On completion of this journey we all hugged and thanked God. Since it was a nice shady spot we decided to have our lunch there. Ed wanted to see the Owen Sound so I directed him there. We had stopped there for information earlier. Then we hit the road heading south for the first time in over five weeks. It was a bright beautiful sunny day for traveling but on the cool side, 49 degrees.
Later Ed pulled into an A & W and to celebrate we all had Root Beer Floats. Miriam and I have not been in an A&W for perhaps forty years. We are all in a celebrative mood.
Much further south in the town of Caledonia we stopped at a nice little restaurant and had dinner. Earlier we had agreed that whenever we eat out we each pay our own. The Longeneckers insisted on paying ours this time as a thank you. Who should be thanking who? We are so blest to have had this opportunity to see so much more of God’s great universe and be with these two dear people. They insisted. Thanks Ed & Rhoda.
About eight we arrived at Maurice & Arlene Mellinger Yager’s lovely home near SelKirk, Ontario, about a mile from Lake Erie. It is a cold rainy evening but no match for the warmth of their friendship. Maurice helped us hook up the electric and then we had a lovely evening together. Yes, there were a lot of biking stories and laughs. Tired, we all hit the sack about 10:30. They offered us their beds but we all chose to stay in our MH beds again. There we have all our clothes etc.
Sunday 20. We were up at 6:45 to another cold, damp drizzly morning. We piled on the covers during the night. Arlene Had a delicious breakfast of more than any of us should have eaten.
We went with them to their little church, Rainham Mennonite. We made up 27 persons. It is one of the oldest congregations in Ontario but having a hard time. The farms grow larger and the population decreases and there have been struggles. It was a warm fellowship and the pastor had a good message.
During the announcement time before worship they had us sing our famous “I Owe The Lord A Morning Song.” I think we did it better this time than ever.
For Sunday school they had asked Ed and Rhoda and us to share our learnings from the bike trip. There was good interaction and interest with the 8-10 persons including the pastor.
For lunch the Yagers drove us through and by a lot of points of interest and finally to Port Dover some thirty miles west to a very nice restaurant where they treated, another part of the celebration. We and the Longeneckers agreed that there would be no better place for a celebration than with the Yagers. They know how to party.
On the way back we went past a huge power plant on Lake Erie where many freighter loads of coal daily arrive from Astubula, Ohio. We went through there about a week ago and saw many rail cars of coal and huge piles of coal. We did not know if the coal was coming in or going out.
Maurice took us to the farms he and his sons farm and also showed us the Maple Syrup operation his son Allen has. It is huge. We received delicious samples.
Back home Arlene showed her flower gardens. She is a master gardener and then some. I chatted with Maurice.
After a delicious snack and chatter catching up on old times we watched the DVD of Ed’s farewell Service at Landis Homes. What a joy it was, with a lot of good laughs. It was a cool rainy day and we went to bed about 10:30.
Monday 21. We were awake at our usual six. Again Arlene had a great breakfast of baked oatmeal with all the trimmings.
We got off at eight as planned on a beautiful sunny morning. Too bad it was not nice like that yesterday for Arlene to share her garden.
In about an hour and 15 minutes we crossed the Peace Bridge back into the USA again. US Customs only asked Ed a couple questions. We are not certain if they even saw Miriam or I. That was very smooth and we would not have needed out birth certificates. They did not even ask for our driver photo ID’s which we all had ready.
It was a beautiful day for traveling with the temperature staying in the high forties until we crossed the mountain south of Williamsport, then it began to warm up. The hills of New York State and northern Pennsylvania were so beautiful. Ed did need to stop at a DQ, a favorite that is hard for him to pass, especially when on the bike.
We pulled into Landis Homes at 5:10 and began sorting things out to unload. There were Azaleas, Rhododendren and other flowers booming which Ed and Rhoda walked around to see.
Again we warmly hugged and kissed goodbye. While it is nice to be home it was sad to see the motor home drive away. It had been our home for 40 days and 39 nights of a lot of fun and joy. How blest we have been to be allowed to have shared in the journey of these two delightful and faithful Christian friends.
While Miriam and I did nothing but sit and watch the scenery go by today we are more tired than we have been for a number of nights. It is a bit of a downer too for it all to have come to an end. But that is life. Ed and Rhoda agreed with us that Landis Homes is a beautiful place. We hope that some of these years they will be able to join us here.
Rhoda calculated that twelve nights we were not in campgrounds. Many time we parked in shopping mall parking lots. Other times we were at friends. Meeting people along the way was certainly one of the highlights.
What a big job it now is to go through the mail of the past 5 ½ weeks. It will take several days. Tomorrow we will need to go to Oregon Dairy to replenish our depleted food supply. We should have our own nice hot shower and be in bed by ten.
If I get the time and have the ambition I may try to do a summary of the trip.
Beginning mid June we are making a 5-6 week trip to the West Coast to attend Mennonite General Assembly and see the sights along the way. I may pick it up then. We’ll see.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Bikered
Friday 18. While we were cozy under two thick quilts, as expected it was very cold this morning. Frost was forecast for some areas. Where we were parked yesterday the corn was up about two inches. I wonder how it fared.
It was another good hot oatmeal morning, our frequently used morning hymn (I owe The Lord…) Bible Reading, Rejoice and prayer. Repeatedly we thank God for his preserving us both as we travel the highways – MH – and byways – Bicycle. We pray to be kept safe or given the strength to face the difficulties that could happen. God doesn’t owe us anything. So we just thank him for safety each day. We also lift our children and grandchildren to him and friends we know who are hurting.
E&R got themselves all ready to go and then we drove them back near to where we picked them up in a parking space at a little row mall. They got their horse out of the stall, oiled it up, etc. An employee came and chatted. He was quite a talker. He has been to Gettysburg a number of times and even though Canadian is a Civil War Buff. He also talked about Old Order Amish near by. That confirmed that I thought I saw Amish across the parking lot last evening where we were parked. E&R were on the road by 8:30.
At the parking lot where we parked last night there was several strong WiFi’s but all locked. Here at this little shopping lot there must have been ten and several were unlocked so I latched onto the strongest. There was a lot of email to download. I downloaded the past several days’ journeys.
We were on the road at 9:01. We had a nice easy drive today with excellent roads through lovely farm land, but except for the last ten of the 60 miles it was all up hill. That part was the same as yesterday. We would come to the crest of the hill believing that was it. There was perhaps half a mile of level road and then there was another up and up and up and up. But it was all nice straight smooth roads.
We felt so sorry for the bikers thinking they were having another tough day weaving around and up and down those hills.
However, we finally came to the crest of the last hill and were we ever high. It was a beautiful sight across the miles and in the distance was the Georgia Bay. Then it was a nice gentle down hill ride into the quaint and lovely Bay front town of Collingwood – 15,000. Orangeville where we were last night was close to 30,000.
The Provincial Park of Craigleith was about seven miles west of Collingwood immediately along our route right on the Georgian Bay. We arrived here at 11:30 and soon got our site and five loonies and two quarters for our five dollar bill.
We went for showers and to do the laundry. The showers shot out over our dressing area. Then we walked back and forth numerous times trying to locate the laundry. Finally we needed to ask because we did not have the camp map with us. Small wonder we could not find it. It was quite a walk, way out at the opposite end of this long narrow campground. After we had the laundry started – one Looney and three quarters – we sat by the bay. Later we discovered that the showers by the laundry were a great improvement over what we had used. They had a button to push and soon there was a nice warm shower – no temperature control – and the button was pushed again to stop it. And the water did not shoot all over the dressing area.
Back at the MH I made lunch while Miriam put away the wash. After that we sacked out until 3:30.
Miriam asked, “What time do you think E&R will arrive today?” I said it seemed like a day equally as hard as yesterday, certainly not before 4:30 and perhaps 5:30 or six. Half an hour later at four they came rolling in all smiles, “We had a wonderful day, nothing like yesterday.” There was one bummer, a construction area where Ed just wheeled the bike through the mud for quite a distance while Rhoda followed. Yes, he weather was cool, but otherwise wonderful, bright and sunny, just great for biking.
For a first, E&R headed off for the showers and laundry we suggested – on their bike. It made good photos with the laundry mounted on the back instead of the regular bike gear.
We soon had a supper of tasty chicken breast, mixed vegetables, baked potato, cake with Jello & pineapple. We tried to finish a few leftovers.
Ed & Rhoda talked about their day. The roads were confusing and once they needed to walk the bike quite a distance through mud and then grass around a construction site. It is tough for bicycles when there is a construction project. What is not far out around for a car can be a looooong way for a bike. The met some interesting persons
We worked out our final meeting place. That sounds so sad. It will be in Harrison Park in Owen Sound.
And then, yes, likely the last night of Rummikub together. Miriam won two, a Longenecker had one and unbelievable I won a game. Miriam was declared the champion of this tour having won more games than anyone else. It was about 10:30 when we hung it up and went to bed.
Saturday 19. I was awake at five but stayed in bed until E&R got up at six. It was 7:45 until they pulled out and we took photos of the final departure. We left camp at nine after doing a more thorough cleanup of the house, filling the water tank and dumping the sewer.
We had a nice drive to Ownen Sound much of it along the bay. It is a beautiful morning with the temperatures in the high 40’s but bright warm sun.
In Owen Sound we found the tourist information office and the nice young man told us how with a nice map to get to our meeting place. We also purchased post cards and stamps to sent to each of our kids. He also told us how to get to the post office.
We arrived at the meeting place at eleven an 15 minutes later Ed and Rhoda arrived with shouts of joy. We joined them for joyous photos, the conclusion of a wonderful and safe 2100 mile journey. Thank you Lord Jesus.
It was another good hot oatmeal morning, our frequently used morning hymn (I owe The Lord…) Bible Reading, Rejoice and prayer. Repeatedly we thank God for his preserving us both as we travel the highways – MH – and byways – Bicycle. We pray to be kept safe or given the strength to face the difficulties that could happen. God doesn’t owe us anything. So we just thank him for safety each day. We also lift our children and grandchildren to him and friends we know who are hurting.
E&R got themselves all ready to go and then we drove them back near to where we picked them up in a parking space at a little row mall. They got their horse out of the stall, oiled it up, etc. An employee came and chatted. He was quite a talker. He has been to Gettysburg a number of times and even though Canadian is a Civil War Buff. He also talked about Old Order Amish near by. That confirmed that I thought I saw Amish across the parking lot last evening where we were parked. E&R were on the road by 8:30.
At the parking lot where we parked last night there was several strong WiFi’s but all locked. Here at this little shopping lot there must have been ten and several were unlocked so I latched onto the strongest. There was a lot of email to download. I downloaded the past several days’ journeys.
We were on the road at 9:01. We had a nice easy drive today with excellent roads through lovely farm land, but except for the last ten of the 60 miles it was all up hill. That part was the same as yesterday. We would come to the crest of the hill believing that was it. There was perhaps half a mile of level road and then there was another up and up and up and up. But it was all nice straight smooth roads.
We felt so sorry for the bikers thinking they were having another tough day weaving around and up and down those hills.
However, we finally came to the crest of the last hill and were we ever high. It was a beautiful sight across the miles and in the distance was the Georgia Bay. Then it was a nice gentle down hill ride into the quaint and lovely Bay front town of Collingwood – 15,000. Orangeville where we were last night was close to 30,000.
The Provincial Park of Craigleith was about seven miles west of Collingwood immediately along our route right on the Georgian Bay. We arrived here at 11:30 and soon got our site and five loonies and two quarters for our five dollar bill.
We went for showers and to do the laundry. The showers shot out over our dressing area. Then we walked back and forth numerous times trying to locate the laundry. Finally we needed to ask because we did not have the camp map with us. Small wonder we could not find it. It was quite a walk, way out at the opposite end of this long narrow campground. After we had the laundry started – one Looney and three quarters – we sat by the bay. Later we discovered that the showers by the laundry were a great improvement over what we had used. They had a button to push and soon there was a nice warm shower – no temperature control – and the button was pushed again to stop it. And the water did not shoot all over the dressing area.
Back at the MH I made lunch while Miriam put away the wash. After that we sacked out until 3:30.
