John & Anne Wiley

2011/05/21

Montreal On A Bike

Filed under: Happiness,Has Photos,MeriTimes Adventure,People,Random — John @ 05:18

We slept fairly well last night in Hotel De Paris near downtown, partly due to exercise. We’d walked quite a distance from the first place we tried because they only had rooms with very small beds. Just as we felt completely done in, we climbed the stairs on the right (green domed building) carrying our relatively heavier than usual luggage filled with food and other extras imagined to be useful in Montreal.

0415 Stairs

0415 Stairs

We then carried it back down, across the street to where this was snapped, and up a similar set of stairs followed by two more flights up to our room. Luckily our feet grew back overnight.

This morning after a tasty continental breakfast with scrambled egg supplement, that of course began with a kick of French roast coffee, we rode. This is the home of the bikeshare concept we enjoyed in DC, and it’s crazy. There are racks of bikes every two blocks in many parts of downtown, like this one near the river where we made one of our swaps.

0513 Bikes Aplenty

0513 Bikes Aplenty

The system is great, in that with careful attention to detail and time you can ride for 24 hours on $5 rental. To do that though, your schedule runs in 25 minute increments with frequent bike return stops at different racks where you wait two minutes before taking a bike again. In this hopscotch manner we rode many miles over a long day in a city with many bike parking posts and dedicated bike lanes.

0514 Bike Lane

0514 Bike Lane

We rode down to the river and along it, but decided against climbing up to the bridge for a ride in the amusement park and other attractions on the island at the right.

0523 Bridge To Island

0523 Bridge To Island

Among other attractions was a ride through Chinatown, and several streets where cars have been banished. We often had the feeling of visiting yet another country because different neighborhoods of Montreal so often feel like France or Toronto or New York.

0528 Strolling Streets

0528 Strolling Streets

Art of course abounds, and near the contemporary museum is a wonderful dynamic fountain that attracts tourists and locals alike, with a seating area where people enjoy lunch while watching kids of all ages interact with the dancing water. The height of each jet varies, often in rhythm and sometimes in spurts that leave clumps of water hanging briefly in patterns as they pause in mid-air.

0562 Fountain Fun

0562 Fountain Fun

We rode around the campus of McGill University, enjoying yet another culture and mood as we looked at the mixture of architecture.

0575 McGill

0575 McGill

Then we checked in the bikes for a longer period as we climbed slopes and stairs to the summit of Mont Real. We started to feel sorry for our poor feet again until we saw people of all ages, many older than we, going quickly up and down the stairs for exercise. We forgot about feet completely when the view began to emerge from the trees nearing the top.

0600 Flying Lower

0600 Flying Lower

This is lower than we can fly of course, so although what we see on every flight is much more spectacular in many ways this was a welcome change of perspective. There are many trails at the top, and as sunset deepened several very helpful people pointed us to the best ways home so we could relax occasionally and take in the changing colors.

0606 Stadium Sunset

0606 Stadium Sunset

I think the angled post you see is holding up a large stadium roof. It was nearly dark as we descended back into the trees, but this last glimpse of the skyline reminded us of Paris. The rotating beacon atop a tall building looks so much like the one atop Tour Eiffel.

0617 Warm Night

0617 Warm Night

Because it started cool in the morning and storms were forecast, we carried jackets all day but never needed them. This included our return to the hotel tonight on another pair of bikes from a rack at the bottom of the hill. After that long ride, dropping them at the first rack we visited this morning a block from the hotel, we walked slowly to the hotel and up those last daunting stairs. Happy tired. 🙂

2011/05/20

World Away

We spent a lot of time looking at weather this morning, and even into mid-afternoon, and finally decided to fly around the top of Maine into Quebec. That route both avoids the hassle with U.S. Customs and puts us near roads as an extra safety measure. We had a list of airports where we could stop if weather didn’t cooperate, starting in New Brunswick and extending South along the St. Lawrence. After ensuring that Tripp had plenty of fuel for any contingency we took off. We started off quite high, to stay above several layers of broken clouds while gaining some speed and fuel economy (it’s quite expensive most places in Canada).

