BOSTON AREA – 14-17 SEPTEMBER 2011 – “The Regulars are Coming”

Posted on September 15, 2011 by Ray Boas

More learning, more adventures, more tempus fugit.   I arrived at

Minute Man Statue on the Battle Green, Lexington

David’s Wednesday afternoon so I could learn Alex’s daily routine before David headed to DC to catch up with Mari at a conference.  We picked Alex up at his afterschool program “Kid’s Corner” and took him to his swimming lesson, afterwards had dinner at a Mexican restaurant that has been one of David’s favorites for over 15 years.  Returning home I jotted notes on the evening and morning routines (aren’t we all creatures of habit loving routine?) and was ready to take over.  In my note to neighbors that I was going to be gone again I mentioned that the thought came to me to spend Thursday in Lexington, Massachusetts (I experienced the American Revolution in Concord a few years ago so I was overdue for Lexington) and on the drive here I said, “hey, Ray, why not go to Lowell on Friday and explore the Lowell National Historical Park with the industrial and textile museums.  My daytime plans were set while Alex was in school.

Thursday, September 15th we walked Alex to school, David headed to the airport, and I read awhile before I skipped over to Lexington to the National Heritage Museum and its exhibit, “Sowing the Seeds of  Liberty: Lexington and the American Revolution.”  What I did not know (and is not mentioned in the advertising literature) is that the museum was founded by and is supported by the 32 Degree Scottish Rite Freemasons in the Northern Masonic Jurisdiction.   The facility is located on a gorgeous property, exquisite buildings, and obviously well endowed.  The more I read about the French and Indian Wars, and the beginnings of the American Revolution the more solidified the events become in my mind, and this fine permanent exhibit helped with solidifying my understanding.  I spent almost two hours enjoying the varied exhibits (many of which utilize the extensive Masonic collections the museum holds) ranging from costumes and Masonic regalia, and a “curator’s choice” featuring many varied items but well arranged presenting cultural reflections of the times.  An easy drive, less than two hours from Walpole, may I recommend that you add this museum to your list.

I then travelled less than a mile downtown to get a sandwich, and found town overrun with kids.  While in a deli ordering a wrap I asked a young patron, “why so many kids in town?”  He told me it was a half day of school.  Wrap in hand I exited to walk to the Battle Green to eat only to be met by pouring rain.  Hey, I’m easy.  I waited for a stool, ate my wrap, and scooted between rain-drops to the car to get my umbrella, and then back to explore the Historic Train Depot where I read about the history of Lexington as it developed from a farm community to a bedroom suburb with the help of the railroad whose roadbed is now the Bike Path/Rail Trail – The Minuteman Bikeway –  (again worth the trip). 

Next on my list for the day (and now on yours) was the three historic houses owned by The Lexington Historical Society:  The societies’ tour, FIRST SHOT: THE LEXINGTON REVOLUTIONARY EXPERIENCE  includes: The Buckman Tavern on the common where the militia gathered; the Hancock-Clarke House which was Paul Revere’s destination to warn John Hancock and Samuel Adams of the impending danger; and the Munroe Tavern that the British used briefly as a field hospital on their retreat to Boston, and where Washington had dinner in 1789 (I did not sit in the chair he sat in while eating, but stood inches from it!).  The tour of the three buildings is very well done, with well trained docents providing a perfect insight to the events on that fateful day.  You must just experience it.  So many “fast facts” and by seeing where the events happened it becomes real and understandable.  And it was a full day when I finished up shortly before 5 with time to get to “Kids Corner” to pick up Alex at 5:15 (I was a few minutes early).

Munroe Tavern showing 1830 era Flower Garden - I still am struggling with the design of a Colonial Kitchen garden off my porch.

So often I learn fascinating facts such as the derivation of words, terms and customs only to lose them again, but I remembered three such items at the Buckman Tavern and quickly wrote down hints to remember to share them with you.  Prior to a formal postal service letters would be carried by most anyone from one tavern to another to be retrieved.  A letter coming or going was often attached to the corner post on a bar “cage” in the taproom – thus a “letter was posted.”   I saw some Plexiglas covering something on the old wooden boards that had been exposed during restoration, and asked what was being protected.  The docent pointed to some faint chalk marks which she explained were notes of bar tabs, and then proceeded to explain how important it was to record properly whether the customer received a pint or quart, thus the expression, “mind your p’s and q’s!”  And then she proceeded to point out the parts of a rifle on the wall indicating the lock (for the flint), stock and the barrel – the whole being “lock, stock and barrel.”  Such fun.

Well, David just called, and I reported all was well here.  He gets back late afternoon so we will pick up Alex together, and my plan is to spend the day in Lowell with the thought that I will not be able to “do it all” but never having been there this is a start.  Good night, RAY

Standing Guard outside the National Heritage Museum

SATURDAY NIGHT – 17 SEPTEMBER – Back Home

Please don’t think I am always telling you my experiences are great no matter what, fortunately they have been, but believe me, if I “bomb” on something I will tell you what I thought, and it will be just my opinion.  Having said that, Friday in Lowell, MA, and today in Newport, RI were fabulous.

Friday morning getting Alex off to school went just like clockwork and we arrived as the bell was ringing having gotten everything done to have him ready to go for the day.  David called me while I was walking back to his house – somehow I thought he would and I had my TracFone with me, and now I know how to answer it.  When I got into the house Mari called to check too, and I reaffirmed all went very well.  Shortly I hopped in my car and headed north for Lowell a tad over a half hour away, and an easy drive.  Early nineteenth-century Lowell was internationally known as a model city and initiated a successful beginning for the American Industrial Revolution.  Sited at the intersection of the Merrimack and Concord Rivers, the drop provided powerful waterpower for the expanding textile mills, and soon canals were dug to increase the flow to the water wheels and turbines to supply more and more mills.  In this early construction space was set aside for parks and walks along the natural and man-made waterways, and many exist to this day.  As you know I am not a city person, but just as I feel about Istanbul and Vancouver (and always London) I am anxious to return.  Lowell in the 21st century, I feel, is a model now for successful urban renewal.  The textile mills came on hard times in the late 1950s and 1960s, and moved or closed forever.  The city was a disaster, deserted mills and housing everywhere, but as I toured the museums and strolled around (for 5 hours) I was impressed by the neat and tidy look and the well preserved and restored 19th and early 20th century architecture.  Even the few vacant storefronts needed a double look to see that they were in fact vacant. 

Clock Tower at Boott Cotton Mills -- Life was dictated by the sound of the bells

At the National Park Visitor Center I viewed the film on the development of Lowell, and then walked over to the exhibit at the Boott Cotton Mills Museum (also part of the National Park Service).  This exhibit in the original mill showed the various operations in making textile cloth with running equipment on the first floor and museum exhibits on the second. There was an additional film there on the Industrial Revolution in the US.  Now here comes some honesty – I am not “into textile mills.”  Having specialized since 1980 in business and financial history books I cannot get enough education on the development of industries, but the technicalities of textile manufacture I can pass through quickly. 

