBDt3MZ7u1trhUM6pS-bQ4d4eXBkqStcqRLsBTnJZcTfzagoGQi4e/s1600-h/IMG_1604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0Vpc8zt-dIuJnh92c0ChNumpypVA5pxZnVXTiOriVcz73hcpZTjLBngsV6g-UQLR5Rf_nTnmcy8tKLf3gVdeIZ6NBDt3MZ7u1trhUM6pS-bQ4d4eXBkqStcqRLsBTnJZcTfzagoGQi4e/s320/IMG_1604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451069071888258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxhzkT-TxcVpy1bjm_5hKOGPukaCFh90WyTbVYsNVxm-kV0QJVLIjqMiJVd5uDywGytWR__P1i34Lpz7tWezuxik86HrVAz52Lsz9PXmcSzpMdfg_-9-QYLA8yj4oafqEUjipqgSELhwC/s1600-h/IMG_1605.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxhzkT-TxcVpy1bjm_5hKOGPukaCFh90WyTbVYsNVxm-kV0QJVLIjqMiJVd5uDywGytWR__P1i34Lpz7tWezuxik86HrVAz52Lsz9PXmcSzpMdfg_-9-QYLA8yj4oafqEUjipqgSELhwC/s320/IMG_1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266492939686571490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barns in central Vermont</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL31JY2mcMvb6VdcimUZvwJ2boOx3Xh5szs_ikciGqdknSIkrvlZDJbgQhmHatnUaLrs8x2XvnyRDctybSyuC-jgqEk_HisZ3IH7rK34Krea73D-b4xA9X184CAn1caFV0dPHK_Ie1bzuw/s1600-h/IMG_1608.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL31JY2mcMvb6VdcimUZvwJ2boOx3Xh5szs_ikciGqdknSIkrvlZDJbgQhmHatnUaLrs8x2XvnyRDctybSyuC-jgqEk_HisZ3IH7rK34Krea73D-b4xA9X184CAn1caFV0dPHK_Ie1bzuw/s320/IMG_1608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451060370808738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Farmhouse in central Vermont</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHl0C7TpRZBHx8y-5_9LylY0NkGSe_8W7A8lxbQdY3rlYOJjDR7FLbsi66g5EK1_m2A8Pzhq1Q8e8z7WsJtvZw6uy6uOkdB_TIteIQZkHmsgN-QojgDhyphenhyphenqvO3O7jylxDUt5nBcKim8OnNU/s1600-h/IMG_1613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHl0C7TpRZBHx8y-5_9LylY0NkGSe_8W7A8lxbQdY3rlYOJjDR7FLbsi66g5EK1_m2A8Pzhq1Q8e8z7WsJtvZw6uy6uOkdB_TIteIQZkHmsgN-QojgDhyphenhyphenqvO3O7jylxDUt5nBcKim8OnNU/s320/IMG_1613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451056840135954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another central Vermont farm</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wQDSUeeG8mqzkEvu7d3I9Js9pcJO9i7jhA30yT6qSnQ0Zfeu6k2dmYZgGh1onjUCdLQoGJfv__N2tW9BS60yXyBGYIGJepf24PAqiDYCSm8FdNtAxO7tE-pg2hWW-oWFux2b5x1xXFKs/s1600-h/IMG_1606.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wQDSUeeG8mqzkEvu7d3I9Js9pcJO9i7jhA30yT6qSnQ0Zfeu6k2dmYZgGh1onjUCdLQoGJfv__N2tW9BS60yXyBGYIGJepf24PAqiDYCSm8FdNtAxO7tE-pg2hWW-oWFux2b5x1xXFKs/s320/IMG_1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451069466666274" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Covered bridge in Vermont</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2tBn37N4o44Wp4V0MMmYuoZknaFtWI0liARHIsiOvCR05pZs3xyk_RKHHtJqd91IybxHDbXlvdMJpaRT-QhI0KDhELy2Pj5ym6BiPr9moy2EgJ2Yt-GSkczFViP9W5_d9SKPzEHeMoXs/s1600-h/IMG_1861.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2tBn37N4o44Wp4V0MMmYuoZknaFtWI0liARHIsiOvCR05pZs3xyk_RKHHtJqd91IybxHDbXlvdMJpaRT-QhI0KDhELy2Pj5ym6BiPr9moy2EgJ2Yt-GSkczFViP9W5_d9SKPzEHeMoXs/s320/IMG_1861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266447643883218162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m5Kmbdgg_YdfOyoYMmXqs13mgGC0dut-IQ2wPKpzvi5cLrj_JTgQuDr-sJGxYQXZVdys6Qa5LPiq0cnOLCtqViaF_qljHaeNo3JAEju3YCYmb_ZlqUQ5xE3-t4CYocXpuGd_2t30cjT0/s1600-h/IMG_1850.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m5Kmbdgg_YdfOyoYMmXqs13mgGC0dut-IQ2wPKpzvi5cLrj_JTgQuDr-sJGxYQXZVdys6Qa5LPiq0cnOLCtqViaF_qljHaeNo3JAEju3YCYmb_ZlqUQ5xE3-t4CYocXpuGd_2t30cjT0/s320/IMG_1850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266447639728027522" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Old schoolhouse in central Vermont</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, the buildings aren't the only things that are well-preserved. Vermont's streams, ponds, and forests are also vibrant and clean. They have a saying that the Green Mountain state of Vermont was "Green before Green was cool"....how true!<br /><br />One warm autumn afternoon, Millie just had to take a little dip in one of the cool, clear, roadside mountain streams</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What a delight!