Miriam asked, “What time do you think E&R will arrive today?” I said it seemed like a day equally as hard as yesterday, certainly not before 4:30 and perhaps 5:30 or six. Half an hour later at four they came rolling in all smiles, “We had a wonderful day, nothing like yesterday.” There was one bummer, a construction area where Ed just wheeled the bike through the mud for quite a distance while Rhoda followed. Yes, he weather was cool, but otherwise wonderful, bright and sunny, just great for biking.
For a first, E&R headed off for the showers and laundry we suggested – on their bike. It made good photos with the laundry mounted on the back instead of the regular bike gear.
We soon had a supper of tasty chicken breast, mixed vegetables, baked potato, cake with Jello & pineapple. We tried to finish a few leftovers.
Ed & Rhoda talked about their day. The roads were confusing and once they needed to walk the bike quite a distance through mud and then grass around a construction site. It is tough for bicycles when there is a construction project. What is not far out around for a car can be a looooong way for a bike. The met some interesting persons
We worked out our final meeting place. That sounds so sad. It will be in Harrison Park in Owen Sound.
And then, yes, likely the last night of Rummikub together. Miriam won two, a Longenecker had one and unbelievable I won a game. Miriam was declared the champion of this tour having won more games than anyone else. It was about 10:30 when we hung it up and went to bed.
Saturday 19. I was awake at five but stayed in bed until E&R got up at six. It was 7:45 until they pulled out and we took photos of the final departure. We left camp at nine after doing a more thorough cleanup of the house, filling the water tank and dumping the sewer.
We had a nice drive to Ownen Sound much of it along the bay. It is a beautiful morning with the temperatures in the high 40’s but bright warm sun.
In Owen Sound we found the tourist information office and the nice young man told us how with a nice map to get to our meeting place. We also purchased post cards and stamps to sent to each of our kids. He also told us how to get to the post office.
We arrived at the meeting place at eleven an 15 minutes later Ed and Rhoda arrived with shouts of joy. We joined them for joyous photos, the conclusion of a wonderful and safe 2100 mile journey. Thank you Lord Jesus.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Bykered
Wednesday 16. It seemed as if it rained most of the night. After a good hot oatmeal breakfast, Bible Reading, prayer, discussion, several hymns and a few senior citizen jokes the rain drops seemed scattered enough for the bikers to don their rain gear and shove off. On the TV this morning it called for showers off and on all day.
I finished journaling and then pulled up to near the office where the WiFi was quite strong. I sent and received a lot of email and published the journey.
It was about eleven when we began slowly driving across country. We went through mile after mile of vineyards. We passed an MB church and the Vineland Mennonite Church. Later we got on the QEW and finally arrived at the Ancaster street corner where we planned to meet, courtesy of the GPS.
As this is Archie & Ursula Harms home town we stopped at an auto repair shop and got their address and telephone number. We called them and they were overjoyed. They said that as soon as the plumber left they would come right over and they want us all for supper – no excuses. In about an hour after a brief nap they arrived. It is great to be so warmly welcomed. They stayed for about and hour and then went home to await our coming.
Ed and Rhoda arrived about four; put the horse in the stall and off we went for Harms home. It was only 1.2 miles and GPS directions were great. They had a nice driveway for the MH and electric and water hookups, which we hardly needed as we got our services in their house. Our four friends were delighted to meet each other and we all had a wonderful evening together. E&R showered and then we ate Ursula’s lovely beef dinner plus.
They took us to a house out in the country where a former slave family had settled. It is now a preserved historical site. Archie showed us other interesting things in the Ancaster community. Ursula stayed home and did the dishes as their little Saturn did not have room for all six.
They showed us their new B unit RoadTek MH they had just gotten from trading in their old one. It is nice and compact – almost too small. It was a nice evening to sit and conversate. A truly good time was had by all these dear friends of ours. They offered beds in the house but we chose to stay in our regular beds. It was ten when we hit the sack.
Thursday 18. It was a cold night and we should have had on the extra cover. The furnace ran a few times.
The Harms insisted that we have breakfast with them and we acquiesced. Ed cleaned up the muddy horse before breakfast and had it ready to go. They left about 7:30 as all four of us watched them go.
Archie gave us a tour of the area. He showed us the MacMaster University (huge) where he has taught in Hamilton, a large city of over 300,000 and their church, Hamilton Mennonite and other sights. Last evening we asked why Canadians make jokes about Tim Hortons. So we ended up having coffee and a bit of pastry at a nearby Tim Hortons. It is a cross between a Dunkin Donuts and a McDonalds. Archie says it is a sort of social experience.
Back at the house we soon unhooked and were on our way. We followed GPS which seemingly took us way out of the way. It seemed as if we were nearly in Toronto. Later on when we reviewed the tour, it was right.
We arrived at our meeting place in Orangeville, Ontario at 11:30, had our lunch and finished off the peanut butter. E&R need peanut butter to make a sandwich for each mid morning snack. So we went in search of a supermarket. We also got coffee. I tried to use the debit card and get cash but it would not work. They wanted to treat it as a credit card so I just used the credit card. I was hoping to get some change for the Laundromat which we then searched for fruitlessly.
Next we tried calling A Friesen couple here who are listed in the MYW directory. The number was incorrect so we let the GPS take us there. It was in a rather tight development where there did not seem to be room for a MH. We might have stayed at the curb. I knocked at the door but no one was home.
We returned to the meeting site to await the biker’s arrival. They called about four and said the hills are killers today and they may not arrive until 6:30. We assured them we would be here – no rush. They did arrive about 5:30. “We thought the hills of Kentucky were tough but this surpassed those,” Ed said. The Niagara Escarpment that Archie spoke of was repeatedly crossed and went up and up. We noticed the same thing in the MH. We thought the next hill was it and when we reached the top, there was more. All of it was farm land and straight roads. So the bikers came in beat tonight.
Ed put the horse in the stall and then we drove to the shopping mall where we were earlier today and asked permission to stay for the night. Welcome!
So we settled in for the night. Miriam made E&R’s daughter Cheryl’s Venison with Pasta plus the marble cake and Jello with pineapple that she had made earlier.
We talked some more about the tough hills. For tomorrow night we called a BIC couple in Collingwood several times who are in the MYW directory. But with several tries we assume they are away, so we nailed down the meeting site for tomorrow in a Provincial Campground.
After we had things settled for tomorrow it was popcorn and Rummikub. Miriam won 2 and Ed one. I guess we only played three. It sure has become our game for this trip. We crawled in bed at ten with double covers on what is projected to be a very cold night.
I finished journaling and then pulled up to near the office where the WiFi was quite strong. I sent and received a lot of email and published the journey.
It was about eleven when we began slowly driving across country. We went through mile after mile of vineyards. We passed an MB church and the Vineland Mennonite Church. Later we got on the QEW and finally arrived at the Ancaster street corner where we planned to meet, courtesy of the GPS.
As this is Archie & Ursula Harms home town we stopped at an auto repair shop and got their address and telephone number. We called them and they were overjoyed. They said that as soon as the plumber left they would come right over and they want us all for supper – no excuses. In about an hour after a brief nap they arrived. It is great to be so warmly welcomed. They stayed for about and hour and then went home to await our coming.
Ed and Rhoda arrived about four; put the horse in the stall and off we went for Harms home. It was only 1.2 miles and GPS directions were great. They had a nice driveway for the MH and electric and water hookups, which we hardly needed as we got our services in their house. Our four friends were delighted to meet each other and we all had a wonderful evening together. E&R showered and then we ate Ursula’s lovely beef dinner plus.
They took us to a house out in the country where a former slave family had settled. It is now a preserved historical site. Archie showed us other interesting things in the Ancaster community. Ursula stayed home and did the dishes as their little Saturn did not have room for all six.
They showed us their new B unit RoadTek MH they had just gotten from trading in their old one. It is nice and compact – almost too small. It was a nice evening to sit and conversate. A truly good time was had by all these dear friends of ours. They offered beds in the house but we chose to stay in our regular beds. It was ten when we hit the sack.
Thursday 18. It was a cold night and we should have had on the extra cover. The furnace ran a few times.
The Harms insisted that we have breakfast with them and we acquiesced. Ed cleaned up the muddy horse before breakfast and had it ready to go. They left about 7:30 as all four of us watched them go.
Archie gave us a tour of the area. He showed us the MacMaster University (huge) where he has taught in Hamilton, a large city of over 300,000 and their church, Hamilton Mennonite and other sights. Last evening we asked why Canadians make jokes about Tim Hortons. So we ended up having coffee and a bit of pastry at a nearby Tim Hortons. It is a cross between a Dunkin Donuts and a McDonalds. Archie says it is a sort of social experience.
Back at the house we soon unhooked and were on our way. We followed GPS which seemingly took us way out of the way. It seemed as if we were nearly in Toronto. Later on when we reviewed the tour, it was right.
We arrived at our meeting place in Orangeville, Ontario at 11:30, had our lunch and finished off the peanut butter. E&R need peanut butter to make a sandwich for each mid morning snack. So we went in search of a supermarket. We also got coffee. I tried to use the debit card and get cash but it would not work. They wanted to treat it as a credit card so I just used the credit card. I was hoping to get some change for the Laundromat which we then searched for fruitlessly.
Next we tried calling A Friesen couple here who are listed in the MYW directory. The number was incorrect so we let the GPS take us there. It was in a rather tight development where there did not seem to be room for a MH. We might have stayed at the curb. I knocked at the door but no one was home.
We returned to the meeting site to await the biker’s arrival. They called about four and said the hills are killers today and they may not arrive until 6:30. We assured them we would be here – no rush. They did arrive about 5:30. “We thought the hills of Kentucky were tough but this surpassed those,” Ed said. The Niagara Escarpment that Archie spoke of was repeatedly crossed and went up and up. We noticed the same thing in the MH. We thought the next hill was it and when we reached the top, there was more. All of it was farm land and straight roads. So the bikers came in beat tonight.
Ed put the horse in the stall and then we drove to the shopping mall where we were earlier today and asked permission to stay for the night. Welcome!
So we settled in for the night. Miriam made E&R’s daughter Cheryl’s Venison with Pasta plus the marble cake and Jello with pineapple that she had made earlier.
We talked some more about the tough hills. For tomorrow night we called a BIC couple in Collingwood several times who are in the MYW directory. But with several tries we assume they are away, so we nailed down the meeting site for tomorrow in a Provincial Campground.
After we had things settled for tomorrow it was popcorn and Rummikub. Miriam won 2 and Ed one. I guess we only played three. It sure has become our game for this trip. We crawled in bed at ten with double covers on what is projected to be a very cold night.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Bykered
Here are some more notes about Sunday Morning; For the offering two ushers stood at the front and everyone filed by, put in their gifts. Later at a sort of invitation near the close of the message a young mother, who appeared Hispanic, came forward. The pastor came down and met her. He announced that she wants to become part of the church. Everyone was invited to come forward and welcome here. Both this and the offering took quite a while as nearly the entire congregation of about 200 came by.
Near the beginning of the pastor’s message somebody’s cell phone began ringing and all heads turned our direction. Ed had a difficult time getting it out of his pocket. The pastor very humorously said he hoped it was a call from God. All laughed, even Ed. Miriam quickly placed ours on vibrate. Longenecker’s kids were calling to wish Rhoda a Happy Mother’s Day not realizing that this service went well past twelve.
Monday 14. We had a good warm night with the extra covers and the heater. It is cloudy and breezy this morning with some slight possibility of rain. It is not quite as cold out as last night. There was no frost here.
We had Miriam’s delicious pancakes for breakfast. A street address in Hamburg, NY was nailed down for a place to meet this afternoon, so that is more definite than we planned last night. E&R were on the road by 8:10. It appears we will cross into Canada tomorrow.
I went onto the Internet again and found a note from Arlene with directions to get to their place. I also sent some photos along with the latest report.
We unhooked and pulled out at 10:15. We passed E&R about eleven and soon after that found a Wal*Mart Supercenter and got our groceries and then had lunch.
We arrived at Hamburg about 1:30. A policeman directed us to a fire station because he said the corner of Scott & Pleasant was not a good place. We called E&R several times but there was no answer – weird. We napped and then Miriam thought we ought to drive one block to that corner to see if they might be there. There they were having only arrived two minutes before.