Walking through the main city shopping area I chose to eat lunch at La Boniche  on Merrimack Street and had the Grilled Pork with Orange-Hazelnut Butter over roasted zucchini and roasted potatoes.  It was a great choice.  I then headed to the Mill Girls and Immigrants Exhibit housed in one of the remaining company owned boarding houses for the mill workers.  Originally in the 1830s and 1840s young New England farm girls were recruited to work in the mills, but starting in the 1840s with the Irish Famine immigrants began arriving followed by one nationality after another with each settling in separate areas in the city giving rise to the ethnic neighborhoods.

Architecture and Street Lights - A Window Reflection (finding my photographic calling)

Do you note how my travels this year to Ireland (visiting emigration sites there) and earlier this month to the coal regions in Pennsylvania (which I still owe you a blog on) tie together with the movement of people to find work here to survive?  Having arrived at 10 AM it was now 3 PM and I wanted to head back to meet David upon his return from DC so we could pick up Alex together.  I still have more to do in Lowell, it is easy to get to, and you should “check it out.”

This morning, the 17th, we head off to the Newport (RI) International Boat Show.  David has had his 33 foot sailboat for 10 years, and last was at this show when Alex was one, 5 years ago.  I am always up for Newport, and last enjoyed two days there in Spring of 2010.  I took Cathy there shortly after we married to get her military ID card, and I lived there

Alex with his Del's Lemonade - a Rhode Island tradition. This could have been David 35 years ago when the Del's truck would pass our house, bell clanging to summon the kids.

(actually on the other side of the bay) in the early 1970s while with Operation Deep Freeze, and I later ran the Navy Finance Office in Newport.  My Navy experience however goes all the way back to 1964 on a reserve cruise on the USS Sullivans DD-537 when I went to Provincetown, PEI, Canada to represent the US during the 100th Anniversary of the Confederation of Canada, and my first midshipman cruise left Newport following my Freshman year in college.  It was a three hour round trip and we spent five hours at the show and walking in Newport.  David could not believe we were gone so long, I told him that actually an eight hour day is a short travelling day for me.

Well, I made a mental note of something I wanted to say, but forgot (age? No!! just too much on the mind!).  On the drive home I decided I should count the nights I have stayed at David’s this year in my vacation count of nights away from home.  As a result, in 2011 I will be spending more than one sixth of the year away and on vacation.  Enjoyable yes, fills the time enjoyably, yes; but, somehow something I wish Cathy could be enjoying with me, but I know she is with me on these sojourns.  Still wish I could figure out if I was running from something or to something.  But once my next to Canada trip is over, and then the Portugal trip to Fatima (oh, I need a Red Lion Inn fix too) we will get started with our 4th annual production of A CHRISTMAS CAROL, and this contribution to the community is such a pleasure, but sadly will be over before it begins.  All for now, thanks again for putting up with my ramblings, as always, yours, RAY

PS – I love old diners, and found two in downtown Lowell, here is one.

Paradise Diner - Lowell, Mass - one of two diners I passed - "oh, nostalgia!"

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11 SEPTEMBER 2011 – A DAY OFF – TR3ing

Posted on September 11, 2011 by Ray Boas

Yesterday, Saturday, I decided to go to Mass and then close out the weeks work so I could feel liberated to take Sunday off.  As sad as is today’s anniversary, I knew I could not stay glued to the news all day.  All right, before you say anything I have been home 4 whole days since I have last been “vacationing,” so it is “about time!”  My plan was to have breakfast at one of my favorite spots, the bakery in Proctorsville, Vermont, and then head off to again enjoy Calvin Coolidges’s birthplace in Plymouth – in “Black Beauty” of course, she has been begging to get out.  To be safe I checked (on-line, of course) and found that although Plymouth was safe, the historical site was closed because you cannot get there due to storm damage.  So, what do to?  Go to sleep, and something will occur to me when I get up.  And, it did!

Last time I crossed Massachusetts Route 2 West to East in June 2010 – The Mohawk Trail – I stumbled onto a sign that is part of the genesis of the name of this site – SHUNPIKE.  It has been my intention to use an image of that sign in the masthead to this site, so what is better than to deadhead (maybe an hour plus drive, remember I have no use for a timepiece) down to Charlemont, Massachusetts and get my images.  Off I went shortly before 11 AM.  Yes, even Route 2 is closed because of Irene, but I could get to Charlemont, and took many images which I will eventually work into a new masthead (Scott told me how I can make my own).

I turned around to head to Shelburne Falls to get a bite to eat.  Now I must tell you that the Mohawk Trail (Route 2) is the first designated Scenic Road, a designation it received in 1914, and it became a very famous tourist route complete with the quintessential roadside Americana.  My original plan with

Vanishing Roadside Americana on the Mohawk Trail

my site was to focus on Shunpiking on the back roads, the “blue routes,” that still retain some of their original character, and to also provide history on many of these old enjoyable roads in New England, but that can always come as we “armchair shunpike” this winter.  I know there is at least “one book in me” documenting these routes, so “stay tuned.”

Coming in from the West on Route 2 there is a back road (on the Buckland side of the Deerfield River) to get to Shelburne Falls which I took.  Arriving in the village I found the bridge closed to vehicle traffic, and continued up the hill to turn around, and the spot I selected was the back path to the Trolley Museum.  Famous, well signed, for whatever reason (probably for our shopping and eating instead in the village) I have never gone these few extra tenths of a mile to see the museum in the old rail yards.  WOW – Worth the trip, not to mention the price.  The little museum giving the history of the Shelburne Falls & Colrain Street Railway is free, and for $3 you can ride the original restored 1910 trolley and work the hand truck down the tracks and

Shelburne Falls & Colrain Street Railway Number 10

back.  Now, you may have seen a railroad hand truck before, but I guarantee you, I have travelled extensively in my “short” life, and I have not seen a moving hand truck, let alone one that you can propel yourself.  I had the chance, and you know me by now – here I am (volunteer saw my camera and said, “would you like me to take your picture?). 

Me and Handtruck - (guess who is which!) - What Fun!!

Trolley is half baggage, and half passengers - very unusual !!!

I really enjoyed this unplanned serendipitous stop, and will stop in again.  Upon leaving it started to rain (not in the plan), and I toured along this side of the river looking at Irene damage before circling around back to the other side of the river into the main street area.  Rain was getting heavier and I actually used my wind screen wiper blades three times (cockpit of “Black Beauty” does not get wet if you keep moving), but I soon pulled into a drive-in bank.  I do not ever need one, but it is a good spot to park in the rain, at least in non-banking hours.  Leaving “Black Beauty” under the bank canopy I walked

Rare image - "Black Beauty" under cover

around a tad, and had a tuna salad grinder, after all it was 3:30 – time does get away from you while shunpiking.  To be truthful, there were fewer people in town than I had ever seen before, and I have visited Shelburne Falls many times in the past 16 years, yes, and I even bought the contents of an out-of-print bookstore that was closing there in the late 1990s.