</span><br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWaAntdun32uh68cJhLB5yVy3ps3umIOn49raZ0TUKfiLDEKCRlxBYVLOkXX7j5KJfnDZc1L-QUSPj_1gl2-VQdUcQm4kbaKepp-jKGh1fsnrFegadh9fs2L0doLgow06cCXSGb2CTMToq/s1600-h/IMG_1701.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWaAntdun32uh68cJhLB5yVy3ps3umIOn49raZ0TUKfiLDEKCRlxBYVLOkXX7j5KJfnDZc1L-QUSPj_1gl2-VQdUcQm4kbaKepp-jKGh1fsnrFegadh9fs2L0doLgow06cCXSGb2CTMToq/s320/IMG_1701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266447167773552546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIVFPoqjkY4orQHez5Tz2pLIqc3MGx-ezo1PrnHwkiqDop4tZjppPXxMX5intwbFOGyTBI-SZq-OK4_3TsXGULIPcq84t1SCCawFnIwXf3qJ8_964LPTw4WJ3iZz_UiQmERfihuUvv57g/s1600-h/IMG_1696.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIVFPoqjkY4orQHez5Tz2pLIqc3MGx-ezo1PrnHwkiqDop4tZjppPXxMX5intwbFOGyTBI-SZq-OK4_3TsXGULIPcq84t1SCCawFnIwXf3qJ8_964LPTw4WJ3iZz_UiQmERfihuUvv57g/s320/IMG_1696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266447166021959954" border="0" /></a>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-52271558604214206852008-10-04T21:02:00.008-05:002008-11-08T14:49:03.444-06:00New Hampshire<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzC_5njKJlxppi791b2zWzzflwPPUzcJtPCr-KtQL7KN3gIrveOaWrkiP111L_D4LmfvgRoKxZhMrUQaXIFRx9RfTFx0Up2oetk3M9BnIqA44Mq9DyD5fjbbO4FVa2zRsWWAIj1rAiBL-p/s1600-h/_MG_2011-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzC_5njKJlxppi791b2zWzzflwPPUzcJtPCr-KtQL7KN3gIrveOaWrkiP111L_D4LmfvgRoKxZhMrUQaXIFRx9RfTFx0Up2oetk3M9BnIqA44Mq9DyD5fjbbO4FVa2zRsWWAIj1rAiBL-p/s320/_MG_2011-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266339555783278066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Church and Bridge, Stark, NH</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Millie and I are in New England for 3 weeks enjoying what the locals say is the best foliage season in a number of years. We drove the Canadian route last weekend through Toronto and Montreal and arrived to our campground at St. Johnsbury, Vermont late Sun</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">day night. I had to work during the week, so had chosen this campground because it</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> offered wi-fi and was within my Verizon cellphone coverage range. Well...Veriz</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on's map wa</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">s a little off. No cell coverage at the campground at all. But a quick 1/2 mile drive up the hill to a scenic overlook did the trick. It felt kinda like the old "Green Acres" show when Oliver would have to climb the telephone pole to make a phone call. "Welcome to Vermont!" my work collegues from Burlington said when I told them of my connectivity challenges.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It rained all week, and I had a heavy workload, so didn't take many pictures. But, yesterday, the start of my vacation, the skies cleared. I decided to head to New Hampshire for the weekend. I set up base camp in Woodstock, NH in the </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">center of the state, and drove a big loop including the Kancamagus Scenic Byway, the White Mountai</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ns Highway, and the Daniel Webster Highway.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Here are a few of my favorite shots:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZGHzvaTZgezK3RIbnSvP5ptE3EcnrslA8lbATKkAyiUW-Zc9nINjVNXrfouyJ-IFhAx4_MYBnH3K19PjjKOtF9pkFLHrEiqCOYBIJV4UXP7q3JeIkqv6f1XAfJKsLx_zs2TceO1sNouj/s1600-h/_MG_1952-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZGHzvaTZgezK3RIbnSvP5ptE3EcnrslA8lbATKkAyiUW-Zc9nINjVNXrfouyJ-IFhAx4_MYBnH3K19PjjKOtF9pkFLHrEiqCOYBIJV4UXP7q3JeIkqv6f1XAfJKsLx_zs2TceO1sNouj/s320/_MG_1952-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266342537602151058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stream along the Kancamagus Highway<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4U8G6YLDL16KkWBBTgZ6qTkbqJQwL6-djkHVfyM7G2IbTGs7z_cpuyFTJvryWLgAOfOlHHISEYKNXJBIEOUjuYO_ufsC11Zjjl9OPX6LzElJtpF70q5qC9JhyTLXa1pRA2g8PGSdQ6hB/s1600-h/IMG_1581.