Earlier today we came to a detour on route five and followed it. We both wondered what the bikers would do with it. They decided to chance it. They asked the workman at the beginning of the bridge construction site where the bridge was being replaced if they may go through because it was a long way back around. That man radioed ahead to those at the bridge and they were told to come on. It was a deep gulch and two workmen picked up the bike and carried it over. Phew! Many miles were saved.
They decided they were not going to ride any further but drive to the bike museum. About that time a lady pulled up in a mini van and asked if we need help. We told her what we were doing. She invited us in for a belated mother’s day celebration at this Adult Day Care Center. That triggered conversation when we told her that Ed had just recently retired as CEO of an adult day care center plus. She then reported that she is the CEO of this place. Next she insisted we come in for the festivities. We parked and did so. The facilities are in an old railroad station and done ever so creative. Shirley’s office is in an old railroad passenger car. It is all so very lovely. She and Ed shared about each other’s facilities and programs. It was an unbelievable connection. We made a friend. Then we were served delicious cake and coffee.
From there we drove some eight miles to the Bicycle Museum in Orchard Park, NY. We must have been in there over an hour. It truly is a history of bikes. The man has an enormous collection of old bikes of all sorts, many very valuable.
When we finished we chatted with him about where we might find a campground for the night. He admitted there were none nearby as we had thought. He spoke of shopping centers. After Ed came back in the MH we talked about staying right in his lot. Ed went back and asked, and he quickly agreed and said we could hook up to his water. Later when he was leaving he told us to use the electric. Wow. We have nearly everything.
Tonight Miriam made the most awesome beef vegetable soup, the best I’ve ever eaten. It was just wonderful. Everyone raved about it. Then for desert she made frozen mixed berries with vanilla yogurt on it, great too.
Ed discovered that some how the only problem with his phone today was that it got turned off and needed to be re-programmed. We feel so dependent on our phones to stay in touch.
It was a major job tonight trying to locate and define the address of a campground in Ontario. Ed called the campground several times for directions.
It warmed up considerably this evening but put down a few drops one time. It appears there may be more tomorrow.
Tuesday 16. This was one of the quietest nights ever. We got up at 6:30. Miriam made a nice omelet with green peppers, cheese, potatoes and onions. We also had toast.
The Bicycle museum owner came by about 8:30 just as we were unhooking to leave. He gave us directions to get to the Peace Bridge to cross into Canada. They had decided to drive there instead of biking.
On the other side we stopped at the welcome Center and the folks there were most helpful and knowledgeable. Soon the horse was out of its stall and on the road to a very windy morning.
We cruised slowly up the parkway along the Niagara River. What a lovely drive. It was nice to see this great falls again – albeit from the RV in passing. The crowds were light. We did stop in the lot where the cable car crosses the rapids and eat our lunch. There we met about eight bikers and had a nice time chatting with them. They will look forward to meeting E&R along the way.
We pulled into the Shalamar campground at 12:15. It is not the greatest except for the price of nearly $52. It is not likely more than $40 US. Later Miriam discovered that they charge one dollar for a five minute shower, not a quarter as at one place in the US. When she gave the woman ten US dollars she would only give ten dollars Canada, claiming there is no exchange rate. I doubt that.
The Longeneckers returned at 4:30 having had a great day leisurely biking only 35 miles today, stopping and enjoying the sights along the falls. They were awed by the sight, thunderous sound and feel of those mighty waters – what power. Before the falls the water is right up almost at touchable level. Then there is the great plunge, after which the water is now broiling and churning way below and rushing down the gorges in a mighty torrent in its now confined space. They were amazed at the depth of the gorge. Then soon there were the enormous Electric power plants on both the US and Canadian sides. This is one of the greatest electrical power sources in the nation or perhaps the world. Ah, the marvels of God’s great creation.
E&R had a pleasant surprise near the falls. Some other bikers rode up to them and seemingly out of the blue said, “Are you Ed and Rhoda?” These were the folks Miriam and I had met and conversed with earlier. It is amazing when you are out where you don’t believe anyone knows you to have someone call your name.
In the showers Ed had the same experience I did. There were 5 showers and the three center ones were closed for repairs. I took the left one and after putting in my Loony (the Canadian dollar with a Loon on it) waited, and waited, and waited, and waited for it to get warm. Finally in desperation I took it cold … well perhaps the worst chill was gone. Just as I was all soaped up it quit and I had no more Loonies. So I toweled off as is. Ed first tried the shower on the right as I suggested but it would not even take the loony. So he too was stuck with the same one I had. Now when we pass gas we blow soap bubbles. The ladies had nice warm water – lucky gals.
After supper on the picnic table on a very pleasant evening we worked at where to camp tomorrow night. There is not a campground for many miles so we’ll plan to boon-dock again, this time in Ancaster perhaps with our (Miriam and I) friends Archie & Ursula Harms if they have a place to park at their home. After the dishes were cleared, the horse lubed, curried downed and in his stall we decided to play Rummikub on the picnic table. Even as we ate supper there was the rumble of distant thunder. We got at least three games in before the drops started falling. But that didn’t stop us we merely moved indoors. Miriam won many games tonight and Rhoda and Ed a few too. I just can’t pull it off. My job is to keep the others honest. It was ten when we quit and hit the sack to the steadily falling rain. It is so pleasant a sound to go to sleep on and
Near the beginning of the pastor’s message somebody’s cell phone began ringing and all heads turned our direction. Ed had a difficult time getting it out of his pocket. The pastor very humorously said he hoped it was a call from God. All laughed, even Ed. Miriam quickly placed ours on vibrate. Longenecker’s kids were calling to wish Rhoda a Happy Mother’s Day not realizing that this service went well past twelve.
Monday 14. We had a good warm night with the extra covers and the heater. It is cloudy and breezy this morning with some slight possibility of rain. It is not quite as cold out as last night. There was no frost here.
We had Miriam’s delicious pancakes for breakfast. A street address in Hamburg, NY was nailed down for a place to meet this afternoon, so that is more definite than we planned last night. E&R were on the road by 8:10. It appears we will cross into Canada tomorrow.
I went onto the Internet again and found a note from Arlene with directions to get to their place. I also sent some photos along with the latest report.
We unhooked and pulled out at 10:15. We passed E&R about eleven and soon after that found a Wal*Mart Supercenter and got our groceries and then had lunch.
We arrived at Hamburg about 1:30. A policeman directed us to a fire station because he said the corner of Scott & Pleasant was not a good place. We called E&R several times but there was no answer – weird. We napped and then Miriam thought we ought to drive one block to that corner to see if they might be there. There they were having only arrived two minutes before.
Earlier today we came to a detour on route five and followed it. We both wondered what the bikers would do with it. They decided to chance it. They asked the workman at the beginning of the bridge construction site where the bridge was being replaced if they may go through because it was a long way back around. That man radioed ahead to those at the bridge and they were told to come on. It was a deep gulch and two workmen picked up the bike and carried it over. Phew! Many miles were saved.
They decided they were not going to ride any further but drive to the bike museum. About that time a lady pulled up in a mini van and asked if we need help. We told her what we were doing. She invited us in for a belated mother’s day celebration at this Adult Day Care Center. That triggered conversation when we told her that Ed had just recently retired as CEO of an adult day care center plus. She then reported that she is the CEO of this place. Next she insisted we come in for the festivities. We parked and did so. The facilities are in an old railroad station and done ever so creative. Shirley’s office is in an old railroad passenger car. It is all so very lovely. She and Ed shared about each other’s facilities and programs. It was an unbelievable connection. We made a friend. Then we were served delicious cake and coffee.
From there we drove some eight miles to the Bicycle Museum in Orchard Park, NY. We must have been in there over an hour. It truly is a history of bikes. The man has an enormous collection of old bikes of all sorts, many very valuable.
When we finished we chatted with him about where we might find a campground for the night. He admitted there were none nearby as we had thought. He spoke of shopping centers. After Ed came back in the MH we talked about staying right in his lot. Ed went back and asked, and he quickly agreed and said we could hook up to his water. Later when he was leaving he told us to use the electric. Wow. We have nearly everything.
Tonight Miriam made the most awesome beef vegetable soup, the best I’ve ever eaten. It was just wonderful. Everyone raved about it. Then for desert she made frozen mixed berries with vanilla yogurt on it, great too.
Ed discovered that some how the only problem with his phone today was that it got turned off and needed to be re-programmed. We feel so dependent on our phones to stay in touch.
It was a major job tonight trying to locate and define the address of a campground in Ontario. Ed called the campground several times for directions.
It warmed up considerably this evening but put down a few drops one time. It appears there may be more tomorrow.
Tuesday 16. This was one of the quietest nights ever. We got up at 6:30. Miriam made a nice omelet with green peppers, cheese, potatoes and onions. We also had toast.
The Bicycle museum owner came by about 8:30 just as we were unhooking to leave. He gave us directions to get to the Peace Bridge to cross into Canada. They had decided to drive there instead of biking.
On the other side we stopped at the welcome Center and the folks there were most helpful and knowledgeable. Soon the horse was out of its stall and on the road to a very windy morning.
We cruised slowly up the parkway along the Niagara River. What a lovely drive. It was nice to see this great falls again – albeit from the RV in passing. The crowds were light. We did stop in the lot where the cable car crosses the rapids and eat our lunch. There we met about eight bikers and had a nice time chatting with them. They will look forward to meeting E&R along the way.
We pulled into the Shalamar campground at 12:15. It is not the greatest except for the price of nearly $52. It is not likely more than $40 US. Later Miriam discovered that they charge one dollar for a five minute shower, not a quarter as at one place in the US. When she gave the woman ten US dollars she would only give ten dollars Canada, claiming there is no exchange rate. I doubt that.
The Longeneckers returned at 4:30 having had a great day leisurely biking only 35 miles today, stopping and enjoying the sights along the falls. They were awed by the sight, thunderous sound and feel of those mighty waters – what power. Before the falls the water is right up almost at touchable level. Then there is the great plunge, after which the water is now broiling and churning way below and rushing down the gorges in a mighty torrent in its now confined space. They were amazed at the depth of the gorge. Then soon there were the enormous Electric power plants on both the US and Canadian sides. This is one of the greatest electrical power sources in the nation or perhaps the world. Ah, the marvels of God’s great creation.
E&R had a pleasant surprise near the falls. Some other bikers rode up to them and seemingly out of the blue said, “Are you Ed and Rhoda?” These were the folks Miriam and I had met and conversed with earlier. It is amazing when you are out where you don’t believe anyone knows you to have someone call your name.
In the showers Ed had the same experience I did. There were 5 showers and the three center ones were closed for repairs. I took the left one and after putting in my Loony (the Canadian dollar with a Loon on it) waited, and waited, and waited, and waited for it to get warm. Finally in desperation I took it cold … well perhaps the worst chill was gone. Just as I was all soaped up it quit and I had no more Loonies. So I toweled off as is. Ed first tried the shower on the right as I suggested but it would not even take the loony. So he too was stuck with the same one I had. Now when we pass gas we blow soap bubbles. The ladies had nice warm water – lucky gals.
After supper on the picnic table on a very pleasant evening we worked at where to camp tomorrow night. There is not a campground for many miles so we’ll plan to boon-dock again, this time in Ancaster perhaps with our (Miriam and I) friends Archie & Ursula Harms if they have a place to park at their home. After the dishes were cleared, the horse lubed, curried downed and in his stall we decided to play Rummikub on the picnic table. Even as we ate supper there was the rumble of distant thunder. We got at least three games in before the drops started falling. But that didn’t stop us we merely moved indoors. Miriam won many games tonight and Rhoda and Ed a few too. I just can’t pull it off. My job is to keep the others honest. It was ten when we quit and hit the sack to the steadily falling rain. It is so pleasant a sound to go to sleep on and
Monday, May 14, 2007
BykerEd
Sunday 13, Mother’s Day. What a cold night. I got up and put on a shirt and we stayed close. It was 6:30 when we got up. Miriam made a sort of French Toast with more eggs than normal – tasty.
Not being able to get a response from the African Methodist Episcopal Church about times of services, we left at 8:30 and arrived at nine. Not a soul was there even though Sunday school was to begin 9:30, but several soon showed up and warmly welcomed us. The reason for our trip always makes Black persons happy.