I headed East on Route 2 to pickup Route 63 North back towards New Hampshire.  Shunpiking, of course, too bad I-91 is free – NOT.  If there was a toll I would truly be shunpiking!  Northfield, Massachusetts is a delightful village and worth the trip, but from there I followed Route 10 to Keene since from experience I have learned that Route 63 from Hinsdale, NH to Chesterfield, NH is not TR3 friendly.  On my last trip down Route 63 the road made washboards look like pancakes – airborne is fun in a Triumph, but not when you face the next bump head on!  I stopped in Winchester to take a few images to send to an old friend in California who will be going there for some genealogy research (is he in for a surprise), and my steady strong pace brought me back home at 6PM.  A full enjoyable day, made even better by working with my images and writing about the day to “relive it!”   I have also been working on documenting my learning adventures on Labor Day and the following Tuesday this past week at Eckley Miner’s Village, Steamtown USA, and the Anthracite Heritage Museum.  So much to share, I will get it down in time.  Thanks so much for spending some time with me again, as always, yours, RAY

"Here's Looking at You!' -- Good Night !

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POCONO MOUNTAINS – SUNDAY 4 September 2011

Posted on September 4, 2011 by Ray Boas

Overlooking the lake as I write

No one else is up, and I am sitting on the deck overlooking the lake.  Scott and Betty purchased the best spot on the lake in this community in 1995 and built their “mountain house.”  Best spot because their land is heavily wooded and juts out just enough so you do not see any other signs of civilization.  When they visited this year for Old Home Days they said, “Ray, why don’t you come down to the Mountain House on Labor Day.”  Without hesitation, I replied, “sounds great.”  So here I am with Scott, Betty, and Rich, (Scott’s best friend since kindergarten) on a relaxed no agenda weekend plus.  In case you got your maps out, I am close to where I-81 and I-80 intersect. And, if you forgot, Scott and Cathy worked together, and Betty and Cathy shopped together.  Many years ago Cathy and I spent several days including New Year’s Eve here with them, but this is my first visit without snow.

I left on Friday morning, later than planned since I fortunately had more than the usual number of  book orders coming in during the night.  Having grown up in Connecticut, and again living there from 1995 to 2002, I know all the ways to avoid NYC, and remember I have always been a shunpiker.  Driving I-91 is usually a breeze until you get to Springfield, Massachusetts, except it was closed from Greenfield to below Deerfield, and the detour takes you down the old route 5.  First travelled there in 1963 in my 1929 Model A Ford Roadster, and I still remember the pouring rain as I travelled through Deerfield Village – the sidecurtains were leaking – yes I was shunpiking even then.  Back on I-91, I picked up the MassPike and headed west exiting at Exit 1 where I jogged over to NY Route 22 (always a favorite) and up in this countryside I had it absolutely to myself.  I headed south to NY Route 23 to jog over to the Taconic State Parkway – another isolated favorite – and continued south to I-84 to again head west to Scranton, Pennsylvania.  The advantage of going this way is to avoid even Hartford and Waterbury and Danbury on I-84 in Connecticut, and I pick up I-84 after it has turned north again before going due west – saved mileage and time, but remember, if you are “out for the ride” time does not really matter.  I arrived about 4PM ahead of Scott and Betty, but Rich was happily at rest.

Yesterday, Saturday I think it was, along with their neighbors Tom and Ann, we headed to Bill’s Old Bike Barn ( http://www.billsbikebarn.com/ ) that Scott had read about and first visited earlier this summer.  Now Scott and I are similar in appreciating the old roads, and true Roadside Americana.  Kitsch, yes, but fond memories of the past and a chance to be entertained using your own mind instead of Disney created or computer generated animation.  Bill’s museum is up the drive behind his motorcycle parts and repair shop – just turn at the 20 foot plus high jousters on horses, and follow the huge fiberglass dinosaurs up the hill (something I guess I need for my side yard on the common).  Now you may know that I collect many things in many areas of collecting, as did my Dad, but when I walked into Bill’s museum ($5 admission) I could not move as I was overwhelmed with wonderful “eye candy.” 

The Main Room - So Much to See

Everywhere you looked was another treasure, mainly with a motorcycle theme, but well organized thematically.  And what happens if you want to collect cameras, toys, Avon bottles, acquire a bar from the 1939 NY World’s Fair, shaving equipment, and on and on? 

Part of the Main Street

 You simply add a wing, build a main street with different storefronts and display those collections in a store setting.  It even works for a World’s Fair collection.  Think I will just add a few images to give you a flavor. 

Part of the World's Fair Exhibit - Also something I collect, and have a great deal of

Looking Down at the World's Fair Shop

Scott, Betty and Rich at the Toy Store on Main Street

After 2 plus hours all our senses were overloaded. It was time to head back to relax some more.

But not for long.  Off Scott, Rich and I headed on the lake.  Well, going out in a canoe and a kayak is still relaxing. 

 

Scott and I were in the canoe, and Rich was in his kayak.

Yours truly, Scott, and Rich in Kayak

 At one point I looked over to talk with Rich, and said, “what is that attached in front of you?”  Now, Rich has all the toys and he replied, “this is a GPS so I can track how far we travel.”  Our elapsed paddling was 2.7 miles – I was disappointed that his readout was not in hundredths of a mile.  What do you do after relaxing on the lake? 

Scott and his special brew.

Well, it is time to relax in front of campfire and watch Scott work up his special batch of chili.  Soon Tom and Ann arrived, Tom’s brother and his wife travelling back from Upper Michigan on their way home to Maryland stopped in, and soon it was 1 AM.

I started this tale many relaxing hours ago and it is now mid-afternoon.  We enjoyed brunch, the sun is going in and out with occasional rain-drops, but what does it matter.  Scott just happens to have a device called an “air-card” that plugs into his computer giving us access to the internet (thanks Microsoft), so I did get a chance to check emails, and soon I will transfer this “blog” and my images to his computer to go on-line and do a posting.  The fun thing, no plans for the rest of today and tomorrow, but I do have three books with me.  Rich and Betty just started playing Parchessi, and Scott is working with his 300 images he took at Indianapolis last weekend while he and Rich were there for the motorcycle races (Rich develops the fuels for NASCAR and racing bikes).  On Tuesday when I leave I came up with the idea of stopping at STEAMTOWN that Scranton stole from us.  I have never been, and this will be the perfect opportunity to stop.  I will then follow my route back up through New York State, cut over to Great Barrington, Massachusetts to favorite shops there, and my timing should be just perfect to have dinner at The Red Lion Inn.  Yes, I even put a sport coat in the van so I could dress as I want for dinner.

So, that is a quick update.  Enjoy your holiday Labor Day weekend, and relax – I have learned how to, believe it or not.  As always, yours, RAY

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LAST FULL DAY IN VANCOUVER – 21 AUGUST 2011

Posted on August 22, 2011 by Ray Boas

Did I tell you that I LOVE VANCOUVER?  Did I also tell you that I have good fortune with timing?  Well, I know how that happens, and I will never take what He does for granted, and I constantly thank  Him for watching over me.  I have found that first reviewing the pictures I took during the day helps my memory as to what I did.  The few images in this post I have selected from just under 100 I took today – boy is my new Canon S95 handy!