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4U8G6YLDL16KkWBBTgZ6qTkbqJQwL6-djkHVfyM7G2IbTGs7z_cpuyFTJvryWLgAOfOlHHISEYKNXJBIEOUjuYO_ufsC11Zjjl9OPX6LzElJtpF70q5qC9JhyTLXa1pRA2g8PGSdQ6hB/s320/IMG_1581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266342538809863762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Roadside lake along the Kancamagus Highway</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1h9wzgYjzfLtWaW-fVjsvWRgVuc24xWMwKSBBtWulucKOXka-e0rk1fO42KSSz0p4W635wv_Lwrc-5qoFFbhG7MPbwNi0Wl0LYxIcInn6Y02g4PLrLhyphenhyphenbtCM3T3NYdGYlH4FDQrjm-FT/s1600-h/_MG_2038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1h9wzgYjzfLtWaW-fVjsvWRgVuc24xWMwKSBBtWulucKOXka-e0rk1fO42KSSz0p4W635wv_Lwrc-5qoFFbhG7MPbwNi0Wl0LYxIcInn6Y02g4PLrLhyphenhyphenbtCM3T3NYdGYlH4FDQrjm-FT/s320/_MG_2038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266342541449173090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Blair Bridge<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqutKA812C_iGgxWQ5EC43EUPfmwq3F3jj1Uh62M3rjVQUFz9hBInVqft-3yFzt-hdgmKQ_G1rdLCpvtDf6rl1QZX1c5ACFT3alNoQQfP1JNrnpK5oWqWJBj31qPVCwrakeOKeJFOD82g/s1600-h/_MG_2000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqutKA812C_iGgxWQ5EC43EUPfmwq3F3jj1Uh62M3rjVQUFz9hBInVqft-3yFzt-hdgmKQ_G1rdLCpvtDf6rl1QZX1c5ACFT3alNoQQfP1JNrnpK5oWqWJBj31qPVCwrakeOKeJFOD82g/s320/_MG_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266342536855541394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Church and Bridge, Stark, NH</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrRXHx7zf9Q6kIeNg8r9SK80v_5E0tm0rCOgL7bkzArs84PhKVOyFUzEhHFhAcwwdRfvb6-2ucLU8IKH5-muCtYTcf46RaC_eAf9FcOgplBLteomqzBFi6CeyPfEoNnnCWbY9xHhhr7ha/s1600-h/_MG_1914-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrRXHx7zf9Q6kIeNg8r9SK80v_5E0tm0rCOgL7bkzArs84PhKVOyFUzEhHFhAcwwdRfvb6-2ucLU8IKH5-muCtYTcf46RaC_eAf9FcOgplBLteomqzBFi6CeyPfEoNnnCWbY9xHhhr7ha/s320/_MG_1914-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253489664192754418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Swiftwater Covered Bridge</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKfGHlc144NbjUDcDaCMZBCsodh2FlMxT2lllOUCV7Y7G1GOuoTQWa2aDzX5uPU6OeNA0b_6qekbKX78vc3iyUac-ycPZl1Lvy6lyY8KJbVE9a05dWtNEm5c-yHxSlyyfagj7Nn2WmdEj/s1600-h/_MG_1961-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKfGHlc144NbjUDcDaCMZBCsodh2FlMxT2lllOUCV7Y7G1GOuoTQWa2aDzX5uPU6OeNA0b_6qekbKX78vc3iyUac-ycPZl1Lvy6lyY8KJbVE9a05dWtNEm5c-yHxSlyyfagj7Nn2WmdEj/s320/_MG_1961-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253489668451592162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Little White Church, Eaton, NH</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWvEdKi87K-QNAH-J_bMJ8WcVptGF3pNHLdKcUOw4-yVSsxUdMKLmn8ELMBcchDNzKccbEG0201XSFenN0rInV-H7MX46vRTK76slpRL3QiuOMx1pTJbcJ4tq5tfh5rXaz_n0pTSZm5Nv/s1600-h/_MG_1980-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWvEdKi87K-QNAH-J_bMJ8WcVptGF3pNHLdKcUOw4-yVSsxUdMKLmn8ELMBcchDNzKccbEG0201XSFenN0rInV-H7MX46vRTK76slpRL3QiuOMx1pTJbcJ4tq5tfh5rXaz_n0pTSZm5Nv/s320/_MG_1980-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253489675921664978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Foliage near Mt. Washington<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-02IV7_RjUQTF-Q_iVyJjCsHc0fW5KUb9ABOjHqGLUlOKcZFlXPhbc9r0VdjauePEkl8KnJDL5JgTaoaAIqI0TOoEeIhMYxPVRTWvKY6vZ1sfCJ1eN6XiP-16OfjqyKOzFd6CXWJv3FNa/s1600-h/_MG_2020-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-02IV7_RjUQTF-Q_iVyJjCsHc0fW5KUb9ABOjHqGLUlOKcZFlXPhbc9r0VdjauePEkl8KnJDL5JgTaoaAIqI0TOoEeIhMYxPVRTWvKY6vZ1sfCJ1eN6XiP-16OfjqyKOzFd6CXWJv3FNa/s320/_MG_2020-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253489679945477506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Farm near Littleton, NH</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-83609244854498526482008-08-17T13:09:00.010-05:002008-08-17T21:04:08.227-05:00Madison Ribberfest & Southern Indiana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzlN_ip9DBpWCPxeQpi7oMiepDSi7XQonNIVBaEYD9kyz0kDzu6Qy_lgQ4scwOQYjVwoON1zrZaIWxnjvuO6Pbce5E7fUBR5T2oyOglI9bsLGH_CzqKYwNNoRunuLmeo2ksM4QL6QRzWZ/s1600-h/IMG_1467.