SS was interesting. Ed commented a bit but mostly we listened to them. One woman is new in the faith just beginning to come out of alcoholism. Worship service began at 10:45 and concluded at 1:15. What a worship service, so joyful, exuberant and expressive. We were introduced and another explained are trip. We were so warmly received. I hope we so cordially welcome minority persons to our services.
We ate lunch in the MH of soup and sandwiches. E&R decided to do a short trip of twenty miles yet today. They had a head start of about 30 minutes. We soon passed them.
We drove through many miles of vineyards right along Lake Erie. The forsythia, tulips, daffodils, azaleas and many trees are blossoming, but it is cold.
We found a lovely camp ground operated by a very nice family just past the Pennsylvania line 100 feet and into New York. They are so friendly. He went running for a picnic table when I thought it was too cold. He also got me the code to get into their WiFi. It works great.
Judy had a funny Mother’s Day email card. Arlene Yager had a positive response from my email earlier today. That will be a great conclusion to this trip. I emailed her back agreeing that Maurice needs to send us directions. Jamie had beautiful photos of Elijah holding Asher. What nice Great Grandchildren.
We checked out the Lancaster Newspapers for local news and discovered a triple murder in Blossom Hill on Saturday. Parents and a teenage son and there is no indication of a killer. It is not far at all from E&R’s home in Manheim Township.
Ed and the rest of us watched the big Golf Tournament and snacked on corn chips with salsa, peanut butter on cookies, ice cream and coffee. That was supper tonight.
We called and talked to Judy and Glenn. There was no response from Marilyn or Renee. Jim called.
As usual we worked at plans for meeting tomorrow evening. This time it is a bit unusual – we are uncertain where, either in Hamburg or Orchard Park, NY. Never before had we not decided on the town. There were times we looked for a place to meet in a specified town and then called and told them where we are. There are no camping sites indicated from here to Buffalo. The next is just inside Canada at Fort Erie. Buffalo is 85 miles the sign said and 90 by bike. So it seems clear that we will boon-dock Monday might.
We watched 60 minutes and then some of Nature but as the sun was setting out over Lake Erie we decided to get some more photos of that. At the last few moments the sun went down behind a cloud cover or perhaps lake fog. That was attractive too. But it was really cold standing out there. Saw that a possibility of frost existed in Lancaster. Wow!
Even though it was already nearly nine we decided we needed to play a few games of Rummikub. This has practically become our official game.
At 10:30 we stacked another blanket on our bed and turned the heat to sixty. E&R have toasty sleeping bags. We should have brought ours but they are so large and bulky. This is the first time we put it on at night. It was so nice to cuddle in between those good warm covers.
Not being able to get a response from the African Methodist Episcopal Church about times of services, we left at 8:30 and arrived at nine. Not a soul was there even though Sunday school was to begin 9:30, but several soon showed up and warmly welcomed us. The reason for our trip always makes Black persons happy.
SS was interesting. Ed commented a bit but mostly we listened to them. One woman is new in the faith just beginning to come out of alcoholism. Worship service began at 10:45 and concluded at 1:15. What a worship service, so joyful, exuberant and expressive. We were introduced and another explained are trip. We were so warmly received. I hope we so cordially welcome minority persons to our services.
We ate lunch in the MH of soup and sandwiches. E&R decided to do a short trip of twenty miles yet today. They had a head start of about 30 minutes. We soon passed them.
We drove through many miles of vineyards right along Lake Erie. The forsythia, tulips, daffodils, azaleas and many trees are blossoming, but it is cold.
We found a lovely camp ground operated by a very nice family just past the Pennsylvania line 100 feet and into New York. They are so friendly. He went running for a picnic table when I thought it was too cold. He also got me the code to get into their WiFi. It works great.
Judy had a funny Mother’s Day email card. Arlene Yager had a positive response from my email earlier today. That will be a great conclusion to this trip. I emailed her back agreeing that Maurice needs to send us directions. Jamie had beautiful photos of Elijah holding Asher. What nice Great Grandchildren.
We checked out the Lancaster Newspapers for local news and discovered a triple murder in Blossom Hill on Saturday. Parents and a teenage son and there is no indication of a killer. It is not far at all from E&R’s home in Manheim Township.
Ed and the rest of us watched the big Golf Tournament and snacked on corn chips with salsa, peanut butter on cookies, ice cream and coffee. That was supper tonight.
We called and talked to Judy and Glenn. There was no response from Marilyn or Renee. Jim called.
As usual we worked at plans for meeting tomorrow evening. This time it is a bit unusual – we are uncertain where, either in Hamburg or Orchard Park, NY. Never before had we not decided on the town. There were times we looked for a place to meet in a specified town and then called and told them where we are. There are no camping sites indicated from here to Buffalo. The next is just inside Canada at Fort Erie. Buffalo is 85 miles the sign said and 90 by bike. So it seems clear that we will boon-dock Monday might.
We watched 60 minutes and then some of Nature but as the sun was setting out over Lake Erie we decided to get some more photos of that. At the last few moments the sun went down behind a cloud cover or perhaps lake fog. That was attractive too. But it was really cold standing out there. Saw that a possibility of frost existed in Lancaster. Wow!
Even though it was already nearly nine we decided we needed to play a few games of Rummikub. This has practically become our official game.
At 10:30 we stacked another blanket on our bed and turned the heat to sixty. E&R have toasty sleeping bags. We should have brought ours but they are so large and bulky. This is the first time we put it on at night. It was so nice to cuddle in between those good warm covers.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday 11. Today we conclude one month since we left home – a great thirty days.
As agreed last night we did not get up early this morning – 7:45. After one of Miriam’s fancy pancake breakfasts – blue
berries, nuts, whole wheat flour, etc. – they were on the road by 8:30 with three of the left-over pancakes, two tangerines, and two bananas which is traditional. In addition to that they will stop a number of times for sandwiches, ice cream, Gatorade, and just to take care of hynnie-it is, etc. The horses need to be fed to keep up the energy. About fifteen minutes after they left the camp the owner arrived walking her dog and with homemade maps highlighting a better route. What a caring owner
Miriam baked a cake before we left and Paul caught up on the journaling.
We left camp about 9:30, going a couple miles to the Aurora Mennonite Church. There was a car there so we rang the bell. The woman who came to the door was all smiles, “Your friends have already been here.” We talked a bit about the biking. Her name was Stutzman and Friday the pastors, Mr. & Mrs. Jim Engle are off. As I imagined his father is Bible professor at EMU and Karis Engle our Florida friend is his sister.
We went leisurely on north following Annie’s direction. It is pretty country up and down some steep little curves during which the big drawer under the oven kept opening.
We shopped at a Giant Eagle supermarket again and this time we signed up for one of their little discount cards. I hate being bothered by those cards just like Oregon Dairy does too. About two blocks beyond we found a Wal*Mart Supercenter – too late.
In the village of Austinburg we quickly located the rails-to-trails bike path – beautiful with many bikers and hikers going to and fro. We read the signs describing UR activity in this area while we waited for E&R who arrived at 4:30, hot and tired after a 65 mile day.
They cleaned up and then we went to look for a nice restaurant for our weekly dinner out – cook’s night off. We found a nice reasonable place about six miles east in Jefferson. They had all you can eat Pollock or muscles. Miriam & Ed had the fish and I the muscles – delicious.
We decided the parking lot at the restaurant looked nice enough to boon-dock. Permission was readily granted. Tonight we watched, laughed and wept over Patch Adams. What a great movie.
It was ten when we turned in.
Saturday 12. We were up soon after six, had a simple cold cereal breakfast and then drove back to Austinburg where they picked up the bike trail again and were off about eight on a cold morning – brrrr. In spite of being in a parking lot this was one of the quietest nights ever. It was a small but nice crossroads town.
We washed the dishes and went slowly on our way. Some of the time we were driving along Lake Erie today and it is cold. We noticed the tulips, daffodils, Azaleas and a number of flowering trees are in full bloom – beautiful. What a long beautiful spring we are having.
Today we crossed back into good old Pennsylvania. That does feel kind of good even though we are at the far North West corner of the state.
Going through Erie we discovered it to seemingly be a manufacturing town. The map gives the population as 103,000, larger than I thought. We found a Wal*Mart and replaced the faulty pencils and I got another watch.
Our site at Sara Coyne’s campground is right on the Lake Erie beach front where we can watch the waves on this cold windy day. While it is pretty here on the beach this camp is a sort of has been and the most expensive yet -- $42. There a lot of junky looking RV’s cramped in together. This is the first time a camp owner would only take cash or traveler’s checks. They are way behind the times. That was hard on my cash supply. We did three loads of wash including E&R’s. The bikers arrived about 4, cold and tired. For a while they rode in rain and then got so cold they holed up in a restaurant for an hour or more until the rain ended. Weather wise this was likely the worst day. It is really cold here.
Miriam is making a good hot soup supper for a cold day with a nice spinach salad. Along with it there was pizza.
We worked on how far and where to go to church tomorrow and agreed to an AME Church.
After supper we finished watching the last segment the Africans in America. It is just excellent. This AME church was active in the underground railroad. Our American history desperately needs correcting. It was near eleven when we hit the sack.
As agreed last night we did not get up early this morning – 7:45. After one of Miriam’s fancy pancake breakfasts – blue
berries, nuts, whole wheat flour, etc. – they were on the road by 8:30 with three of the left-over pancakes, two tangerines, and two bananas which is traditional. In addition to that they will stop a number of times for sandwiches, ice cream, Gatorade, and just to take care of hynnie-it is, etc. The horses need to be fed to keep up the energy. About fifteen minutes after they left the camp the owner arrived walking her dog and with homemade maps highlighting a better route. What a caring owner
Miriam baked a cake before we left and Paul caught up on the journaling.
We left camp about 9:30, going a couple miles to the Aurora Mennonite Church. There was a car there so we rang the bell. The woman who came to the door was all smiles, “Your friends have already been here.” We talked a bit about the biking. Her name was Stutzman and Friday the pastors, Mr. & Mrs. Jim Engle are off. As I imagined his father is Bible professor at EMU and Karis Engle our Florida friend is his sister.
We went leisurely on north following Annie’s direction. It is pretty country up and down some steep little curves during which the big drawer under the oven kept opening.
We shopped at a Giant Eagle supermarket again and this time we signed up for one of their little discount cards. I hate being bothered by those cards just like Oregon Dairy does too. About two blocks beyond we found a Wal*Mart Supercenter – too late.
In the village of Austinburg we quickly located the rails-to-trails bike path – beautiful with many bikers and hikers going to and fro. We read the signs describing UR activity in this area while we waited for E&R who arrived at 4:30, hot and tired after a 65 mile day.
They cleaned up and then we went to look for a nice restaurant for our weekly dinner out – cook’s night off. We found a nice reasonable place about six miles east in Jefferson. They had all you can eat Pollock or muscles. Miriam & Ed had the fish and I the muscles – delicious.
We decided the parking lot at the restaurant looked nice enough to boon-dock. Permission was readily granted. Tonight we watched, laughed and wept over Patch Adams. What a great movie.
It was ten when we turned in.
Saturday 12. We were up soon after six, had a simple cold cereal breakfast and then drove back to Austinburg where they picked up the bike trail again and were off about eight on a cold morning – brrrr. In spite of being in a parking lot this was one of the quietest nights ever. It was a small but nice crossroads town.
We washed the dishes and went slowly on our way. Some of the time we were driving along Lake Erie today and it is cold. We noticed the tulips, daffodils, Azaleas and a number of flowering trees are in full bloom – beautiful. What a long beautiful spring we are having.
Today we crossed back into good old Pennsylvania. That does feel kind of good even though we are at the far North West corner of the state.
Going through Erie we discovered it to seemingly be a manufacturing town. The map gives the population as 103,000, larger than I thought. We found a Wal*Mart and replaced the faulty pencils and I got another watch.