At breakfast I talked with a couple from the Ukraine, and a mother and daughter from Dubai, and then I had a full 11 hour day “on the run.”  The SkyTrain Canada Line that I have been travelling is actually a subway in our parlance.  I have been riding in the front seat watching ahead in the tunnel.  Today I suddenly remembered that this is what I always did in New York City, either when visiting my grandparents, or when by myself.  And today I repeated another favorite thing of mine from decades ago.  I would travel by the New Haven Railroad to Grand Central Station, get on the subway to Battery Park, get on the Staten Island Ferry for 5 cents, ride to Staten Island, not get off, and return on that same nickel.  Once a “shunpiker” always a “shunpiker.” Guess I am “dating myself!”  On the weekend in Vancouver it is the same fare rate regardless of zone you are travelling on the SkyTrain, so I paid my $1.75 waited a minute for my train, arrived at Waterfront Station and walked to the SeaBus to North Vancouver.  Of course I only waited a few moments for the ferry that crosses the bay in 12 minutes, takes 3 minutes to offload and load (what an efficient in one side out the opposite system!) and then a 12 minute return. 

 

Arriving Back to Downtown - Terminal to Left - Canada Place to Right

 

Next on my schedule was to go to the unique (and it was) Capilano Suspension Bridge Park.  I walked back to Canada Place, the shuttle bus was there, I walked up and got the almost last seat before it left moments later – timing/no lost time.  A tourist attraction for almost 100 years, I was very impressed and pleased that I went, and I spent almost 3 hours exploring, and of course reading the history in that part of the exhibit.  As an aside, if the Statue of Liberty was in the gorge, as you cross the bridge you would look into her eyes.

Yes, me on the Cliffwalk 300 feet in space

The Clikffwalk  has been only open 2 months, and I was advised to head there first, but to be truthful I never felt overwhelmed with people here.  The Tree House walk was so different I had to do it, and I would go again!!! 

Just part of the Treehouse Walk - A Squirrel's Eye View

I exited at about 1:30 PM having spent an enjoyable almost 3 hours, and of course, only had to wait a few minutes for the shuttle bus to arrive.

I thought I would head over to the Chinese Garden after walking though Gastown, but decided just to enjoy this original part of the city in more depth instead, and I did.  The largest attraction in Vancouver is the old steam driven clock, and my timing was right to get this image of tourists watching it play a 16 note tune on the hour.

The famous, most photographed Vancouver landmark - The Steam Clock

I spent some time in Gastown working on my new hobby – “Windowscapes.” 

I wanted this Flatiron Building, but anyone can take that image. Then I turned around and...

 

Back I went to Canada Place to catch my trolley’s Red Line to revisit Stanley Park, and get to the stop where I would walk to the False Creek Ferry and use my free pass to cross the creek to Granville Island for the Market and the boutique shops.  I arrived on the island after 5 PM.  Did I tell you that one of my favorite things is taking images at marketplaces?  Well, so far the vegetable and fruit market in Montreal tops all, and the Bazaar in Istanbul is fantastic for colors and textures of spices and other items, so the market here is not my favorite, but still worthwhile.  I had another bite to eat here, and then walked about an hour along the waterfront and through some parks back to my B&B.

Market Mushrooms

Still need to work on my plans for tomorrow.  I have a 4:10 PM flight which I of course do not want to miss, so I will not run too hard.  BUT, I want to get back soon as there is so much to enjoy in the area like a train trip to Whistler, Vancouver Island and Victoria, and so much more here in Vancouver itself.  SO, help me!!!  If you see any airline sales to Seattle or Portland for $49 or $99, let me know.  From either of these spots it is an easy Amtrak ride to Vancouver, and then adventure – I would do it for even just 4-5 days.  Anyone game?

I arrive in Montreal Monday night at Midnight and have about 8 hours before my bus back to Burlington, so, assuming I can get “on-line” at the airport in Montreal you will hear from me.

Goodnight from Vancouver

Good night from Vancouver, as always, RAY

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LAST FULL DAY ON THE CANADIAN TRAIN – 19 AUGUST 2011 – and FIRST DAY IN VANCOUVER

Posted on August 21, 2011 by Ray Boas

As you know I arrived in Edmonton over two hours late, but not being sure if the time would be made up when I went to bed, I still got up shortly after 5 so I would be ready to hop off and post my blog at the station.  Because of the planned 6:30 AM arrival in Edmonton and then the 1 PM arrival in Jasper instead of  breakfast and lunch, a brunch was served from 7:30 until Noon with the evening meal starting with the first seating at 5:30.  Coffee and rolls were available starting at 6:30, and that is what I had and then went to watch the scenery in the dome car until arrival in Edmonton.  The train station is no longer downtown since that land was sold for development, and it is now on the outskirts adjacent to the rail yards.  We backed in off the main line, I hoped off, and shortly the train disconnected to add the Panorama Car. 

Friday Brunch Aboard THE CANADIAN

When I re-boarded shortly after 10 I headed down to breakfast, afterwards I walked down to the Panorama Car and enjoyed the views while reading for awhile.   Finishing a light mystery there I then studied a camera manual in my room before heading back to the Dome Observation with another book to watch the views entering the Canadian Rockies as we approached Jasper.  We arrived in Jasper, only 3 hours later than scheduled, after side-tracking for even more freight trains. 

The Panorama Car

 

Entering the Canadian Rockies towards Jasper

 

Arriving at the Jasper Station

We had 45 minutes in Jasper, which was enough for me to see the typical winter resort shops.Inside the station on a board was the consist (list and order of cars on a train) and a few car diagrams.  I took images (which I often do at museums etc. to reread later) but thought I would show you the layout of my Chateau style car.  

Layout of a Budd Company Chateau Car

 My roomette is Number 6, and you can see there are a few cabins, and on the left are berths (shown in yellow) which are beds at night, and folded up to be seats during the day, but only if the both occupants agree to that I understand.

Ready to Reboard in Jasper

When I re-boarded I again retreated to the Dome Observation with book in hand to read prior to dinner, but ended up talking with a woman who boarded in Jasper following a Road Scholar hiking trip in the mountains there.  From Cambridge, Mass, it was interesting listening to her travels and sharing mine.  After dinner I returned to the Dome Observation hoping for mountain views but the area was wooded and not rocky.  Having set my clock back another hour it is now 10PM Mountain Time, so I may turn in now and plan to get up about 4 AM to see what views there are.  I had a stranger leave a comment on my blog the other day saying he took this train last month, and the best views are Friday Night/Saturday Morning between 2-3AM, so if we are two hours late 4 AM may work.

It is now 8PM Saturday in Vancouver, I am on my third floor porch overlooking downtown Vancouver and have had a full and wonderful day, so let me tell you about it.