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzlN_ip9DBpWCPxeQpi7oMiepDSi7XQonNIVBaEYD9kyz0kDzu6Qy_lgQ4scwOQYjVwoON1zrZaIWxnjvuO6Pbce5E7fUBR5T2oyOglI9bsLGH_CzqKYwNNoRunuLmeo2ksM4QL6QRzWZ/s320/IMG_1467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235558721892875650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I went down to southern Indiana this weekend to the Madison Ribberfest. What a great party! The festival featured about 50 or so competion BBQ'ers, some terrific blues bands, and a number of hot air balloons</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The weather was excellent all weekend. I had first heard about the fest on the Teardrop trailer forum (they were doing a rally), but I decided to stay at Clifty Falls State Park that had hook-ups, rather than with the rest of the teardroppers at their park.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here are a few shots at the festival:<br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVfTp0ftVOmyvJNYP0t0T0KeV8pXit_OB5pPva2kfSikn6JHcnhi31ly4Gftzjr7sPP2PP2mpVwabutxhtEnuR-p3r4H0K92GnglVW0unJ__blJXRvy-XOWmQ57nnbFAQ0vTR3mLRHHOF/s1600-h/IMG_1453.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVfTp0ftVOmyvJNYP0t0T0KeV8pXit_OB5pPva2kfSikn6JHcnhi31ly4Gftzjr7sPP2PP2mpVwabutxhtEnuR-p3r4H0K92GnglVW0unJ__blJXRvy-XOWmQ57nnbFAQ0vTR3mLRHHOF/s320/IMG_1453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553007362114450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxYdG8ZZZiN2r3jshpxhLJOYwrqBGvFuqL97ijFPtYvxAm9ZeSBwEYaiYpAFb-wIkv-ALdJQ_kwNlxpDoM0aL1ZUVgtQE-QgGO9iiXSt3jdP02-qx73wGf53lmRqpeEZ3eIKJIrUB8Wq6/s1600-h/IMG_1455.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxYdG8ZZZiN2r3jshpxhLJOYwrqBGvFuqL97ijFPtYvxAm9ZeSBwEYaiYpAFb-wIkv-ALdJQ_kwNlxpDoM0aL1ZUVgtQE-QgGO9iiXSt3jdP02-qx73wGf53lmRqpeEZ3eIKJIrUB8Wq6/s320/IMG_1455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553007002249906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ks1oXeVjVhNqzDxvjwpw30xrnx5Z3shkg04wa1CWGa-plwUZN2IBvzxCTBKvxCA6SQHoAk5dQiBJe4eoOIVsH8GJsAvfWnh74QXtMqy_fuLrv8js4_JFcI_5oMB1ZCtip5eCaJ1Jil33/s1600-h/IMG_1461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ks1oXeVjVhNqzDxvjwpw30xrnx5Z3shkg04wa1CWGa-plwUZN2IBvzxCTBKvxCA6SQHoAk5dQiBJe4eoOIVsH8GJsAvfWnh74QXtMqy_fuLrv8js4_JFcI_5oMB1ZCtip5eCaJ1Jil33/s320/IMG_1461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553009211116178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At the end of the evening, the hot air balloons did a "balloon glow" from the Kentucky side of the river across from the festival. The reflections on the water were terrific, but pretty hard to photograph when this dark.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnUAzGT1fDRtTYO1N1sNZY1X8hlKREBzbwtlfxToRRvqA74w6ZXjmWDxXDICoSy5U3tMQDMmKOOZdv2AfryiZyhzXJD40aW-yM8kblvjdjN8hb5j0DiWiCQ9wON0GP-0w3iYHeMwG4XWf/s1600-h/_MG_1760.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnUAzGT1fDRtTYO1N1sNZY1X8hlKREBzbwtlfxToRRvqA74w6ZXjmWDxXDICoSy5U3tMQDMmKOOZdv2AfryiZyhzXJD40aW-yM8kblvjdjN8hb5j0DiWiCQ9wON0GP-0w3iYHeMwG4XWf/s320/_MG_1760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553000707112738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An added benefit was the full moon rising over the bridge between Madison and Kentucky.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIMfhzib0ArVE_RaBeGlsxpZE2S-L4nTTTwK5xq3-LHjc5Kog8g5G6H3HWOraiTiRGgxlyGWBALBzpTCaHoIidIZ82aC-Xgnab6491B0Frv6tNw7EPk5TzBHIPFCtLMM9frOZS7NCUZGd/s1600-h/_MG_1754.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIMfhzib0ArVE_RaBeGlsxpZE2S-L4nTTTwK5xq3-LHjc5Kog8g5G6H3HWOraiTiRGgxlyGWBALBzpTCaHoIidIZ82aC-Xgnab6491B0Frv6tNw7EPk5TzBHIPFCtLMM9frOZS7NCUZGd/s320/_MG_1754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553011748806290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The next morning, I got up early to catch the sunrise at the same spot. This time there was a barge coming through just as I got there. What luck!