Our site at Sara Coyne’s campground is right on the Lake Erie beach front where we can watch the waves on this cold windy day. While it is pretty here on the beach this camp is a sort of has been and the most expensive yet -- $42. There a lot of junky looking RV’s cramped in together. This is the first time a camp owner would only take cash or traveler’s checks. They are way behind the times. That was hard on my cash supply. We did three loads of wash including E&R’s. The bikers arrived about 4, cold and tired. For a while they rode in rain and then got so cold they holed up in a restaurant for an hour or more until the rain ended. Weather wise this was likely the worst day. It is really cold here.
Miriam is making a good hot soup supper for a cold day with a nice spinach salad. Along with it there was pizza.
We worked on how far and where to go to church tomorrow and agreed to an AME Church.
After supper we finished watching the last segment the Africans in America. It is just excellent. This AME church was active in the underground railroad. Our American history desperately needs correcting. It was near eleven when we hit the sack.
Friday 11. Today we conclude one month since we left home – a great thirty days.
As agreed last night we did not get up early this morning – 7:45. After one of Miriam’s fancy pancake breakfasts – blue
berries, nuts, whole wheat flour, etc. – they were on the road by 8:30 with three of the left-over pancakes, two tangerines, and two bananas which is traditional. In addition to that they will stop a number of times for sandwiches, ice cream, Gatorade, and just to take care of hynnie-it is, etc. The horses need to be fed to keep up the energy. About fifteen minutes after they left the camp the owner arrived walking her dog and with homemade maps highlighting a better route. What a caring owner
Miriam baked a cake before we left and Paul caught up on the journaling.
We left camp about 9:30, going a couple miles to the Aurora Mennonite Church. There was a car there so we rang the bell. The woman who came to the door was all smiles, “Your friends have already been here.” We talked a bit about the biking. Her name was Stutzman and Friday the pastors, Mr. & Mrs. Jim Engle are off. As I imagined his father is Bible professor at EMU and Karis Engle our Florida friend is his sister.
We went leisurely on north following Annie’s direction. It is pretty country up and down some steep little curves during which the big drawer under the oven kept opening.
We shopped at a Giant Eagle supermarket again and this time we signed up for one of their little discount cards. I hate being bothered by those cards just like Oregon Dairy does too. About two blocks beyond we found a Wal*Mart Supercenter – too late.
In the village of Austinburg we quickly located the rails-to-trails bike path – beautiful with many bikers and hikers going to and fro. We read the signs describing UR activity in this area while we waited for E&R who arrived at 4:30, hot and tired after a 65 mile day.
They cleaned up and then we went to look for a nice restaurant for our weekly dinner out – cook’s night off. We found a nice reasonable place about six miles east in Jefferson. They had all you can eat Pollock or muscles. Miriam & Ed had the fish and I the muscles – delicious.
We decided the parking lot at the restaurant looked nice enough to boon-dock. Permission was readily granted. Tonight we watched, laughed and wept over Patch Adams. What a great movie.
It was ten when we turned in.
Saturday 12. We were up soon after six, had a simple cold cereal breakfast and then drove back to Austinburg where they picked up the bike trail again and were off about eight on a cold morning – brrrr. In spite of being in a parking lot this was one of the quietest nights ever. It was a small but nice crossroads town.
We washed the dishes and went slowly on our way. Some of the time we were driving along Lake Erie today and it is cold. We noticed the tulips, daffodils, Azaleas and a number of flowering trees are in full bloom – beautiful. What a long beautiful spring we are having.
Today we crossed back into good old Pennsylvania. That does feel kind of good even though we are at the far North West corner of the state.
Going through Erie we discovered it to seemingly be a manufacturing town. The map gives the population as 103,000, larger than I thought. We found a Wal*Mart and replaced the faulty pencils and I got another watch.
Our site at Sara Coyne’s campground is right on the Lake Erie beach front where we can watch the waves on this cold windy day. While it is pretty here on the beach this camp is a sort of has been and the most expensive yet -- $42. There a lot of junky looking RV’s cramped in together. This is the first time a camp owner would only take cash or traveler’s checks. They are way behind the times. That was hard on my cash supply. We did three loads of wash including E&R’s. The bikers arrived about 4, cold and tired. For a while they rode in rain and then got so cold they holed up in a restaurant for an hour or more until the rain ended. Weather wise this was likely the worst day. It is really cold here.
Miriam is making a good hot soup supper for a cold day with a nice spinach salad. Along with it there was pizza.
We worked on how far and where to go to church tomorrow and agreed to an AME Church.
After supper we finished watching the last segment the Africans in America. It is just excellent. This AME church was active in the underground railroad. Our American history desperately needs correcting. It was near eleven when we hit the sack.
As agreed last night we did not get up early this morning – 7:45. After one of Miriam’s fancy pancake breakfasts – blue
berries, nuts, whole wheat flour, etc. – they were on the road by 8:30 with three of the left-over pancakes, two tangerines, and two bananas which is traditional. In addition to that they will stop a number of times for sandwiches, ice cream, Gatorade, and just to take care of hynnie-it is, etc. The horses need to be fed to keep up the energy. About fifteen minutes after they left the camp the owner arrived walking her dog and with homemade maps highlighting a better route. What a caring owner
Miriam baked a cake before we left and Paul caught up on the journaling.
We left camp about 9:30, going a couple miles to the Aurora Mennonite Church. There was a car there so we rang the bell. The woman who came to the door was all smiles, “Your friends have already been here.” We talked a bit about the biking. Her name was Stutzman and Friday the pastors, Mr. & Mrs. Jim Engle are off. As I imagined his father is Bible professor at EMU and Karis Engle our Florida friend is his sister.
We went leisurely on north following Annie’s direction. It is pretty country up and down some steep little curves during which the big drawer under the oven kept opening.
We shopped at a Giant Eagle supermarket again and this time we signed up for one of their little discount cards. I hate being bothered by those cards just like Oregon Dairy does too. About two blocks beyond we found a Wal*Mart Supercenter – too late.
In the village of Austinburg we quickly located the rails-to-trails bike path – beautiful with many bikers and hikers going to and fro. We read the signs describing UR activity in this area while we waited for E&R who arrived at 4:30, hot and tired after a 65 mile day.
They cleaned up and then we went to look for a nice restaurant for our weekly dinner out – cook’s night off. We found a nice reasonable place about six miles east in Jefferson. They had all you can eat Pollock or muscles. Miriam & Ed had the fish and I the muscles – delicious.
We decided the parking lot at the restaurant looked nice enough to boon-dock. Permission was readily granted. Tonight we watched, laughed and wept over Patch Adams. What a great movie.
It was ten when we turned in.
Saturday 12. We were up soon after six, had a simple cold cereal breakfast and then drove back to Austinburg where they picked up the bike trail again and were off about eight on a cold morning – brrrr. In spite of being in a parking lot this was one of the quietest nights ever. It was a small but nice crossroads town.
We washed the dishes and went slowly on our way. Some of the time we were driving along Lake Erie today and it is cold. We noticed the tulips, daffodils, Azaleas and a number of flowering trees are in full bloom – beautiful. What a long beautiful spring we are having.
Today we crossed back into good old Pennsylvania. That does feel kind of good even though we are at the far North West corner of the state.
Going through Erie we discovered it to seemingly be a manufacturing town. The map gives the population as 103,000, larger than I thought. We found a Wal*Mart and replaced the faulty pencils and I got another watch.
Our site at Sara Coyne’s campground is right on the Lake Erie beach front where we can watch the waves on this cold windy day. While it is pretty here on the beach this camp is a sort of has been and the most expensive yet -- $42. There a lot of junky looking RV’s cramped in together. This is the first time a camp owner would only take cash or traveler’s checks. They are way behind the times. That was hard on my cash supply. We did three loads of wash including E&R’s. The bikers arrived about 4, cold and tired. For a while they rode in rain and then got so cold they holed up in a restaurant for an hour or more until the rain ended. Weather wise this was likely the worst day. It is really cold here.
Miriam is making a good hot soup supper for a cold day with a nice spinach salad. Along with it there was pizza.
We worked on how far and where to go to church tomorrow and agreed to an AME Church.
After supper we finished watching the last segment the Africans in America. It is just excellent. This AME church was active in the underground railroad. Our American history desperately needs correcting. It was near eleven when we hit the sack.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday 9. Seventy four years ago today my brother Carl was born. So sad he is gone. What might we both be doing together now were he alive and both of us retired?
The Geese! They were a nuisance all night. The three young bikers said they had a terrible time sleeping as the honking was close by them and the honking went on all night. We heard them too but not being as close and inside a house we slept quite well.
It seems as if ever since we were on Central time for a few weeks we have been getting up later. But it must have been soon after six when we got up today because E&R were on their way by 7:30 following Miriam’s breakfast of eggs, home fries and onions. Of course there is always grapefruit and coffee.
Our meditation from II Corinthians 5 was apropos for our journey. The commentator in Rejoice spoke of their camping trip in the wilds and then how we can return to nice homes again whereas the refugees of Darfur and other places have little hope of anything for the future and their tenting is far more primitive than our three young biking friends. How blessed we are, or is it a noose around our necks that strangles us from seeing Jesus as the source of all our need?
The three young men left camp with a cheerful wave about 8:30. I sent their photos and more stuff for the Blog.
I put a little water in the tanks not being sure of our next facilities. We were on the road after ten.
Today we drove through some of the saddest looking Amish homes and farms -- dilapidated – that we have ever seen. Is it by choice to be humble or are these just extremely poor people. The farming implements were very antiquated compared to the Lancaster Amish.
We arrived at Findley Lake State Park about 11:30. There was no one on duty so we had to find a site and fill out the papers. They were closed from noon to one so we parked in a lot to have lunch. A park officer stopped by and we paid the money to him. It is a most lovely park but there is no water or electric on site. We needed to go to their maintenance shed to load up.
We parked and relaxed in the mostly shaded spot. I read more of Phil Clemen’s book on the Sermon on the Mount. It is a most refreshing book.
E&R arrived about 4:30 after an 80 mile day. They also noted the same thing we did about the Amish.
We used charcoal and made fish tonight. It was great plus the rice mix Miriam made.
This evening it took a long time trying to come up with tomorrow’s camp site. We all want to go to Oberlin College that has a significant museum on the UR. It was an early college that took in Blacks. From there they do not want to go too far like today. We settled on an expensive KOA South of Cleveland.
We watched the 3rd segment of the 2 CD DVD “Africans in America.” These excellent programs (4 shows totaling 6 hours) are produced by PBS. Hopefully they can be run at LH or shared with friends. We were all tired and some dozed a bit. It was 10:45 when we hit the sack.
Thursday 10. Today it is four weeks since we left home. It has been a great four weeks.
I must have been awake at four or earlier and could not sleep. For a while there was a Barred Owl calling “Who-cooks-for-you-who-cooks-for-you.” It has been a long time since we have heard that call – nice.
We were all up at six and after a hefty oatmeal breakfast, we all gave each other our usual goodbye hugs and kisses. They were off at 7:30.
We took some time to read the Mennonite Weekly Reviews and then pulled out of this lovely camp site about 9:30. We drove around to see some more of this large campground.
We arrived in Oberlin, 14 miles north and made several circles around the college campus looking for either the UR museum or the rail tracks. When we pulled over to the side a man out for a walk came and favorably commented on the MH. We asked if wanted to see inside. He was pleased and said this is just what we need, if I can convince my wife. We are just about retired. He stayed and chatted quite a while and then told us how to find the tracks just about two blocks away, where we had driven by before but looked the wrong direction. Miriam took photos of these railroad tracks with ties coming up or perhaps going down into the earth figuratively representing the Underground Railroad. He didn’t seem to indicate that there was much in the museum about the UR but talked about quite a number of houses with secret passages where slaves hid until they could get to the boats on Lake Erie just 8 miles north to cross over into Canada.
We left heading across country nearly directly east for a Wal*Mart and then the Streetsboro KOA campground. No Wal*Mart Super center so we settled for a Giant Grocery store. Our local Giant Store card would not work in this Giant so the women in back of us let us use hers. It seemed that the GPS took us way out around. They seem programmed to take you on Interstates as much as possible. As expected the KOA is nice, if a little pricey. It is relatively level but shade-less on a rather warm day.
When we called to let them know the camp site number, E&R said they had a shifter break down and spent some time in a bike shop. At 1:30 they estimated there were still 30 miles to go. It will be about five when they get in, hopefully.