I have been up since 3:45 AM this morning.   As I mentioned, a stranger left a comment on my “blog” saying that he had been on The Canadian in July, and the best views were between 2 and 3 AM Friday/Saturday night coming down along the river.  Since we were about two hours behind schedule when I turned in at 10:30 PM after writing the above, I figured it would be safe to be up by 4AM which I did.  As I awoke I thought I saw snow on the ground out my window but it could have been a trick by the moon and stars.  I headed up to the Panorama Car and in the darkness could see cliffs on my right, and a steep drop to the river on my left.  The sound of the train’s wheels indicated that we were on some tight turns, and at many points I could look forward and see the engines, and look back and see the rear cars – not quite a half circle, but a pronounced comma for sure.  About 4:30 AM I thought I would catch about 1 ½ hours rest, but as I laid in my bed looking out the window I said, “Ray, how many times are you going to be doing this?”  So, I shaved, cleaned up and dressed again and headed to the Dome Observation car, where except for breakfast (wait, I was looking out the window the whole time),

Towards Vancouver - 6AM Saturday 20 August

It ends up that we had lost more time having to change an engine while stopped in Kamloops.  The good news was that the views we experienced coming out of the mountains along the river passengers seldom see because it is still too dark. I spent the next 7 hours watching in awe.  And, the views were worth it!  Once we turned around and backed into the station and were allowed to debark it was almost 12:30.  Now my Vancouver research paid off!!!

I LOVE VANCOUVER !!! — I headed out the beautiful station, crossed the park and walked up the stairs to the Sky Train.  I bought my ticket (learned how on-line, knew the best ticket to get – single trip, “Concession Rate” good for 90 minutes is all I will need).  I got on the train (they run every few minutes and are all automatic throughout the system) and asked a gentleman if I was headed the right way (was pretty sure I was) to transfer to the Canada Line.  He said yes, and then started talking away asking about my visit.  He got off at his stop, told me again what to do, and he no sooner exited than a young fellow came up to me and said, “I will show you how to transfer.”  “No,” I replied, “just tell me, you don’t have to show me.”  He walked with me (not the way he was going) to make sure I knew how to change from one line to the other.  I got on my train which has two branches, I have my roll-on carry on, and Cathy’s Lotus bag with my computer, and sit down.  “This train does not go to the airport,” the fellow next to me seeing my bags said.  “I know,” I replied, “I am getting off at Broadway-City Hall.”  (both branches stop there)  He then picked up a conversation asking about my visit, but suddenly as the doors were closing he jumped up exclaiming, “this is my stop.”  As the doors were closing he was peering in the window with two fingers up yelling, “two more stops.”  First three people I saw, all went out of their way to be friendly — think they all must go to Rowell’s Inn.

I got off my stop, was pretty sure where my B&B was, walked 3 ½ blocks and there it was.  Dropped my bags, and headed back to the Sky Train (underground at this point – this line completed in 2009 in time for the Olympics).  What luck, still had plenty of time left on my 90 minute ticket, so no additional cost to get back downtown to the Waterfront Station.  I walked right over to Canada Center (the iconic convention center with the sail like roofs which was also built for Expo 86 – between Expo 86 and the Olympics, Vancouver has been totally transformed since my last quick visit in the late 80s) and walked right onto the Vancouver Trolley Tour Red Line (I had already purchased my two-day pass on-line).  I had decided to first ride both lines (they are hop-on, hop-off venues) to get a “lay of the land.”

First Window that Caught my Eye While on the Trolley

I rode the “Red Line” and when I arrived back at the Canada Center I headed to a restaurant for a bite to eat since it was almost 3PM, long time since breakfast somewhere in the Canadian Rockies.  And then walked back to the “trolley stop” and got right onto the “Blue Line” trolley which travelled downtown, though Stanley Park, along the beaches, and back through downtown.  Downtown is one new skyscraper (small) after another, and I have a “new” photo hobby.  The reflections in the buildings’ windows are unbelievable, and I will share a few with you.  When I returned I went up the VANCOUVER LOOKOUT atop the Harbour Centre Building  and was it ever worth it.  From my research I knew what I was looking at, but the plaques describing the views really helped me with the history and development of the city. 

You seldom get to see Mt. Baker - 50 miles away in the US

 

One of my favorites - hope to find more today

I finished up there about 6:30 PM, and was getting tired, it was time to head back to my B&B.   Too tired to have a sit-down dinner (and I have to save energy to write and format images), so I got a bottle of wine and a veggie sandwich and “headed home.”  On the third floor there are two rooms, a shared bath, and the back porch.  When I booked my room the other was vacant, so I assumed the floor and porch would be mine, and it is.  Cathy would be pleased, this older home (for Vancouver) is clean and well appointed.  I took a shower, changed, poured a glass of wine, and started writing.

Looking towards downtown from the end of my Street

In typical “Ray Fashion” I picked up a great deal of travel information which I will study tomorrow (really getting heavy eyelids, and I need to finish this post for you).  But, since I need a boat trip on this adventure to fill in all modes of transportation, I will take the ferry to North Vancouver and back first thing tomorrow, and then head to Capilano Suspension Bridge Park which is very unique.  From there, I have ideas, but need to solidify with some more research.

9:36 PM – just cannot stay awake effectively – will finish in the morning.

Good morning, 6:45 AM, let me get to work to finish this up.  Alright, finished working with images, time to upload all, do some more planning for the day, have breakfast, and head out for 10-12 hours.  Catch you tonight, probably past your bedtime.  Bye, RAY

 

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18 August 2011 — On the Canadian Plains on VIA RAIL’S Number 1 – The Canadian

Posted on August 19, 2011 by Ray Boas

Right now it is 9:15 PM Central (10:15 back on the East Coast), and we have been told that we can set our watches back for Mountain Time.  For the past 2 ½ hours we have been peacefully sitting on a siding.  Remember I said freight trains have the right of way?  Well, there is a 14,000 foot freight train ahead of us in Melville that should be heading our way, but its locomotive is having problems, and being serviced up ahead.  It needs the main line we were on.  And then behind it, 6 hours late, is our sister train The Canadian Number 2 from Vancouver back to Toronto.  Dinner tonight was easy without a rocking train, and typing now is a breeze, that is why I got my computer and am in the lounge car.  So, here is today’s excitement.

ARRIVING IN WINNIPEG

As you know, I was able to post shortly after 8 AM my time from Winnipeg.  I got up before 6 AM to have breakfast before 7 since we were warned there could be a line of folks wanting to eat before getting off.  That was not the case, and I sat with an English teacher/administrator from Alberta who was heading back after visiting back East for the summer.  Shortly after I sat down he said, “we have just entered the Canadian Plains.”  Yes, the trees along the tracks gave way to open spaces.  We had a leisurely discussion and he asked many questions about New Hampshire government, politics, and the origin of “Live Free or Die.”  He was impressed that I knew so many state representatives, and the full background of our state’s slogan.  In return I gained more insight to Canadian politics.  Wow, we just started moving after almost 3 hours – guess typos will start – but I hear the service attendant explaining to someone that it is just to get us closer to Melville, the freight and Number 2 still have to move. 