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_LQjDY0H3rM5uB-FAhTbVXV1A1AMIedEq3ljmn3YmVcbxN0G4JLeU2wVTRe0B1qDNMbmCq0jyTSrI4BjSzQIyeFL_PbMAcheNimTCSU4p0DmFn7s5ZjF0v2gxxdYP_lh0E2NHIISlZ-P/s1600-h/IMG_1463-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_LQjDY0H3rM5uB-FAhTbVXV1A1AMIedEq3ljmn3YmVcbxN0G4JLeU2wVTRe0B1qDNMbmCq0jyTSrI4BjSzQIyeFL_PbMAcheNimTCSU4p0DmFn7s5ZjF0v2gxxdYP_lh0E2NHIISlZ-P/s320/IMG_1463-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552411054371746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFE_vPcZ40zCABZRNOoXPx0ajtb7-WbTVXXZkclWHP0DTv5yM6KMg4IuAEYfRYsekXVZvhmMjgUEs6OcsY2TWJTC5yCLR1ViwG3wEsc4y7wyCFaStmA2TJ0ZRpg8seNej4FjHFRTHrD1lI/s1600-h/_MG_1775-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFE_vPcZ40zCABZRNOoXPx0ajtb7-WbTVXXZkclWHP0DTv5yM6KMg4IuAEYfRYsekXVZvhmMjgUEs6OcsY2TWJTC5yCLR1ViwG3wEsc4y7wyCFaStmA2TJ0ZRpg8seNej4FjHFRTHrD1lI/s320/_MG_1775-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552413145731282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I then headed to downtown Madison to photograph a few of the historic buildings. It's one of the largest and best-preserved concentrations of historical buildings I've seen in the Midwest (well over 300 of them)</span>.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1l3aQAQ683oA8Yygvf4nE5Ebhj6c1DMjdCPuE3PuQUN850p1qb2HrDYLlUZQM2g5mhdz2sXtlvs772qPIPv_wb4d3vPaQITTljxqP0z6pedNIRrLN4bpZspH4hFRUC2yUl0jAbWTPd3P/s1600-h/_MG_1785.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1l3aQAQ683oA8Yygvf4nE5Ebhj6c1DMjdCPuE3PuQUN850p1qb2HrDYLlUZQM2g5mhdz2sXtlvs772qPIPv_wb4d3vPaQITTljxqP0z6pedNIRrLN4bpZspH4hFRUC2yUl0jAbWTPd3P/s320/_MG_1785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552110266841010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsLNTxGBgFMRkVC_-IwTGGSCO6V49j376r0wl7J8CQYdFD1hnUSKuwikkP6dSxg753_rCLF_OPgMNOQFIksIj1AKiHGTBvRTVoDSSmNXBOGX4hGVCF4g5jmuVj9C-cWIuCcoaqbgliIWD/s1600-h/_MG_1789-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsLNTxGBgFMRkVC_-IwTGGSCO6V49j376r0wl7J8CQYdFD1hnUSKuwikkP6dSxg753_rCLF_OPgMNOQFIksIj1AKiHGTBvRTVoDSSmNXBOGX4hGVCF4g5jmuVj9C-cWIuCcoaqbgliIWD/s320/_MG_1789-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552113201928594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0bQ7L2_vZ6nJoUAZu1VrwB-wJJej4Qnnf3Xn13YvkptPT4ULkto0tzm19tsKvE48POrlDG-uxs_NbHs7oxm1OJfgXVAKXGHJvhTRDLrkb7Iih7pJ9IrmREucCuhpSkmbcQX3ZOmlMzHd/s1600-h/_MG_1790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0bQ7L2_vZ6nJoUAZu1VrwB-wJJej4Qnnf3Xn13YvkptPT4ULkto0tzm19tsKvE48POrlDG-uxs_NbHs7oxm1OJfgXVAKXGHJvhTRDLrkb7Iih7pJ9IrmREucCuhpSkmbcQX3ZOmlMzHd/s320/_MG_1790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552116639964834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPP08r83MQ8Wo_wW_EW5w-2qCQn4MHRxrzX-EgPO6QywVxz-6gzuKuAC8_cd43A8ce4M-sNfsepZ3gxDU0-Gq3aub_8v9j351S0v-DHhipZnPrG5CLhtc3MlxllgVp9FTVS-DfPtoX-G6/s1600-h/_MG_1816-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPP08r83MQ8Wo_wW_EW5w-2qCQn4MHRxrzX-EgPO6QywVxz-6gzuKuAC8_cd43A8ce4M-sNfsepZ3gxDU0-Gq3aub_8v9j351S0v-DHhipZnPrG5CLhtc3MlxllgVp9FTVS-DfPtoX-G6/s320/_MG_1816-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552124108301938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">On my way back to Chicago, I decided to drive only scenic 2-lane roads all the way home</span>, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so started out driving west and then north on highway 135 through Brown County Indiana. I came across a little crossroads called Story, Indiana with an old general store that was now a restaurant and inn. The "town" was so small, it took me a couple miles before I could turn the car and T@B around to head back to photograph it. But what a spectacular scene! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc1MElHeCVGr2jZ10JbIdlRBIS8E_eEb4GLpHzqtDKHCUf6UkF37XLtVbZJ188_KosjR1m8AXCHmEDhtzLVdGZm2sUMCiyxHE2NM-dsBqabSbJv8H-4uggMjFs3Fqq1tbZeE1pNbT8Ed8/s1600-h/_MG_1830-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc1MElHeCVGr2jZ10JbIdlRBIS8E_eEb4GLpHzqtDKHCUf6UkF37XLtVbZJ188_KosjR1m8AXCHmEDhtzLVdGZm2sUMCiyxHE2NM-dsBqabSbJv8H-4uggMjFs3Fqq1tbZeE1pNbT8Ed8/s320/_MG_1830-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551773473979346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I had discovered this road sign on my way down to the Turkey Run T@B rally last spring but never had time to stop. So, this time I decided to make make a detour to drive my T@B through Tab, Indiana!