I worked to get on the strong WiFi here without success. In the process all my customary AOL settings disappeared and it would not let me have the “Broadband” setting. I worked a long time at it and have no idea why AOL should have changed.
We took a walk – a long one from our campsite way out at the end – to get some tissues, check out their home made fudge and see about the WiFi. They gave me a brochure from their WiFi Company with numbers to call, none of which were operational. Finally another 800 number showed up. When I called it, I was told I need to sign up for the service and pay to the tune of $2.69 per hour of use. Forget it.
The cyclers arrived at 5:30 and told their story. They spent three hours in a bike shop getting repairs. The cable to the rear de-railer broke. After leaving the bike shop they discovered that the camp address was not correct and were told they had another six miles to go. It turned out to be only two, but those were two miles off the bike route, not something they are enthused about. This was another 80 mile day and they were beat. However, after showers and clean clothes it is always amazing how they feel so refreshed Anyway, they arrived safe.
We had a delicious supper of leftovers to clean out the frig out on the picnic table. It was a bit cool, but endurable.
We continued at the table to work out the next several days’ stops. Again the plans are for a couple of short days – 50-60 miles. To accomplish that we will look for a spot to boon-dock tomorrow near Austinburg and then call them with the location.
A woman pulled up in one of those John Deere “gators” and stopped and talked. She was working a cleanup. We asked her if she was the manager. “I’m the owner,” she said. She continued, my husband left me and I got the campground, but the Lord helped me. She came over and sat at the table with us and talked about the business and its operation. She also asked about the bike ride and gave E&R some directions for leaving via a better route. I said to her, ”From something you said earlier it sounds as if you take your faith seriously?” She picked right up on that. She had been a faithful active member of a church but her husband turned out to be faithless. She did not indicate if that was true before marriage or happened later. Gradually church involvement fell by the way. When her husband left in her desperation she searched out and found a church and a faithful woman who hung with her praying with her every Tuesday morning at breakfast. She did not know how she could have gotten through her loss without the support of this new congregation and this faithful Christian woman who still prays and shares breakfast with her each week. Now she is very involved in the church. It turned out to be a very refreshing evening. By the time she left it was dark and she needed the headlights on her gator.
As big a day as the bikers had they still needed a few games of Rummikub to unwind. “We feel just fine after showers and Miriam’s good supper and we do not need to get up early tomorrow. So we played until eleven. Everyone won a game but poor Paul.
The Geese! They were a nuisance all night. The three young bikers said they had a terrible time sleeping as the honking was close by them and the honking went on all night. We heard them too but not being as close and inside a house we slept quite well.
It seems as if ever since we were on Central time for a few weeks we have been getting up later. But it must have been soon after six when we got up today because E&R were on their way by 7:30 following Miriam’s breakfast of eggs, home fries and onions. Of course there is always grapefruit and coffee.
Our meditation from II Corinthians 5 was apropos for our journey. The commentator in Rejoice spoke of their camping trip in the wilds and then how we can return to nice homes again whereas the refugees of Darfur and other places have little hope of anything for the future and their tenting is far more primitive than our three young biking friends. How blessed we are, or is it a noose around our necks that strangles us from seeing Jesus as the source of all our need?
The three young men left camp with a cheerful wave about 8:30. I sent their photos and more stuff for the Blog.
I put a little water in the tanks not being sure of our next facilities. We were on the road after ten.
Today we drove through some of the saddest looking Amish homes and farms -- dilapidated – that we have ever seen. Is it by choice to be humble or are these just extremely poor people. The farming implements were very antiquated compared to the Lancaster Amish.
We arrived at Findley Lake State Park about 11:30. There was no one on duty so we had to find a site and fill out the papers. They were closed from noon to one so we parked in a lot to have lunch. A park officer stopped by and we paid the money to him. It is a most lovely park but there is no water or electric on site. We needed to go to their maintenance shed to load up.
We parked and relaxed in the mostly shaded spot. I read more of Phil Clemen’s book on the Sermon on the Mount. It is a most refreshing book.
E&R arrived about 4:30 after an 80 mile day. They also noted the same thing we did about the Amish.
We used charcoal and made fish tonight. It was great plus the rice mix Miriam made.
This evening it took a long time trying to come up with tomorrow’s camp site. We all want to go to Oberlin College that has a significant museum on the UR. It was an early college that took in Blacks. From there they do not want to go too far like today. We settled on an expensive KOA South of Cleveland.
We watched the 3rd segment of the 2 CD DVD “Africans in America.” These excellent programs (4 shows totaling 6 hours) are produced by PBS. Hopefully they can be run at LH or shared with friends. We were all tired and some dozed a bit. It was 10:45 when we hit the sack.
Thursday 10. Today it is four weeks since we left home. It has been a great four weeks.
I must have been awake at four or earlier and could not sleep. For a while there was a Barred Owl calling “Who-cooks-for-you-who-cooks-for-you.” It has been a long time since we have heard that call – nice.
We were all up at six and after a hefty oatmeal breakfast, we all gave each other our usual goodbye hugs and kisses. They were off at 7:30.
We took some time to read the Mennonite Weekly Reviews and then pulled out of this lovely camp site about 9:30. We drove around to see some more of this large campground.
We arrived in Oberlin, 14 miles north and made several circles around the college campus looking for either the UR museum or the rail tracks. When we pulled over to the side a man out for a walk came and favorably commented on the MH. We asked if wanted to see inside. He was pleased and said this is just what we need, if I can convince my wife. We are just about retired. He stayed and chatted quite a while and then told us how to find the tracks just about two blocks away, where we had driven by before but looked the wrong direction. Miriam took photos of these railroad tracks with ties coming up or perhaps going down into the earth figuratively representing the Underground Railroad. He didn’t seem to indicate that there was much in the museum about the UR but talked about quite a number of houses with secret passages where slaves hid until they could get to the boats on Lake Erie just 8 miles north to cross over into Canada.
We left heading across country nearly directly east for a Wal*Mart and then the Streetsboro KOA campground. No Wal*Mart Super center so we settled for a Giant Grocery store. Our local Giant Store card would not work in this Giant so the women in back of us let us use hers. It seemed that the GPS took us way out around. They seem programmed to take you on Interstates as much as possible. As expected the KOA is nice, if a little pricey. It is relatively level but shade-less on a rather warm day.
When we called to let them know the camp site number, E&R said they had a shifter break down and spent some time in a bike shop. At 1:30 they estimated there were still 30 miles to go. It will be about five when they get in, hopefully.
I worked to get on the strong WiFi here without success. In the process all my customary AOL settings disappeared and it would not let me have the “Broadband” setting. I worked a long time at it and have no idea why AOL should have changed.
We took a walk – a long one from our campsite way out at the end – to get some tissues, check out their home made fudge and see about the WiFi. They gave me a brochure from their WiFi Company with numbers to call, none of which were operational. Finally another 800 number showed up. When I called it, I was told I need to sign up for the service and pay to the tune of $2.69 per hour of use. Forget it.
The cyclers arrived at 5:30 and told their story. They spent three hours in a bike shop getting repairs. The cable to the rear de-railer broke. After leaving the bike shop they discovered that the camp address was not correct and were told they had another six miles to go. It turned out to be only two, but those were two miles off the bike route, not something they are enthused about. This was another 80 mile day and they were beat. However, after showers and clean clothes it is always amazing how they feel so refreshed Anyway, they arrived safe.
We had a delicious supper of leftovers to clean out the frig out on the picnic table. It was a bit cool, but endurable.
We continued at the table to work out the next several days’ stops. Again the plans are for a couple of short days – 50-60 miles. To accomplish that we will look for a spot to boon-dock tomorrow near Austinburg and then call them with the location.
A woman pulled up in one of those John Deere “gators” and stopped and talked. She was working a cleanup. We asked her if she was the manager. “I’m the owner,” she said. She continued, my husband left me and I got the campground, but the Lord helped me. She came over and sat at the table with us and talked about the business and its operation. She also asked about the bike ride and gave E&R some directions for leaving via a better route. I said to her, ”From something you said earlier it sounds as if you take your faith seriously?” She picked right up on that. She had been a faithful active member of a church but her husband turned out to be faithless. She did not indicate if that was true before marriage or happened later. Gradually church involvement fell by the way. When her husband left in her desperation she searched out and found a church and a faithful woman who hung with her praying with her every Tuesday morning at breakfast. She did not know how she could have gotten through her loss without the support of this new congregation and this faithful Christian woman who still prays and shares breakfast with her each week. Now she is very involved in the church. It turned out to be a very refreshing evening. By the time she left it was dark and she needed the headlights on her gator.
As big a day as the bikers had they still needed a few games of Rummikub to unwind. “We feel just fine after showers and Miriam’s good supper and we do not need to get up early tomorrow. So we played until eleven. Everyone won a game but poor Paul.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Bykered
We had plenty of time to go take refreshing showers before the bikers arrived.
Son Jim called and said he is feeling down today. He went to both the viewing and the funeral of 64 year old auctioneer Bob Martin. He said that is so sad and such a loss to him. Bob was such a warm caring guy on the board of the Open Door Youth Center and did a great job at their annual auction.
E&R pulled in about 3:30, much earlier than we expected so we had another nice long evening together. Ed began breaking up bread crusts and feeding the ducks which seemed to come running from everywhere. Somehow they spread the word. There were about ten of them. Then two Canada Geese came too, but they did not get nearly as close.
Around five we had a special treat. Three young men on bicycles pulled in. They are Canadians and taking the trip the opposite direction, from north to south. They began near Toronto instead of further north at the beginning of the route in Owen Sound. They just graduated from college and decided to do this to celebrate together. They made their own supper on a little canned heat they carried and set up their tents.
Miriam made chicken breasts with rice and I put together another salad. We had her delicious left over cottage cheese and coconut crust-less pie.
Rhoda noted that she has a disease that can readily be cured by stopping the bike about every hour and stretching. She has diagnosed and named it “Hynie-itis” It primarily affects the lower extremity that resides on the bicycle seat.
After our suppers we invited the three guys; Robin, Aaron and Noel over to our picnic table. We had a great evening together sharing biking stories, telling what to expect from the various directions we each have come, warning of dogs in the south, etc. Ed made three bowls of popcorn which went well with the biking stories. It was about 9:30 when we all went to our abodes.
Back in the MH we soon discovered there are major down-sides to the water foul – bird crap every where we walked with our shoes picking it up and bringing it into the house and the three complaining about it on their bare feet. Another was the constant loud honking of the geese constantly chasing each other. Perhaps it is mating time and they are protecting their territory. With darkness we thought it would end, but no such thing. We wonder do they make such a constant fuss back at Landis Homes or are we too far away to hear it? As we went to sleep after ten we still heard them. I'll try to send photos.
Son Jim called and said he is feeling down today. He went to both the viewing and the funeral of 64 year old auctioneer Bob Martin. He said that is so sad and such a loss to him. Bob was such a warm caring guy on the board of the Open Door Youth Center and did a great job at their annual auction.
E&R pulled in about 3:30, much earlier than we expected so we had another nice long evening together. Ed began breaking up bread crusts and feeding the ducks which seemed to come running from everywhere. Somehow they spread the word. There were about ten of them. Then two Canada Geese came too, but they did not get nearly as close.
Around five we had a special treat. Three young men on bicycles pulled in. They are Canadians and taking the trip the opposite direction, from north to south. They began near Toronto instead of further north at the beginning of the route in Owen Sound. They just graduated from college and decided to do this to celebrate together. They made their own supper on a little canned heat they carried and set up their tents.
Miriam made chicken breasts with rice and I put together another salad. We had her delicious left over cottage cheese and coconut crust-less pie.
Rhoda noted that she has a disease that can readily be cured by stopping the bike about every hour and stretching. She has diagnosed and named it “Hynie-itis” It primarily affects the lower extremity that resides on the bicycle seat.
After our suppers we invited the three guys; Robin, Aaron and Noel over to our picnic table. We had a great evening together sharing biking stories, telling what to expect from the various directions we each have come, warning of dogs in the south, etc. Ed made three bowls of popcorn which went well with the biking stories. It was about 9:30 when we all went to our abodes.