We arrived at Union Station at 7:45, and I scooted inside to work.  When the tour guide arrived I was first in line to buy my ticket for $30, and then went back to email you.  The tour and guide were fabulous.  Winnipeg with about 600,000 people is easily understandable.  The city has been inhabited for over 6,000 years and is sited at The Forks where The Red River (which runs North from North Dakota) and the Assiniboine from Western Canada converge.  The 2 ½ tour took us through The Forks area (on foot) which is a wonderful arts and shopping area built on former railroad yards and recycling many of the old railroad buildings and warehouses.  We toured inside the Manitoba Legislative Building, built in the Beaux-Arts style using fossil-rich Manitoba Tyndall limestone.   Then we drove around several different neighborhoods, walked through the English gardens

MARY AND HER SON - ST. BONIFACE

and sculpture garden and visited the unique St Boniface Church in the French Quarter.  The church burned in 1906, but the shell remains and within the shell the new church was built with interesting stained class representing the stages of Christ’s life. Above the Altar are Mary and Jesus in large folk art carved representations. Uniquely the Risen Christ is at the Altar, and Mary is shown dressed in First Settler (Native) Canadian clothing with moccasins.  Believe it or not, this tour really did Winnipeg justice in 2 ½ hours giving both sites and history.

We just got into Melville, and we can get out while they fill us with water and refuel.  So, even though it is dark – out I go, will return later to writing.  Only a few people got out.  I am way near the end of the train so I started walking forward, camera out taking many late night shots

LATE STOP AT MELVILLE - 9:30 PM

(few more Melville images below).  I thought the stop would be longer but soon I heard the classic, “All Aboard,” and I wisely got on the first economy class coach in the front of the train just as the train started moving and walked back through the train to my car and roomette.

MY DINING CAR -First Rate !!!

Time for lunch and I sat with a 67 year old gentleman from England who tours the world 6 months of the year (he survived prostrate cancer, and realizes “life is too short” – gee I have said that before), and with us was an 80 year old retired railroad executive and his wife.  At one time he was also in the Transportation Ministry, and was a wealth of information and history.  And, yes they are abandoned telegraph lines that I wondered about – not worth tearing down.  The afternoon I then spent reading in the Dome Observation and visiting with some other folks until dinner time which I shared again with the Catholic Priest and the gentleman from Victoria.  It was just as we sat down that the train parked for the long wait.  We are now barreling along.

We were supposed to arrive in Edmonton Thursday at 6:30 AM to add the Panorama Car.  This stop is less than an hour, and I hope to post this then so that when we have the hour and a half in Jasper scheduled for 1PM that I can run hard to see Jasper.  But we are now running late so I will have to get up before 6AM to eat and be ready to jump off when we do stop.  Fortunately gaining an hour helps getting up earlier.  So, if you see this you know it worked, and you next will hear from me Saturday night from my B&B in Vancouver.

Posted 8:45 AM Mountain Time from Edmonton

 

 

 

LATE STOP AT MELVILLE - 9:30 PM

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THOUGHTS and OBSERVATIONS ABOARD THE CANADIAN – 16 – 17 August 2011

Posted on August 18, 2011 by Ray Boas

ALL ABOARD

A past way of life (travelling by sleeper), and a way of life not much thought about (freight traffic).  A unique and nostalgic experience.  In fact, any feel good adjective applies.

Leaving Toronto in the Dome Observation Car

As soon as I boarded on Tuesday night I familiarized myself with my roomette and headed to the nearest dome car.  Others had found it, but there was room, and a staff member was serving drinks and appetizers, and providing information on what to expect.  I watched the Toronto skyline fade until after midnight when I decided to return to learn how to operate in my roomette.

Can you find my sink, bed, and toilet?

My bed slides out from underneath the roomette next to me which is raised from the floor level (the bed in the adjoining space then folds down from the wall – I had to ask, but thought so intuitively).  Each sleeper car is laid out with different arrangements with either berths (basically open seats that make into upper and lower beds – remember the classic I LOVE LUCY SHOW?) and cabin arrangements.  We also have three economy class cars which are just seats, no meals, no amenities (I walked through today to see), and I also learned that there are 310 passengers with just over 2/3 in the sleeper cars.  There are three dome cars, two dining cars, a snack car for the economy class, and the last car is the Park Car – a deco curved lounge with another dome. Well, you can see that I have so much to share it is easy to digress.

I turned in, but was aware of the many stops and occasional backing up of our train.  It is to let freight trains pass by.  They have priority because they earn more revenue, and in our case VIA RAIL is leasing the right to run on tracks owned by CANADIAN NATIONAL who has the freight.  But it all works out, even with our leaving late.  Our train is about ¼ of a mile long, and I was told some freight trains are 3 miles long, but the sidings are usually a maximum of two miles.  Bottom line, you don’t want to mess with a freight train.  What a thrill to lie next to a window and watch the stars and trees go by, along with an occasional freight train.  I fell asleep but soon heard my alarm go off, I thought I had it set for seven.  But it was still dark, “guess we are far enough west that the sun has not gotten here yet,” I thought, but with darkness remaining I checked my clock and it was 3:30 AM.  Not sure what happened, but somehow my alarm needle had been moved. Before you ask, I did fall back in and out of sleep.

Breakfast was a choice of three entrees and nice. I visited with strangers, but I will mention at this point people no longer dress for train travel either.  I know I will be out of place at dinner tonight wearing a sport coat – but I want to.  I think the rest of the morning I wandered from READING DOME place to place with books in hand, but when I was in a dome observation seat my mind usually wandered and was sedated by watching the scenery go by.  Trees and lakes predominated, and it seemed like we were always along some body of water (but soon it will be open plains, and then mountains).  I would love to make a photographic study of the

The last car – The Park Car

telephone/telegraph poles following the tracks (need to find out if they are still used) since some are planted in rock outcroppings (oops, we are parked and another freight is roaring by – sorry no sound!).  I had lunch (and then dinner again this evening) with a Catholic Priest who teaches in many academic venues in Toronto, and with another learned and well travelled gentleman from Victoria.  I know a little about Canadian history and the recent conflicts between the Anglos, French Canadians, Quebec language and religious history but it has been fun learning and getting their perspectives of past and present “problems.”

Stopping at Hornepayne

We stopped at about 4PM at Hornepayne (population about 1200) which was started as a railway town, but now serves the pulp and plywood industry.  Many such towns were built because the steam locomotives would require water and fuel every so often. It was a twenty minute opportunity to walk the train and explore.  When I got to the engine I saw a couple fellows climb up into the cab.  I know enough not to ask, so I followed along, and the engineer started showing four of us around the cab, and then motioned us back to see the diesel engine.  Shortly he had to move the train forward for the “honeywagon” to make a new hookup, so we exited. I am sure this visit is not allowed, so don’t tell VIA RAIL.

The Honeywagon (my Dad always joked about them)

Our LocomotiveThe Engine inside the lead Locomotive

The Engine inside the lead Locomotive

I am working on this before dinner because we arrive in Winnipeg at about 8AM tomorrow morning until shortly before Noon.  The attendant in our dome car also acts like a cruise ship activities person (games, movies, etc.) and mentioned today a tour of Winnipeg.  Knowing that I should have done so in Toronto, I said I would like to go since Winnipeg will be harder to get back to than Toronto.  So that is my plan and I should still have time to upload this post along with pictures which I will format later this evening.  I have no idea where the time has gone today!