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMu4mcpr0-jYng4LAdh00-5XJH1rTDj-DaWf925nEBOE1kOtgbEDWAIexk4oa3x60GWSGW8DvJ1lMuFNN4nworrNsYlJWLteqJAnEQVKpZm72VsZufTxXv5uxih7yoh3h2sScykFioK8G/s1600-h/IMG_1488-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMu4mcpr0-jYng4LAdh00-5XJH1rTDj-DaWf925nEBOE1kOtgbEDWAIexk4oa3x60GWSGW8DvJ1lMuFNN4nworrNsYlJWLteqJAnEQVKpZm72VsZufTxXv5uxih7yoh3h2sScykFioK8G/s320/IMG_1488-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551527685003314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The town of Tab isn't nearly as cute as the trailer-- it was basically a grain elevator along the railroad tracks, with about 20 old rundown houses around it (likely for employees who used to work at the grain elevator).</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It's a 5 to 10 mile drive along gravel roads to get there, and not even big enough to post town welcome signs at it's borders. So, I shot the T@B next to Tab's grain elevator as the sun was setting</span>, <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and made my way back to the main road to drive home.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2xLdKla9zfcNndX0RN5VuNX3pM70KWnj8o5T6Mv-43AU9xx8SgZqaLwu0263M-vBzMbQsglbyWFaij4qpmLbJljaPEFC2D43t3o3q_nrizd3jMhh26R1J69vgbanmagNl7Xmr9ycWpnL/s1600-h/IMG_1477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2xLdKla9zfcNndX0RN5VuNX3pM70KWnj8o5T6Mv-43AU9xx8SgZqaLwu0263M-vBzMbQsglbyWFaij4qpmLbJljaPEFC2D43t3o3q_nrizd3jMhh26R1J69vgbanmagNl7Xmr9ycWpnL/s320/IMG_1477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551298467061202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">While Madison and the Ohio River <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">were quite beautiful, one thing that was not so picturesque were a number of coal-burning power plants that dotted it's banks with their large stack pipes billowing carbon into the air. There was a large plant right next to the state park and it really was sad to hike up to a beautiful scenic vista, only to see the large smoke stacks on the horizon.</span></span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Fortunately, on my drive home, I found a much prettier power generator to photograph-- a new wind power plant along the Indiana/Illinois border. I can't wait to see more of these graceful, clean, and quiet turbines dot our midwestern farm fields in the future....and replace those damn coal plants!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uNtKXGAqVA494wzEVMUd6OBQcVoNg1M60pGQ_d_jbhuIbGUjSPSXxNuGk1jqfIBv9j_IU_P3wTTPaSWZtbonBzpdYGlGv-wvlb48WjewR_QiUTwuVMTjipW41yNIe3Qk-7LjLs6uSA0R/s1600-h/_MG_1851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uNtKXGAqVA494wzEVMUd6OBQcVoNg1M60pGQ_d_jbhuIbGUjSPSXxNuGk1jqfIBv9j_IU_P3wTTPaSWZtbonBzpdYGlGv-wvlb48WjewR_QiUTwuVMTjipW41yNIe3Qk-7LjLs6uSA0R/s320/_MG_1851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551302412249234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlgfHgz53Aij7W2vpLABa_VPdEFcCNpEWBX_wHeec34WR3DA5IzCs3bUEOaUeqSVbPznW4zGr0zDufOPELoUlnBDChPRP5XdydBllww0YXjLaYNYvlYrkgTP9A36GIj_0y7qzCBG2u9Dz/s1600-h/_MG_1863.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlgfHgz53Aij7W2vpLABa_VPdEFcCNpEWBX_wHeec34WR3DA5IzCs3bUEOaUeqSVbPznW4zGr0zDufOPELoUlnBDChPRP5XdydBllww0YXjLaYNYvlYrkgTP9A36GIj_0y7qzCBG2u9Dz/s320/_MG_1863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551299746601490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkMsdC2A4CrejTrpeEsZRxv4FulLO9r7mDqLrtblC-RKBK6bEwzXZ90iChoMVYNXgwaoLRMIi6P4GhxnYOmZppv0qV_UFzithSthxcFAZkHrWTAt1-Bxx6LYJWAuIkcARj447UWmUEs_i/s1600-h/_MG_1865.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkMsdC2A4CrejTrpeEsZRxv4FulLO9r7mDqLrtblC-RKBK6bEwzXZ90iChoMVYNXgwaoLRMIi6P4GhxnYOmZppv0qV_UFzithSthxcFAZkHrWTAt1-Bxx6LYJWAuIkcARj447UWmUEs_i/s320/_MG_1865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235551304700050098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-52119638990416043702008-07-28T22:21:00.000-05:002008-07-28T23:35:34.124-05:00Lake Michigan camping - Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQz-zRHHz6AifsyupYka2vA0sPaPlUdJSQ5xQgP-mW7JrOTQoHzL9vsRrmWZQu8yMZ0w-lP5WLj4bZhPI6F7qCiUJJGC_-l3g12Dr_cMUu-TtgTyA4Qeoxbouh3AYD5pSMYoSLIpZ_THUp/s1600-h/IMG_1432.