Back in the MH we soon discovered there are major down-sides to the water foul – bird crap every where we walked with our shoes picking it up and bringing it into the house and the three complaining about it on their bare feet. Another was the constant loud honking of the geese constantly chasing each other. Perhaps it is mating time and they are protecting their territory. With darkness we thought it would end, but no such thing. We wonder do they make such a constant fuss back at Landis Homes or are we too far away to hear it? As we went to sleep after ten we still heard them. I'll try to send photos.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
We both pulled down and sent stuff to family and friends. It was so sad to note that Bob Martin (auctioneer) had passed away. He was a neat guy.
After showers and planning for tomorrow’s rendezvous we did three games of Rummikub – we’re havin fun now. We all hit the sack at 10:30.
Friday 4. Ed awoke us by singing “Rain Drops Keep Fallen On My Head.” It was raining again – yet. It soon stopped. Before we left Ed and I with cameras went a few feet over to take a photo of a large expensive motor home – probably around $400,000 – with the accompanying Hummer for a tow car, both with California Plates. We thought that was worth a photo.
Occasionally there was rain this morning. We drove them about ten miles down the road to where they had left of two days ago and at a Taco Bell unhitched the horse. After a fruitless search for Ed’s rain hat they were on their way.
When we went to pull out ten minutes latter we discovered the same troublesome little light was on at the dash. We checked and found the brake lights were out again and replaced the fuse. The Parking Brake was all right this time. We purchased some more fuses at an auto parts store and then went to Wal*Mart for a few more as well as groceries.
The GPS wanted send us back to near Cincinnati before sending us east to Maysville. We decided to follow the bike path. The scenery and the pavement were great but the roads were narrow, winding and very hilly. Rarely was it appropriate to go over thirty. About eleven we met them. They felt we should get back to the main road which we did.
The little park was just a grassy playground unfit for an RV. We requested permission to park at a Kmart. We have WiFi and I sent photos. E&R showed up at 4:05, much earlier than they anticipated.
After they cleaned up a bit it was agreed to drive down town and look around. There were many beautiful murals on the wall along the river depicting the history of the area including the freeing of slaves. We drove over to Aberdeen on the Ohio side and discovered a nice RV park along the river where we decided to stay.
We again saw many tugboats pushing barges, very long large ones. We also saw what appeared to be a dinner cruise boat, but it was dark and we were uncertain.
Rhoda announced that she wanted to play Password tonight, and so we did. We hit the sack about 10:30.
Saturday 5. We got up later than ever, 6:30 and had a leisurely breakfast. Miriam made grits with ham, cheese and eggs – delicious. After our Bible Reading prayer and singing they got on the road at 8:30 an hour later than usual. There was not too far to go today.
It was about ten when we left. We first went to the John Parker House in Ripley where a nice Black woman was just opening the house. She took us all through it and talked about the house and the life of Parker. He was a great deliverer of slaves and forwarded them on to John Rankin up the hill.
Next we went to the Ripley Museum. This was a disappointment as the focus was on the town with none that we could see on Parker or Rankin. We soon left.
From there we drove to the top of the hill to see the John Rankin house. What a view of the mighty Ohio River and the town of Ripley. A young white man was most interesting. Again and again he noted what a Brilliant man Parker was and how committed Rankin was to the cause of freeing the slave.
From there on we followed Annie (GPS) over the hills and around the curves until we arrived at the East Forks State Park near Williamsburg, Ohio. E&R arrived about three. They stopped in a bike shop today where the owner knew all about the tour and was giving leadership to a big four day celebration for the 18 riding through. Exciting!
They rode through a bit of rain today and once the roads were wet for a short distance.
Miriam made a wonderful casserole for supper and we finished of the coconut cream pie.
We watched the Kentucky Derby. This happened to be the only channel that came in really great.
After it was all over we worked at where to camp tomorrow night and agreed on Olive Branch near Oregonia, OH even though it is the most expensive to date, $35.
We agreed to lie in later tomorrow morning and then go to a Methodist or Presbyterian Church if such could be found.
Ed announced that we need to play a couple games of Rummikub. Again Miriam and Ed each took a game and we hit the sack by eleven.
Sunday 6. This was the latest we have gotten up to date, 7:45. We had a leisurely breakfast, read the scriptures and sang several morning hymns.
We all got dressed up for church and left at nine. Unfortunately the Methodists had worship at 9 and 11. So, we only got there in time for the message, a good one on loving and communion. A few people met us afterwards and welcomed us but not those sitting nearby. Interesting!
We drove to a factory that seemed to be out of business and on their parking pad the cyclists got into their riding gear and had E&R’s favorite lunch, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches plus apples. They were on the road about eleven.
We looked for a Wal*Mart but found a Meijer store, also super centers. We actually like them better than Wal*Marts. We got all we needed and arrived at the Olive Branch Campground about 1:30. Not only is this the most expensive campground to date it is one of the poorer. I needed to go back in and tell them the site they assigned is too muddy and the electric service too far to reach. Rather begrudgingly she gave me another site. She said they are under new management. Outside I heard one man tell another that he wants to invest money in this camp because it is bad shape. I wholeheartedly agree, but don’t charge excessive prices until improved. In their favor they do have wireless but it would not let me on.
Later when Miriam wanted to go to the bathroom it was locked. When we asked them about that we were informed they in too bad of shape to use and therefore closed. I again groaned about the cost. They offered to refund our payment and call another campground for us. It was less costly than this but six mile off the bike path. We decided to stay here unless E&R want to change.
E&R arrived about five, earlier than they or we expected. We all agreed to bit the bullet on the cost and stay. They were just in time for the dinner of “Sweet and Sauer Soy Beans” minus the soybeans with pinto beans. This is a most delicious More With Less recipe that Paul has been making for years, today with Miriam’s help who knows her way around this little kitchen.
We took a lot of time this evening nailing down tomorrow’s meeting place. I dug out our Mennonite Your Way Directory and we found a number of Mennonite homes in this area. We called a Stutzman couple, Enos and Mary, who list themselves as Amish-Mennonite. Rhoda with her Mast Amish background was eager to touch base here. We called a several times with only an answering machine.
I informed the gang that we needed to play several games of Rummikub to give Rhoda and me a chance to win. They kindly acquiesced and all won a game but poor Ed. We went to bed about 10:30.
Monday 7. The beginning of week four of pedaling and only about 700 mile of the 2100 to go. When I could not sleep this morning when another camper pulled out with his loud diesel about three or four, I did some calculations. If they average 60 miles per day they will be finished by the 21st and that includes two Sundays completely off. That will give time to visit some dear Canadian Friends if they are home and still be home by the weekend of the May 26-27. Great!
I thought it was cold yesterday morning but that did not compare to this morning. As Ed noted a couple weeks ago, we are not going to be getting away from this off and on cold as we move north with spring. I was cold in bed and too lazy to get up and pull down another blanket, so I just crawled a little closer to my bed heater of nearly 57 years – cozy.
The Bible reading in Rejoice was from Acts 16, the story of Paul’s call to Macedonia. Some lives stay on the same track through all of life. Others of us find our tracks, like Paul’s changed as God calls different directions numerous times, yes and even by trial and error. We sang, “This Is The Day The Lord Has Made,” …He calls the hours his own, let heaven rejoice let earth be glad and praise surround the throne. May our lives be so today.
Enos Stutzman had a call on our phone letting us know we are welcome to park at their place tonight. After calling him back we discovered it is about 5-10 miles off the path, more than the bikers like. But we decided to go for it just to be with some Mennos from this community. We plan to meet E&R in the town of London, load the bike and drive to the Stutzman’s. It should be interesting.
We all dressed much warmer this morning. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Ed took is pants off right in front of Miriam and I, imagine. He laughed and said not too worry as he still has his biking pants on. We find a lot to laugh at, especially with Rhoda’s frequent laughs. Then he added nylon leggings for the ride until it would become warmer latter today.
In addition to the cold it is quite breezy. Hopefully, for the bikers it is a tail wind. The sun is shinning brightly. Ever since we left the Ohio River we have been gaining elevation. By London we will have reached 1100 feet, the highest on our journey to date and likely part of the reason for it being colder. Here most of the leaves are pretty well out on the trees.
Today we should have some time to read the back side of the fourth set of bike maps – next to last. Very interesting material is provided about the areas being passed through, especially as it relates to the UR.
Today we met E&R in London, OH on the west side of town where the rails to trails ends. This trail runs from near Cincinnati to Cleveland diagonally across the state. Today’s path was such a blessing. While it was a constant increase in elevation it was all macadam and smooth. Yesterday there were a lot of other weekend bikers, hikers and horses. Today there were very few. There was a strong side wind from the south. So it was a delightful day. We asked the gentleman at the Shell Wholesale place for permission to park and wait by his lot where the trail spilled out onto the city streets. We had time for a nice nap before they arrived at 2:30 having done an easy 70 miles. May our Lancaster County leaders soon be able to put the old Low Grade Railroad into such a lovely rail.
The horse was loaded on back and we headed north about 12 miles for an interesting evening. Earlier we had consulted the Mennonite Your Way Directory (MYW) for lodging as there was no campground close to the bike path. However, in the end this home turned out to be further away than a campground but we wanted to do it.
We parked at the country home of Enos & Mary Stutzman. Mary welcomed us and told us to park by their implement barn where we hooked to water and electric. Enos is principal and full time teacher at a Mennonite school of 108, K-12. As soon as he got home he jumped on is tractor and went next door to his son’s house to level the topsoil being dumped for lawn. It was about six until he got home, had his supper and time to chat.
They are in their late sixties and have eight children all living nearby except the oldest, a daughter teaching in their mission program in Guatemala. They readily agreed to our taking their pictures. When we asked if the lovely Brick church almost across the road was theirs they said no, it is a Conservative Conference Church. He laughed and said, “We are part of a church several cuts below that.” He wears a little beard and in the MYW described them as “Amish-Mennonite.” We asked if they are the same group as Weavertown congregation in Lancaster County.” That was it. They are Beachy Amish.
Later he said would you like a nice picture of us? We readily agreed and waited while he went into the garage where there were stacks of boxes. Soon he came out and handed us two CD’s of music by he and his wife and several children. The songs were all ones he composed. While in the Gospel Music tradition they were quality songs. He also gave a book with the songs in that he composed. Ed asked if all those boxes were the CD’s. He said that in addition there were boxes of hymnals he had published which had only Christmas Hymns and in shaped notes. (John Kraybill, you’ll love this.) There are several selections from Handel’s Messiah (with shaped notes), excellent words to “Oh Christmas Tree,” and another classical number I’ve now forgotten. There was also a song that Rhoda’s family always sang at Christmas called “The Message,” significant to the Morgantown area. Of the 316 Christmas Hymns quite a number have arrangements by Enos. Longeneckers and Burkholders each had to have a book.
Mary has her own catering business and an enormous and beautiful lawn she cares for. They were delighted to have us and said they love traveling using the MYW directory. “Of course sometimes you get tired of being with people every night and then you get a motel,” she laughed. About eight he went to likely prepare for school tomorrow. What a busy man and what a couple! I hope to put their picture on this Blog.
In preparing for tomorrow we asked Enos if knew anyone in the Sparta area where we want to end tomorrow. He didn’t, so we returned to the MH to nail down a camp sight for tomorrow – over several bowls of popcorn, of course.
We are all feeling very tired tonight but being addicted to Rummikub we played three rounds and hit the sack by ten.
Tuesday 8. We got up late again, 7:30. It was so nice and quiet way out here in the country and another rather cool morning. We were on the road at 8:15 having stacked the dirty oatmeal dishes in the sink. Arriving back in London, OH the horse was unhitched, bridled and soon ready to shove off. It was about 8:45.
On the edge of town we found a Wal*Mart with a fuel station and diesel, so we loaded up and then purchased a few groceries. We don’t want poor Sam Walton’s descendents to go hungry.
Annie (GPS) sent us via Interstates 70, 270 and 71. We would have chosen other roads, but I guess that was best. The GPS really spoils us. It so nice seeing the little map and hearing Annie tell us every turn. We arrived at Autumn Lakes Campground about eleven. The sites look like they are in the birthing instead of autumn of life – quite crude. We had a difficult time getting a level site. The manager gave us some blocks and bricks to run the front end onto. When I turned the computer on there was no electric. They soon came and had us in business. It is a nice setting with a lake in front of us and Canada geese chasing each other. One goose seems very aggressive. Never before have I seen a goose dive under the water to get away from another goose and come up 10-15 feet away.
