We were driving through Tennessee earlier in the trip. Various signs for Davy Crockett. He was born on a mountaintop in Tennessee as I recall. Raised in the woods till he knew every tree. Kilt him a b’ar when he was only three… I’d like to pause here and take a poll. Is there anyone out there who does *not* have the Davy Crockett song running through their head now? Not to worry. I can make it stop. Shift your attention to our plight a little later in our trip; driving New York and New Jersey tollways. They collect the tolls *after* you’ve driven through a section. Imagine poor Charlie and his experience with the MTA in Boston. When he got there the conductor told him one more nickel, Charlie couldn’t get off of that train. But did he ever return….. You can thank me later. So after we spend a few weeks in Maine, the conversations I hear in my head are all sounding like episodes of Murder She Wrote. Pure Maine dialect. Now that we’ve been hanging with Barb and Henry, our Germadian friends, for a week, the voices in my head are speaking to me with a heavy German accent. When we left on this trip, it seemed funny to pack jackets, but we did. Now we’ve been wearing them every day. (Say that to yourself like Arnold Schwarzenegger; with his accent.) It might be time to head south.
FW: MacGregor Point Provincial Park
Please forgive the duplication, but some didn't get this report…
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Wednesday, September 04, 2013 10:09 PM
To: Bill Taylor (Bill Taylor); David Taylor (David Taylor); Tom Taylor (Tom
Taylor)
Subject: MacGregor Point Provincial Park
We went camping with Barb and Henry. Now, camping for us doesn't mean
sleeping on the ground. We still take the motorhome, but camping means we
only have electric service. No other hookups. Not only that, it is only 30
amp service. Primitive.
…and television. We're in the forest. I punched the button to put the
dish up just for a lark. It found the satellite. Now we can watch the
Bronco's first game of the season tomorrow night. Cool.
…and internet. Henry brought his internet card and I can see the signal
from here. We're still in touch with the office.
So here we are, MacGregor Point Provincial Park.
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Two motorhomes. Two sites. A pull-in. A back-in. Shared space.
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A good place to walk, in spite of the brake for snakes sign.
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Plenty of trails; this one through the wetlands.
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Sitting around the campfire as it got dark, we saw a brilliant sunset
through the trees. There is a lake over there. Lake Huron. Maybe we can
take a trail to it tomorrow night and watch the show.
Firewood
I could see the knot at one end, but the piece was a little big. It should be split in spite of the knot. I hammered my hatchet into it until it couldn’t get it any further. I couldn’t get the hatchet out either. Henry to the rescue. He had a hatchet too. We hammered it in to continue the split until his hatchet was also stuck. Now we had a piece of firewood that was a little too big with two hatchets stuck in it. We might have to throw it in the fire like that and burn the hatchets loose. Reconsider. Hammer wedges of wood into the piece of firewood until we could at least get the hatchets out. Both hatchets out, two wedges of wood in. Stuck.
We declared victory and threw the piece of wood and wedges into the fire.
We declared victory and threw the piece of wood and wedges into the fire. MacGregor Point Provincial Park
We went camping with Barb and Henry. Now, camping for us doesn't mean
sleeping on the ground. We still take the motorhome, but camping means we
only have electric service. No other hookups. Not only that, it is only 30
amp service. Primitive.
…and television. We're in the forest. I punched the button to put the
dish up just for a lark. It found the satellite. Now we can watch the
Bronco's first game of the season tomorrow night. Cool.
…and internet. Henry brought his internet card and I can see the signal
from here. We're still in touch with the office.
So here we are, MacGregor Point Provincial Park.
https://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msid=201563872774147443355.0004e02f0c80f1461
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macgregor point provincial park1216 (10)
Two motorhomes. Two sites. A pull-in. A back-in. Shared space.
macgregor point provincial park1216 (5)
A good place to walk, in spite of the brake for snakes sign.
macgregor point provincial park1216 (1)
Plenty of trails; this one through the wetlands.
macgregor point provincial park1244 (1)
Sitting around the campfire as it got dark, we saw a brilliant sunset
through the trees. There is a lake over there. Lake Huron. Maybe we can
take a trail to it tomorrow night and watch the show.
Sunset
Barb and Henry’s house is a few blocks from the lake. Lake Huron. Lake Huron looks like an ocean. With a little bit of wind and some serious fetch, Lake Huron looks a Lot like an ocean. It’s a Cottage neighborhood. Barb and Henry’s house is not a “Summer Cottage”, but a lot of the houses in the neighborhood are. It’s a very nice neighborhood. Nice and quiet during the week too. Each day involves a walk to the beach. Today, we walk down to a neighbor’s house for sunset. They have a little observation deck, just right for such occasions.
I think I heard it sizzle right there at the end.
I think I heard it sizzle right there at the end.