0378 Nearing Maine Border

0378 Nearing Maine Border

I was a little surprised that we got clear to the northern tip of Maine with relatively clear skies. Just enough fluffy little wispy stuffed animal shapes to add dimension and interest to the slightly hazy terrain unfolding below. Several places we’ve flown in North America have a place named Great Falls, but most have been tamed with dams and reduced flow rates. The one in NB seems to me really lives up to the name.

0382 Great Falls, NB

0382 Great Falls, NB

I like it when farmers get creative with their crops, and this enigmatic expression seems intended for people flying small planes into Canada.

0388 Greeting?

0388 Greeting?

After clearing Maine while dodging areas of thicker clouds and even light rain we turned more southerly along the St. Lawrence where even more storms tried to block our way. With help from ATC, good luck, and planning we managed to detour slightly and keep going while well clear of clouds. Imagine our excitement and surprise when the skies cleared nearing Quebec City!

0391 Quebec City Margin

0391 Quebec City Margin

This was one of the places in Quebec I’d hoped to see, so I was glad to find it clear. We thought about stopping, but my uninformed image of a quiet town with maple trees and erudite farmers gave way to the reality of a sprawling industrial city. The air was now getting progressively more smoky, but we were also flying ever lower so we still got good views when to our delight the suburbs of Montreal came into view.

0396 Bon Burbs

0396 Bon Burbs

We chose the ‘burb of Ste. Hubert for Tripp’s airport, and as we turned to land I snapped this hazy photo into the sun that still for me conveys some of the magic. The downtown core is nestled in the shadow of the hill across the river, and we rode a cab across the bridge that crosses the small island where there are many amusements we can explore tomorrow.

0405 Montreal Setting

0405 Montreal Setting

It’s still amazing to me how far we can easily go in a few hours’ flying!  Completely different worlds so near by air. Even many pilots don’t seem to experience this. At the airport this evening a flight instructor expressed surprise that we had been in Moncton, NB this morning. Several have treated us to wide-eyed surprise when they learn we’ve flown here from California. If we stay here for a few nights, maybe our own minds can make the adjustment to being in the thriving heart of a province that carries itself like an independent nation a world away from Moncton and the other worlds we’ve visited since leaving peaceful PEI.

2011/05/19

Different

Today was different. When we woke it looked very much the same: fuzzy low clouds. But it did seem brighter. We had coffee and thought dark thoughts about another week waiting for the crazy weather to lighten up a little. Then I looked at the aviation weather.

“This is different,” I mused aloud. Checking a few dozen different pages and contemplating their collective meaning, we suddenly went from slow coffee to high caffeine mode. Rush to pack, car to the rental agent, ride to the airport, check weather again, notice sun starting to poke through, full breakfast for Tripp, pay the airport guy, and UP!! This is different!

0187 Complete Windmills

0187 Complete Windmills

We’re not looking up at windmills with a blade missing in the fuzz, we’re looking down at crisp and complete machines and feeling the power. Different is Good. The bay looks marvelous from this new perspective, with light and color!

0211 Silt 'Shroom

0211 Silt 'Shroom

The silt looks like a giant mushroom towering over the water. We see cliffs and other features we missed from our drives.

0215 Red PEI Cliffs

0215 Red PEI Cliffs

With the sky opening just in front of us, we managed to fly clear across PEI and then even made it to Nova Scotia. With half a dozen options in mind, we dared not hope to not only reach the top of Cape Breton Island, NS but have clear enough skies to try for Newfoundland after so many un-flyable days and more in the forecast. No way we can climb to 12,500′ without encountering clouds, in order to make the long water crossing in days like we’ve been having. Today was different.

0227 Leaving CBI, NS for NF

0227 Leaving CBI, NS for NF

We tried not to talk about it. When we used to frequently drive thru LA, the moment one of us commented on less traffic than usual, the entire freeway would become a parking lot. But by the time I snapped the pic above, we could already see Newfoundland completely clear. We sailed past tiny St. Paul Island and enjoyed the “wake” it was leaving in the fog blowing past it, creating the impression of a giant claw.

0233 Fog Claw

0233 Fog Claw

From 12,500′ the Newfoundland coast looked just like so much of the other terrain we’ve seen, but when we descended to land at tiny St. Andrews the crystal clear water was far more breathtaking than this photo conveys.