After showers and planning for tomorrow’s rendezvous we did three games of Rummikub – we’re havin fun now. We all hit the sack at 10:30.
Friday 4. Ed awoke us by singing “Rain Drops Keep Fallen On My Head.” It was raining again – yet. It soon stopped. Before we left Ed and I with cameras went a few feet over to take a photo of a large expensive motor home – probably around $400,000 – with the accompanying Hummer for a tow car, both with California Plates. We thought that was worth a photo.
Occasionally there was rain this morning. We drove them about ten miles down the road to where they had left of two days ago and at a Taco Bell unhitched the horse. After a fruitless search for Ed’s rain hat they were on their way.
When we went to pull out ten minutes latter we discovered the same troublesome little light was on at the dash. We checked and found the brake lights were out again and replaced the fuse. The Parking Brake was all right this time. We purchased some more fuses at an auto parts store and then went to Wal*Mart for a few more as well as groceries.
The GPS wanted send us back to near Cincinnati before sending us east to Maysville. We decided to follow the bike path. The scenery and the pavement were great but the roads were narrow, winding and very hilly. Rarely was it appropriate to go over thirty. About eleven we met them. They felt we should get back to the main road which we did.
The little park was just a grassy playground unfit for an RV. We requested permission to park at a Kmart. We have WiFi and I sent photos. E&R showed up at 4:05, much earlier than they anticipated.
After they cleaned up a bit it was agreed to drive down town and look around. There were many beautiful murals on the wall along the river depicting the history of the area including the freeing of slaves. We drove over to Aberdeen on the Ohio side and discovered a nice RV park along the river where we decided to stay.
We again saw many tugboats pushing barges, very long large ones. We also saw what appeared to be a dinner cruise boat, but it was dark and we were uncertain.
Rhoda announced that she wanted to play Password tonight, and so we did. We hit the sack about 10:30.
Saturday 5. We got up later than ever, 6:30 and had a leisurely breakfast. Miriam made grits with ham, cheese and eggs – delicious. After our Bible Reading prayer and singing they got on the road at 8:30 an hour later than usual. There was not too far to go today.
It was about ten when we left. We first went to the John Parker House in Ripley where a nice Black woman was just opening the house. She took us all through it and talked about the house and the life of Parker. He was a great deliverer of slaves and forwarded them on to John Rankin up the hill.
Next we went to the Ripley Museum. This was a disappointment as the focus was on the town with none that we could see on Parker or Rankin. We soon left.
From there we drove to the top of the hill to see the John Rankin house. What a view of the mighty Ohio River and the town of Ripley. A young white man was most interesting. Again and again he noted what a Brilliant man Parker was and how committed Rankin was to the cause of freeing the slave.
From there on we followed Annie (GPS) over the hills and around the curves until we arrived at the East Forks State Park near Williamsburg, Ohio. E&R arrived about three. They stopped in a bike shop today where the owner knew all about the tour and was giving leadership to a big four day celebration for the 18 riding through. Exciting!
They rode through a bit of rain today and once the roads were wet for a short distance.
Miriam made a wonderful casserole for supper and we finished of the coconut cream pie.
We watched the Kentucky Derby. This happened to be the only channel that came in really great.
After it was all over we worked at where to camp tomorrow night and agreed on Olive Branch near Oregonia, OH even though it is the most expensive to date, $35.
We agreed to lie in later tomorrow morning and then go to a Methodist or Presbyterian Church if such could be found.
Ed announced that we need to play a couple games of Rummikub. Again Miriam and Ed each took a game and we hit the sack by eleven.
Sunday 6. This was the latest we have gotten up to date, 7:45. We had a leisurely breakfast, read the scriptures and sang several morning hymns.
We all got dressed up for church and left at nine. Unfortunately the Methodists had worship at 9 and 11. So, we only got there in time for the message, a good one on loving and communion. A few people met us afterwards and welcomed us but not those sitting nearby. Interesting!
We drove to a factory that seemed to be out of business and on their parking pad the cyclists got into their riding gear and had E&R’s favorite lunch, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches plus apples. They were on the road about eleven.
We looked for a Wal*Mart but found a Meijer store, also super centers. We actually like them better than Wal*Marts. We got all we needed and arrived at the Olive Branch Campground about 1:30. Not only is this the most expensive campground to date it is one of the poorer. I needed to go back in and tell them the site they assigned is too muddy and the electric service too far to reach. Rather begrudgingly she gave me another site. She said they are under new management. Outside I heard one man tell another that he wants to invest money in this camp because it is bad shape. I wholeheartedly agree, but don’t charge excessive prices until improved. In their favor they do have wireless but it would not let me on.
Later when Miriam wanted to go to the bathroom it was locked. When we asked them about that we were informed they in too bad of shape to use and therefore closed. I again groaned about the cost. They offered to refund our payment and call another campground for us. It was less costly than this but six mile off the bike path. We decided to stay here unless E&R want to change.
E&R arrived about five, earlier than they or we expected. We all agreed to bit the bullet on the cost and stay. They were just in time for the dinner of “Sweet and Sauer Soy Beans” minus the soybeans with pinto beans. This is a most delicious More With Less recipe that Paul has been making for years, today with Miriam’s help who knows her way around this little kitchen.
We took a lot of time this evening nailing down tomorrow’s meeting place. I dug out our Mennonite Your Way Directory and we found a number of Mennonite homes in this area. We called a Stutzman couple, Enos and Mary, who list themselves as Amish-Mennonite. Rhoda with her Mast Amish background was eager to touch base here. We called a several times with only an answering machine.
I informed the gang that we needed to play several games of Rummikub to give Rhoda and me a chance to win. They kindly acquiesced and all won a game but poor Ed. We went to bed about 10:30.
Monday 7. The beginning of week four of pedaling and only about 700 mile of the 2100 to go. When I could not sleep this morning when another camper pulled out with his loud diesel about three or four, I did some calculations. If they average 60 miles per day they will be finished by the 21st and that includes two Sundays completely off. That will give time to visit some dear Canadian Friends if they are home and still be home by the weekend of the May 26-27. Great!
I thought it was cold yesterday morning but that did not compare to this morning. As Ed noted a couple weeks ago, we are not going to be getting away from this off and on cold as we move north with spring. I was cold in bed and too lazy to get up and pull down another blanket, so I just crawled a little closer to my bed heater of nearly 57 years – cozy.
The Bible reading in Rejoice was from Acts 16, the story of Paul’s call to Macedonia. Some lives stay on the same track through all of life. Others of us find our tracks, like Paul’s changed as God calls different directions numerous times, yes and even by trial and error. We sang, “This Is The Day The Lord Has Made,” …He calls the hours his own, let heaven rejoice let earth be glad and praise surround the throne. May our lives be so today.
Enos Stutzman had a call on our phone letting us know we are welcome to park at their place tonight. After calling him back we discovered it is about 5-10 miles off the path, more than the bikers like. But we decided to go for it just to be with some Mennos from this community. We plan to meet E&R in the town of London, load the bike and drive to the Stutzman’s. It should be interesting.
We all dressed much warmer this morning. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Ed took is pants off right in front of Miriam and I, imagine. He laughed and said not too worry as he still has his biking pants on. We find a lot to laugh at, especially with Rhoda’s frequent laughs. Then he added nylon leggings for the ride until it would become warmer latter today.
In addition to the cold it is quite breezy. Hopefully, for the bikers it is a tail wind. The sun is shinning brightly. Ever since we left the Ohio River we have been gaining elevation. By London we will have reached 1100 feet, the highest on our journey to date and likely part of the reason for it being colder. Here most of the leaves are pretty well out on the trees.
Today we should have some time to read the back side of the fourth set of bike maps – next to last. Very interesting material is provided about the areas being passed through, especially as it relates to the UR.
Today we met E&R in London, OH on the west side of town where the rails to trails ends. This trail runs from near Cincinnati to Cleveland diagonally across the state. Today’s path was such a blessing. While it was a constant increase in elevation it was all macadam and smooth. Yesterday there were a lot of other weekend bikers, hikers and horses. Today there were very few. There was a strong side wind from the south. So it was a delightful day. We asked the gentleman at the Shell Wholesale place for permission to park and wait by his lot where the trail spilled out onto the city streets. We had time for a nice nap before they arrived at 2:30 having done an easy 70 miles. May our Lancaster County leaders soon be able to put the old Low Grade Railroad into such a lovely rail.
The horse was loaded on back and we headed north about 12 miles for an interesting evening. Earlier we had consulted the Mennonite Your Way Directory (MYW) for lodging as there was no campground close to the bike path. However, in the end this home turned out to be further away than a campground but we wanted to do it.
We parked at the country home of Enos & Mary Stutzman. Mary welcomed us and told us to park by their implement barn where we hooked to water and electric. Enos is principal and full time teacher at a Mennonite school of 108, K-12. As soon as he got home he jumped on is tractor and went next door to his son’s house to level the topsoil being dumped for lawn. It was about six until he got home, had his supper and time to chat.
They are in their late sixties and have eight children all living nearby except the oldest, a daughter teaching in their mission program in Guatemala. They readily agreed to our taking their pictures. When we asked if the lovely Brick church almost across the road was theirs they said no, it is a Conservative Conference Church. He laughed and said, “We are part of a church several cuts below that.” He wears a little beard and in the MYW described them as “Amish-Mennonite.” We asked if they are the same group as Weavertown congregation in Lancaster County.” That was it. They are Beachy Amish.
Later he said would you like a nice picture of us? We readily agreed and waited while he went into the garage where there were stacks of boxes. Soon he came out and handed us two CD’s of music by he and his wife and several children. The songs were all ones he composed. While in the Gospel Music tradition they were quality songs. He also gave a book with the songs in that he composed. Ed asked if all those boxes were the CD’s. He said that in addition there were boxes of hymnals he had published which had only Christmas Hymns and in shaped notes. (John Kraybill, you’ll love this.) There are several selections from Handel’s Messiah (with shaped notes), excellent words to “Oh Christmas Tree,” and another classical number I’ve now forgotten. There was also a song that Rhoda’s family always sang at Christmas called “The Message,” significant to the Morgantown area. Of the 316 Christmas Hymns quite a number have arrangements by Enos. Longeneckers and Burkholders each had to have a book.
Mary has her own catering business and an enormous and beautiful lawn she cares for. They were delighted to have us and said they love traveling using the MYW directory. “Of course sometimes you get tired of being with people every night and then you get a motel,” she laughed. About eight he went to likely prepare for school tomorrow. What a busy man and what a couple! I hope to put their picture on this Blog.
In preparing for tomorrow we asked Enos if knew anyone in the Sparta area where we want to end tomorrow. He didn’t, so we returned to the MH to nail down a camp sight for tomorrow – over several bowls of popcorn, of course.
We are all feeling very tired tonight but being addicted to Rummikub we played three rounds and hit the sack by ten.
Tuesday 8. We got up late again, 7:30. It was so nice and quiet way out here in the country and another rather cool morning. We were on the road at 8:15 having stacked the dirty oatmeal dishes in the sink. Arriving back in London, OH the horse was unhitched, bridled and soon ready to shove off. It was about 8:45.
On the edge of town we found a Wal*Mart with a fuel station and diesel, so we loaded up and then purchased a few groceries. We don’t want poor Sam Walton’s descendents to go hungry.
Annie (GPS) sent us via Interstates 70, 270 and 71. We would have chosen other roads, but I guess that was best. The GPS really spoils us. It so nice seeing the little map and hearing Annie tell us every turn. We arrived at Autumn Lakes Campground about eleven. The sites look like they are in the birthing instead of autumn of life – quite crude. We had a difficult time getting a level site. The manager gave us some blocks and bricks to run the front end onto. When I turned the computer on there was no electric. They soon came and had us in business. It is a nice setting with a lake in front of us and Canada geese chasing each other. One goose seems very aggressive. Never before have I seen a goose dive under the water to get away from another goose and come up 10-15 feet away.
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