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQz-zRHHz6AifsyupYka2vA0sPaPlUdJSQ5xQgP-mW7JrOTQoHzL9vsRrmWZQu8yMZ0w-lP5WLj4bZhPI6F7qCiUJJGC_-l3g12Dr_cMUu-TtgTyA4Qeoxbouh3AYD5pSMYoSLIpZ_THUp/s320/IMG_1432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947494338122242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Last weekend, I lucked out again with last-minute availability at another</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">popular beachfront park--this time on the Wisconsin side at Point Beach State Forest near Two Rivers just north of Manitowoc (where the ferry from Ludington arrives). Most campsites in this park were huge and quite private. There was also a large, sandy dog beach just south of the lighthouse right in the park (quite a few nice dog beaches on the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan). Millie had a great time! <br /> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQSBS6XYE-qGy0Ovzf1QKt-OKnikKew-qwteIPlfgFyWDASbOhF52G1bhHL8fmg04trFfR5Z_cjLwYjYob8hyphenhyphencmJ-cap3QRd6VuhQk0AxDqhKXl7kTK7ErC3oDUr6wPqMngT7hjUsVfZg/s1600-h/IMG_1427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQSBS6XYE-qGy0Ovzf1QKt-OKnikKew-qwteIPlfgFyWDASbOhF52G1bhHL8fmg04trFfR5Z_cjLwYjYob8hyphenhyphencmJ-cap3QRd6VuhQk0AxDqhKXl7kTK7ErC3oDUr6wPqMngT7hjUsVfZg/s320/IMG_1427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947495546263234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">No 9:30pm sunsets on this side of the Lake, though. We had to wake up just after 5:00am to catch this beautiful sunrise:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkcRMekm4Bo4RR4V9EqWv063R0bI_SR9abfm41lWB-x3CCgeb9UZj4MIToI6mrJVxUQ6PqyjxxBsSHrdffWCngFe7o3kou3uds9qBL3Jnrhdr_24AZx2vEJc7lA9Wc_1fbPVUHJROP05C/s1600-h/_MG_1682.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkcRMekm4Bo4RR4V9EqWv063R0bI_SR9abfm41lWB-x3CCgeb9UZj4MIToI6mrJVxUQ6PqyjxxBsSHrdffWCngFe7o3kou3uds9qBL3Jnrhdr_24AZx2vEJc7lA9Wc_1fbPVUHJROP05C/s320/_MG_1682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947499118614290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We were less than an hour away from Door County, so on Saturday, I decided to drive up to Whitefish Dunes State Park to photograph it's spectacular rocky shoreline</span>-- <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">really quite unusual for Lake Michigan. I had no idea this kind of scenery could be found so close to home.<br /><br />Thanks to Jeremy from the T@B forum for tipping me off to this great park!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WFPIXTK3b5LnR-8nCfWvD1VpiM-iK0NDJECrbXMB5a8nuWBGSWxco0EFz8L27Vv_6BCv8_kCD8sP6jeve0lYnh2oGWTUEinve6AwsHvCjSw2oPIQW9kbvJpIiGG7trUUsV1ZXYusm0i9/s1600-h/_MG_1692.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WFPIXTK3b5LnR-8nCfWvD1VpiM-iK0NDJECrbXMB5a8nuWBGSWxco0EFz8L27Vv_6BCv8_kCD8sP6jeve0lYnh2oGWTUEinve6AwsHvCjSw2oPIQW9kbvJpIiGG7trUUsV1ZXYusm0i9/s320/_MG_1692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227947498700882562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyjoLoLfQfAsIRTd-SlB9YTS714FFH_sypMdnKX1haDGQZ5RGSjq2kRIOZFfrmagAmQfKpqchjdcLMr_casp3grgYO3aXZLVr_4Fh8rs9NZSZAfJZQftd1AHS8klPdZwHEv7JbEuOlWz-/s1600-h/_MG_1697.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6C-A8ZlXjn68kXpzGqEjuiCzYOwajQrsi6JH1TKJO3VZ9mwsrLJyJwvtZp6L5P6ggYuxmGLCRQeQq1Sv-57XBNYOU2kxdwgGo8LYAVeOJ_Sqt-S2TXKfMiaxFhj5k1un-sowUa-w-RR3/s320/_MG_1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227948060738005554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibygj8_mczcxKekiqeGFHYJ5i8SdDoqeYG10a6EpzMayQ226gcf6BEbK99FH2UetTH5QChTlesDq-vqSkhY-bfaWM8uEVakv4dGW9hJsMK4kt3Nxz0rV1UOHZbmVEsRefGWXV262dcpGgQ/s1600-h/_MG_1737.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibygj8_mczcxKekiqeGFHYJ5i8SdDoqeYG10a6EpzMayQ226gcf6BEbK99FH2UetTH5QChTlesDq-vqSkhY-bfaWM8uEVakv4dGW9hJsMK4kt3Nxz0rV1UOHZbmVEsRefGWXV262dcpGgQ/s320/_MG_1737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227948059911943650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPclcoAmpvVq2AZXLi9G-u1McxZf3ElIVOKoOT6T-wt5hgrXefqkZH-Y1c3EYCf6dqwMBkwlwlNND9xZ_zAIS8tlI-r_q45bpvStvfYQ-_9WExjb4sgnBdfontahH6Q9oiiYBemQRSTgg-/s1600-h/_MG_1736.