Back from dinner, just moved our clocks ahead an hour for Central time, so I have more time to finish this up.  We are moving and bouncing along making it very hard to type.  I discovered earlier today that there is more motion the further to the rear you are in the train, but this section of track apparently is not good either – will be nice for falling asleep !!!  So, ten images selected and sized.  I will decide where to put them, and hopefully get this all posted in Winnipeg after my tour.  So, until the next opportunity to post may be Friday in Edmonton, if not Saturday night from Vancouver – Good Night (and now we are stopped again – go figure!), RAY

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The Journey Begins – 16 August 2011 – hopefully an all day updated post

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Ray Boas

Happiness is having “toonies” in your new camera case on your belt — ATM worked today!

I am convinced that there must be a law somewhere about having so much fun !!!  But the “having too much fun” police have not stopped me yet.  Had muffin, coffee and juice at the hotel, checked out and walked to the Via Rail Central Station arriving just before 10 AM (ends up there is a 10:10 train to Toronto – but who is in a rush?)   My paper receipt said I could scan at a machine to get my ticket, but I like to talk to “real people” and no customers were in line at the counters.  I walk up, show my paper receipt and the clerk replies, “you are going on the trip of a lifetime!”  She continued, “I have had customers who travel from Toronto to Vancouver, arrive in Vancouver and cross over to the train to return to Toronto – they love it that much.”  In an instant I had my “real ticket.”  I verified that I was served a meal in business class on the way to Toronto, and she replied, “yes, and you can go relax in the Panorama Lounge across the way, with complimentary beverages, etc., and they will call you for your train.”  So, I am with computer, newspapers, and my books, shoes off and enjoying.  I know I have two neighbors ready to take the journey with me, so while you are waiting for my next few words, here is Via Rails Page on THE CANADIAN for you to read.

1:30 PM – On-board Train 61 almost 2 hours from Montreal and 3 plus hours to Toronto.  Just finished lunch (Salmon, real linen napkin – not to mention 3 glasses of wine – I am not driving).  Rolling country side is farm land.  Server just came by with coffee (I passed), but he asked, “you are on Number 1 tonight? You are so lucky!”  Yes, that is the designation for The Canadian – gives an idea of Via Rail’s ranking – Number One.  “Make sure to have the roast beef,” he said, “it is wonderful.  I have made the trip six times, but working – still wonderful the views.”  Later on I plan to take a video of this spacious car to post.  Well, back to window watch, book, and later a video for you.

2:45 PM – Annoucement made that we were pulling into Kingston, and the train would be full, so I thought I would take a video.  Not great because of the lighting, but will give you an idea of this spacious car.  Just offered and received another glass of wine – sure worth the price of admission.  Well, it ends up that the “train full” annoucement did not apply to Business Class, but they did bring a few folks forward (I am in Car Number One in the front), and I heard it explained to them that they could have drinks, but would have to pay back in the club car.  So, now let me try to upload the video.  It took awhile in Rome, let me see if it will be faster now – plus maybe I am getting smarter.

3:50 PM – Video upload is just not working.  I have to learn how to compress the file, but in searching on-line to find solutions I see many people have the same problem.  I could always try YouTube and do a link, but I would prefer to solve the video with WordPress. So, let me post this, and play again later. BYE    PS – as I was putting everything away, I realized I could at least give you some images from my seat.

 

Looking forward from my seat in Car One on Train 61

And Looking to the rear from my seat in Car One on Train 61

Arrived in Toronto Union Station, and found the spot I will be departing from.  Check-in for the train is at 8PM at the Panorama Lounge.  So I explored the station and headed outside – not something to do in Toronto at 5 PM when everyone is heading for their trains home.  All I know about Toronto is that it is a modern, growing, multi-national city.  As the train was arriving I was overwhelmed with the new high rises, and the CN Tower (a space needle) reaching for the sky.  So I headed that way to explore and maybe go up to the observation deck.  I stopped at a tour bus, two-hour circle with narration and hop-on-off, but was afraid things may get tight.  Was about to buy my ticket to go up the CN Tower, but the clerk said, “and, there is only an 80 minute wait in line now.”  Sorry, I don’t do lines, especially with only a few hours.  So I wandered the area and found the train museum and round-house.  This entire area had been devoted to the rail yards where up to 300 cars could be readied at once for their next trips.  Those facilities have been moved five miles west now that this is such prime property, property in fact that in the early 20th century was reclaimed from the lake.  I am just finishing a bite to eat now, and then will head back to Union Station – it is grand!  Guess I will explore Toronto someday when coming this way on The Canadian from Vancouver.  This is quite a destination because I saw/heard tourists from all over the world.

In the lounge with luck I can plug in (battery low) and post these last few comments for the day and email you.  Remember, connections will be sparse the next three days, hopefully I will be able to update you as I am stopped in Edmonton – late Wednesday or Thursday, I forget when. 

In the lounge now, just got checked in, and have my meal reservation times for tomorrow.  Mari got back to my email, and yes my .mov video files are too large, she told me the best formats she converts to, and I just have to learn how to convert them — maybe when I get home I can have just one post with videos, and then be ready for the next trips.  Bye, RAY

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Monday 15 August 2011 — On my way

Posted on August 15, 2011 by Ray Boas

 

 

Good morning all.  You know I had to try this out.  Yes, I am on-board a Greyhound Bus and just departed the Burlington Vermont Airport where the bus leaves from for Montreal.  Next stop is the border which involves all 43 passengers and luggage getting off to clear customs.  The only down-side of travelling this way to Canada.  The internet connection is slow but works, and it is a challenge typing over bumps.  I may try uploading images too while on the bus, will see.  At any rate, have a great day, and I will be adding through the day before I send an email advising you of today’s post.

It is now Monday night, 8:46 PM, and I am working on this off-line even though I have great internet speed in the hotel.  The connection between my computer and the “router” on the Greyhound bus was very strong, but shortly after I got the first paragraph posted I could no longer get the internet.  Fortunately the young fellow next to me had the same problem.  It always is validating when you realize you are not doing something wrong yourself.  So, I do not know how the bus connects to the internet, but once we got away from the “big city” Burlington it just vanished.

I arrived in Montreal shortly after 3 PM – think the bus finally left Burlington about 12:15 or so (remember I do not wear a watch).  The elapsed travel time is a tad longer than driving yourself because of the delay emptying the bus and trudging through customs with your bag as you watch private cars breeze right across the border.  Guess it is profiling – bad guys are more likely to use a bus I guess.  Hotel was under a four block walk from the bus terminal, and I dropped my bag and headed another 4-5 blocks to the old section of Montreal to retrace past steps.