0269 Newfoundland Coast

0269 Newfoundland Coast

The nearby hills were still capped with patches of snow, and the whole scene was simply glorious.

0279 Sand to Snow

0279 Sand to Snow

Anne and Tripp looked even happier and more beautiful than usual at the spartan little airport.

0286 Loves in Far Lands

0286 Loves in Far Lands

We talked about whether to stay, and were tempted but decided to stay on the path opened before us and begin our long journey home from the biggest flying adventure we might ever take. We made it all the way across Nova Scotia, and decided to take full advantage of the break in weather to get further before sunset. Even though we’d flown over much of Nova Scotia we just had to land for a closer look, so we chose Trenton, NS. As if to confirm the wisdom of our choice, two kids on bikes waved as we flew over them landing. After walking around the airport where everything was already closed for the night, we taxied out to the edge of the runway for this look down into the city’s edge.

0366 Trenton, NS

0366 Trenton, NS

After takeoff I noticed the kids had made the long ride around the field to where we had just been, arriving just as we departed. Wish we’d known they were coming, so we could have waited to chat and fuel their obvious interest in flying. Still, that would have delayed our arrival in Moncton, NB where the “red sky at night” gave us some hope of a departure tomorrow.

0448 Aviator's Delight (red sky)

0448 Aviator's Delight (red sky)

Yesterday we drove a few miles in the rain after several days on the same small island. Today we toured hundreds of miles over some of the most magnificent scenery in North America, and had our feet (and wheels) on every one of the Canadian Maritime Provinces. Today was different.

2011/05/18

Misty Meander

We bucked up our courage and left the cozy B&B after one last tasty breakfast, and since the weather is still too fuzzy for flying we took another long drive across the island. This time picking up near where we left off at the Green Gables (every time I type that it gets the old TV show tune for Green Acres playing in my head somehow) house in Cavendish. Turns out there are at least three L.M.M. houses and all seem to boast green trim of some kind. Our first today was her birth house, where we met a couple celebrating their anniversary. “Nice way to celebrate,” said Anne. “For her,” said I.

0140 Dedicated Hubby

0140 Dedicated Hubby

You may already know I’m a sucker for such stuff, and I confess to having misted up a bit watching the brief intro movie at the official Canadian Government approved Gables house we visited a few days ago. So though I offered the snide quip that Anne and the woman laughed at (the man wisely remained stoically silent), it was I who had brought us here on the drive. Nice that it also earned me major brownie points with the missus. 🙂

0142 Lobster Dinghy

0142 Lobster Dinghy

Across the street was this well-used little boat that has put food on the table when the tourists are scarce in Winter. Driving further West along the North coast, we paused to admire the ground fog that gave everything such a mystical quality as it silently wafted up from the plowed fields trying to rejoin the mists hanging a few hundred feet above.

0146 Misty Fields

0146 Misty Fields

A little further along we came to Silver Bush, a home much loved by the Gables gal.

0148 Silver Bush

0148 Silver Bush

The elderly man mowing the massive lawn on his trusty ride mower motioned us toward the house as if he thought didn’t know it was public (small fee), and his elderly dog grumbled and shared his singing bark as if he yearned for the tourist-free Winter months and lamented coming Summer crowds. Both they and the grandmotherly woman at the counter inside were friendly though, and we enjoyed browsing the gift shop for a few minutes. We then drove along the eastern shores of the massive Malpeque Bay, pausing occasionally to admire the views.

0153 Malpeque Bay

0153 Malpeque Bay

Now I don’t want to say it gets too windy on PEI, but this sight on a grassy knoll facing the bay seems to tell a story in how far it is from the spiffy foundation.

0155 Blown Away

0155 Blown Away

There were plenty of beautiful old homes too, weathered and silent, holding generations of memories.

0162 Past Lives

0162 Past Lives

Who stood in that window? What were they looking at, and who was in their thoughts and feelings?

0163 Reflective Window

0163 Reflective Window

Anne caught this snap I like, of a colorful little fishing village on one of the inlets in the quiet bay. The lives and stories are still thriving there, spilling warm laughter and music into the chilly edges of the ancient silence.