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPclcoAmpvVq2AZXLi9G-u1McxZf3ElIVOKoOT6T-wt5hgrXefqkZH-Y1c3EYCf6dqwMBkwlwlNND9xZ_zAIS8tlI-r_q45bpvStvfYQ-_9WExjb4sgnBdfontahH6Q9oiiYBemQRSTgg-/s320/_MG_1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227948061423463586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708597998353994121.post-38522246927692715282008-07-21T10:55:00.000-05:002008-07-28T22:45:53.827-05:00Lake Michigan camping - Part 1<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been having nice luck lately in getting weekend camping reservations at some popular parks just a few days in advance (most likely, these were sites that had been reserved months ago but now being canceled at the last minute).<br /><br />My first reservation bonanza was a weekend electric site at Ludington State Park along the western shore of Lake Michigan.<br /><br />Western Michigan is an absolute delight in the summertime-- the lake is warm, miles of sandy beaches, great sunsets, and friendly small towns. Ludington is a vibrant small town with lots of downtown activity (thanks to the SS Badger car ferry that makes several trips a day over to Manitowac, Wisconsin) and a pretty park along the shoreline looking out onto a lighthouse (unfortunately, no sunset this night, so I took a shot of what little I could get!)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqTDH4vR1d7nL1t2bIdVa4tRM3VCOAhFeL88YAzB3CDa0p55lW5gH9gRNqQ8xELQidjzl6n9TBywA42nwtfvdLTX7FZVhdPYGpuWtslNf-tOgyPL1Uw1CIij4CejYwsuqbun0XdyH74Pn/s1600-h/IMG_1408.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqTDH4vR1d7nL1t2bIdVa4tRM3VCOAhFeL88YAzB3CDa0p55lW5gH9gRNqQ8xELQidjzl6n9TBywA42nwtfvdLTX7FZVhdPYGpuWtslNf-tOgyPL1Uw1CIij4CejYwsuqbun0XdyH74Pn/s320/IMG_1408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227943251722686322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The state park is really nice with miles of sandy beaches, dunes, and hiking trails through forests, </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">a 1-mile river section between the lake and the beach for peacefully floats, and </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">a large lake with a canoe trail. I was eager to try out my new solo canoe, so opted to do the canoe trail one day. These were a few views from the water:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3Wy9bWG7ydGCiPKzdJMkFs6vaKhRUxGojt0ulscz3QqoIDraSxWgQB1JAE7GFyo8b7odYSmDkn4kiDS99bsonpzrx1tzwBOr5XC-hcNulcINBQKrWKzNsoVM9ypPu2JQkNx9bW79leAu/s1600-h/IMG_1412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3Wy9bWG7ydGCiPKzdJMkFs6vaKhRUxGojt0ulscz3QqoIDraSxWgQB1JAE7GFyo8b7odYSmDkn4kiDS99bsonpzrx1tzwBOr5XC-hcNulcINBQKrWKzNsoVM9ypPu2JQkNx9bW79leAu/s320/IMG_1412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227943256927436434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy_GBlBFYjwwGG95armO1pgjxBAo3txi3eWFmmpSmaZLM89PT_esGvNgwMtXlEWVOXStql9n7h0jYyKlT9OIzmLPYLP8boIK3V4qkjMyQL8I96sxw5MffJs9mgOZsxSOWWG9VQMldVvUW/s1600-h/IMG_1414.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy_GBlBFYjwwGG95armO1pgjxBAo3txi3eWFmmpSmaZLM89PT_esGvNgwMtXlEWVOXStql9n7h0jYyKlT9OIzmLPYLP8boIK3V4qkjMyQL8I96sxw5MffJs9mgOZsxSOWWG9VQMldVvUW/s320/IMG_1414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227943258530475250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxejlq2RZE6NTUFRfn0o7PI9JQtUXrYJUcgzJJAw-tRA0ChahBm2nMfSj7Q1VpgBmSnG-R0XFxk3IsWFNdUf3gY-EBYRSkUY-Y5kjdCYO6A95TBR0-iEwAhCp-34YBWRam5aLSZRoV0E4/s1600-h/IMG_1420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxejlq2RZE6NTUFRfn0o7PI9JQtUXrYJUcgzJJAw-tRA0ChahBm2nMfSj7Q1VpgBmSnG-R0XFxk3IsWFNdUf3gY-EBYRSkUY-Y5kjdCYO6A95TBR0-iEwAhCp-34YBWRam5aLSZRoV0E4/s320/IMG_1420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227943260920328914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">While it was a great park for me, Millie was not too thrilled with Michigan. Most of their shoreline is off limits to dogs. I was able to find one dog beach, however, at the Lake Michigan National Recreation Area just north of the state park. Millie had a blast at this long sandy beach, and climbing up and over the large sand dune to get there!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span>Lynne (WinnieViews)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043666828785051719noreply@blogger.com0