Now, remember when I arrived in Ireland and wanted to use my ATM card to get some Euros, but the ATM system was down in the Dublin environs?   I only have used my card overseas – got some Euros in Cortona, Italy with no problem last month.  Well I passed a bank as I walked out of the bus terminal and tried their machine.  The response I got was that I entered an incorrect amount to withdraw. “All right,” I said to myself, “I will try the second machine there and enter $200 since that usually works.”  Second machine said – denied, problem, call your bank.  Deja Vu !!!  Concerned, yes, but remembered the frustration I built not being able to get a Roma Pass in Rome because they were supposedly sold out, I decided not to think about it further.  But, I of course did try 5 more machines all on different systems. “Denied, Denied, Denied, ditto.”  “Call your bank,” the machines all told me.  Frustration level setting in, and with only $25 Canadian in my pocket left from my trip to Quebec City in December (I now keep 4 currencies on hand like son, David) I went back to my hotel to go on line to get my bank’s phone number and my Tracfone – have over 400 minutes built up.  “Rick, what have I done wrong, or did the lady I talked with last week to flag I would be in Canada not do it?”  “Sorry, Ray,” Rick replied, “I just got an email that our ATM system is down, try again later.”  “Well, at least it is not me,” I said.  But in retrospect, maybe my entering a different dollar amount the first time triggered a bug that “blew their system.”  Please don’t tell them.  As of 8:30 tonight I still got, “Call your bank.”  Rick gets in at 8:15 AM tomorrow!   You can use a credit card for just about everything, of course, but I would like to be able to tip the staff on the train.

One of the street performers this evening in Vieux Montreal

I headed back out, wandered through China Town and back over to the Saint Lawrence River and then walked through the old section with the shops and restaurants.  At the east end there is a broad pedestrian walking area with street performers and then sidewalk cafes lining both sides.  I selected one and had dinner.  Nothing special, but a nice eggplant meal.  All menus are posted, and I selected mid-range price wise.  Most restaurants here make Burdick’s a bargain, and Mike’s portions and quality at Rowell’s Inn an exceptional value – road-trip when I return for sure.  After dinner with the sun set I wandered some more playing with my new Canon S95 camera.  Remember I got this since I found it hard to walk with my new Nikon D3100 SLR in Rome.  I wanted a case, and on my big trip to Keene on Friday I found an ideal case for a point and shoot with two pockets, detachable strap, and a strap to put it on a belt.  I attached it to my belt, and wow, absolutely perfect and not in the way, and then easy to open the zipper and pull out the camera and shoot away.  In the second pocket I could even keep some money – if I had some!

So tonight was playing with settings on the camera since I prefer available light and do not like

Available light experiment - Hotel Place d'Armes

to use flash, and there are many different settings to learn.  I have the full manual in my computer, and that is part of the plan for the train trip – to study and learn this camera too, come to think of it I also have the full manual for my Nikon downloaded into the computer too – I am all set.

In front of the Cathedral of Notre Dame Montreal

I had checked before I left home if the Cathedral of Notre Dame would have a service tonight for The Assumption of  Mary, but they did not.  I walked over twice checking anyway, but no special service.  The square in front of the Cathedral is still under construction.  On my first visit with Cathy 7 years ago the construction was just beginning, and it appears as though it could be another several months.  Well, there are a couple images I want to play with and upload, catch some sleep and in the morning I will walk over to the Via Rail Central Train station for my noon train to Toronto.  Supposedly internet on the train, guess I will see.  Worst is I will post while in the Toronto

Mary high up on the Cathedral -- I am sure that the stars are not lit, but they appear so in my images !!!!

Mary high up on the Cathedral -- I am sure that the stars are not lit, but they appear so in my images !!!!

station before The Canadian leaves at 10 PM – remember tomorrow the adventure begins – today was just positioning myself for the beginning.  Good night, RAY

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FINAL CANADA PREPARATIONS – August 12, 2011

Posted on August 12, 2011 by Ray Boas

In some way I have successfully found how to keep busy with little projects everyday so I can actually fill a day and have time pass quickly without Cathy or the business activity we used to have.

Usually my independent travels have been to small quiet locales, and the selection of a suitable place to stay has been easy since there were limited choices.  Criteria is clean, convenient, and quaint and unique – e.g. The Red Lion Inn in Stockbridge (my favorite), and just one of the many fine places Cathy and I stayed over the years.  On my list of requirements is now Internet access, since I want to tell you what I am up to!!!  This week I found it much harder selecting accommodations in Montreal and Vancouver – too many choices, and in big unfamiliar areas.  The advantage however was getting to know the areas and transportation systems with my time consuming on-line research.

I had a wonderful Road Scholar introduction to Montreal in the fall of 2009, so that was not too overwhelming, but I had to pinpoint where I would be arriving on the bus, and departing by train.  Montreal has a great Metro system, and finally in my search on Monday I found a small European style Victorian Hotel which has been renovated and modernized inside – The Hotel Viger.  Big cities have a wide range of prices, but all I want is a good place to sleep and not “buy a place.”  I will arrive in Montreal just blocks from the hotel, check in, and will still have most of the afternoon and then the evening to re-explore Vieux-Montreal – the old part of town.  In the morning I will stroll to the train station for my 11:40 AM departure to Toronto.  Now you may get a few short posts hopefully with images and/or video from both the bus and the train from Burlington to Montreal and then to Toronto as they both have WI-FI on board.

Finding a B&B in Vancouver became a much more time-consuming task, and actually took me three days of off and on research.  I quickly realized that I needed to learn the neighborhoods, and the transportation system.  Vancouver’s SKYTRAIN was built in time for EXPO 86, the world’s fair (one of my interests) held for the 100th anniversary of the founding of Vancouver (the second World’s Fair in Canada – I attended the first in Montreal in 1967 – but that is a lifetime ago – in fact, Bill and Dutchie were there at the same time, but we did not meet then).  I finally zeroed in on the Windsor Guest House, and after a couple of emails I called and got Leslie on the phone.  “Yes, Ray Boas, you know that is a famous name in Vancouver,” she said.  “Yes,” I replied, “Franz Boas, the father of modern anthropology, is my great-grandfather.  I am always flattered when someone asks or recognizes the name,” I replied.  We chatted for awhile, and I booked the Edward Room, on the third floor with views.  Built in the early 1900s I am looking forward to this stay.  The B&B is in an older neighborhood, close to the Canadian Line of the Skytrain, and will be accessible.  So, it all fell into place and now I can re-read about all the things that I wish to experience in Vancouver and share with you.  There is so much, I again will be running harder than a thirty-something year-old – but I am good at that!

It is now Friday.  I ran errands in Keene today – always create a long-list since it is such a long trip of 12 miles away – ha, ha!  I finally found some short-sleeved Oxford Shirts at Penny’s and got a nice summer weight sports coat for the trip (I want to dress up for dinner on the train).  Saw it on sale from $150 (end of season) for $69.99, but it rang up at $49.99 – I questioned the difference to which I was told they reduce prices, but don’t necessarily get to the signs.  My $30 shirts were $11.99 each – I had better remember to go to Penny’s, it has been probably at least 5 years since I was last there with Cathy.   This week I also researched another opportunity, and tonight decided that I will book a trip to Portugal the first week in November.  It will be a pilgrimage to Fatima, the site where three children were first visited by Mary on May 13, 1917.  And, as you may recall, we lost Cathy on May 13th.  I was waiting for a sign from Mary and Cathy to book this trip, and that sign came to me today.

So, that is it for now.  My next post will be on Monday. Have a great weekend, as always, RAY

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