0335 Fishing Village

0335 Fishing Village

She also got this snap of me with the very helpful Donna in a hardware store. She’d helped us find and affix some double-sided tape to hold the gel insole of Anne’s shoe that had been rolling up beneath her heel.

0343 Delightful Donna

0343 Delightful Donna

Such a delightful woman, you know that Winters here are fun for everyone in the little communities as they gather in the dark snowy nights. We had already paused in nearby Indian River passing the striking St. Mary’s Church, to snap some pix for you.

0165 St. Mary's

0165 St. Mary's

I wonder what the stories are behind the ring of old guys whose likenesses are carved on the statues decorating the tall spire.

0166 Men in High Places

0166 Men in High Places

As we checked in, at the near edge of a large open field outside our new motel in Summerside we spotted a pair of foxes playing tag around a small tree.

0167 Fox Tag

0167 Fox Tag

They were so full of life and fun we watched for several minutes until they finally bounded off toward their den near the bay where they dig for oysters.

0170 Patient Ambush

0170 Patient Ambush

Thanks to gMaps on our phone we found a fun little local fish & chips place on a side road at the edge of town that’s popular with locals but we saw nary another tourist. The owner’s daughter has a guitar sitting on a stand, so I asked if there would be music. “No, someone was trying to teach me to play,” she replied. This was all the encouragement needed to get me playing and singing with Anne and the guy at the left and teaching her the three chords of G major. If we ever come back, I hope to hear her doing rousing renditions of Johnny Cash songs mixed with her creations.

0350 Fish, Chips & Music

0350 Fish, Chips & Music

Back at the motel Anne begged until I agreed to walk out in the cold dusk where the foxes had gone. I confess it was fun, and I’m glad she wanted to turn back when we ensured there was no dry trail through the tall wet grass.

0173 Nightfall at Fox Den

0173 Nightfall at Fox Den

In addition to Anne’s happiness and the bracing air, I was treated to a photo op using my flash to accent the young trees reaching for warmth so they can finally explode with leaves. Their bare limbs lit against the distant nightfall somehow evoke the tantalizing nearness of the Spring we had hoped for during our time here.

0176 Anticipation of Spring

0176 Anticipation of Spring

There’s a fair chance we’ll finally be able to fly tomorrow. Maybe to Newfoundland, probably at least to Nova Scotia, and maybe just a retreat back to Maine or Vermont.

2011/05/16

Flying (or not)

Rain. Misty, dribbly, drizzly, intermixed with bigger lumpy drops of inexorable and interminable wetness.

0131 Island Puddle

0131 Island Puddle

So we’re In today, enjoying some hard-core R&R. We watched the old movie “Local Hero” this morning, probably the fourth time for me and the first for Anne because she slept through the other three. Perfect slow, quirky and inward movie for today somehow. First TV we’ve watched in quite a while, and the 20″ screen 12′ across the room is quite a contrast to our screen at home. After snapping the puddle above, I realized it reminds me of the land form shapes hereabouts (looking at lots of gEarth, gMaps, satellite weather, aeronautical charts and radar rain images today). Anyway, here’s the puddle in context, at the bottom of this pic out our window.

0133 Backyard Wetland

0133 Backyard Wetland

Though it’s raining more than yesterday, paradoxically the clouds are higher. Translation: we could fly today, but we don’t want to. The forecasts have consistently promised better weather in 4-5 days, for the last 4-5 days, but this time several different forecasts are showing more promise for tomorrow and Wednesday so we’ll probably move our official Primary Base of Operations back to Summerside (name still makes us smile) to be ready for any real break. Getting to Newfoundland demands clearer skies. If the forecast taunt of clear skies moves further into the future again, we might just sacrifice my dream of Newfoundland on the altar of reality and fly back to Maine below the clouds with probably a stop in Nova Scotia as we could have on several recent days. Having heard many intriguing stories about Newfies, I’d really like to go there even for a brief stop to find out what makes them so different (not fully part of Canada, half-hour different time zone, “friendly folk with a powerful independent streak,” etc…).

Meanwhile I snapped a wet bird flitting down from a tree across the yard, and felt glad not to be flying.

0134 Wet Bird Descending

0134 Wet Bird Descending

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