Glancing Backward, Looking Forward

Like so many others on the last day of the year, we look back at 2007 and are quite pleased. We both retired, had a wonderful trip to Japan for one son's wedding in August, saw another son get married later that month, enjoyed the arrival of our first grandson, began anticipating grandson #2/grandchild #3 (due in only 4 more months), rode our tandem through beautiful countryside from Wisconsin to Ithaca NY, and had a terrific 4 months here in Ithaca. We've become quite a part of the family here. In fact, we had quite the Cutter/Nishii reunion at Thanksgiving when Louise's brother Richard and son Brian (and Brian's wife Ardith) came up from NYC, and we took this first shot of two generations of brothers and sisters, and another at icy Taughannock Falls with the whole gang.

It has been quite a bit snowier than we've personally experienced since moving to almost-snowless Seattle, and quite a bit colder (occasionally down to the teens), but the terrific weather we had in the fall more than compensated. The only serious problem is that our buns of steel felt more like muffins of raw meat when we took a 15-mile ride the day after Christmas, when we had a few days of 40-degree weather to melt off the snow enough for biking, our first ride in 6 cold, snowy weeks. "Back in the Saddle Again" will seem a little less tuneful next week.

But with our next bike adventure only a week away, it's time to be positive. This week we're packing like crazy to be sure everything we need on the bike in fact gets on the bike; that what we need in Austin later this month (more about that later) gets sent there; and that what we need to find in May and September when we swing back to Ithaca two more times is packed where we can find it. We're even packing a collection of books and maps for Lisa to mail to us once or twice on the road, as we need them.

Here is the plan as it stands now for January through May. We take Amtrak from Syracuse to West Palm Beach on Monday through Tuesday (34 hours, including 2 hours at Penn Station between trains), in a deluxe sleeper courtesy of our Amtrak Guest Rewards card (sort of an airline miles credit card for train lovers like us). We then spend a week watching the wealthy at play in Palm Beach, Boca Raton, Ft. Lauderdale and Miami Beach. Then it's off to Austin TX by plane for 5 days, culminating in the marriage of Jeff's daughter Becky to Sean Knight. It will also be a chance to see Jeff's son Matt for the first time since his wedding, but probably not Akiko since she will be 6 months pregnant at that point and understandably reluctant to take that long a trip.

On return we'll bike down the Florida Keys to Key West, spend a few days there, then go by rental car (our coupled bike partially disassembled in the trunk) up through the Everglades. We'd love to bike it, but the distances between lodging are too large, and we also avoid 100 miles of re-biking the Keys Highway. After a swing up a little of the Gulf Coast we'll explore both central Florida and much of the Atlantic coast up to Savannah GA, where we hope to stop for a week of sightseeing on foot.

In April we have two exciting events. From April 4 to 14, Steve and Janet Sisson will join us with their tandem for a ride from New Bern NC to Norfolk VA up the Outer Banks, including Cape Hatteras and Kitty Hawk. Two days after they fly back to Seattle, Spokane friends Jim and Nancy Schoepflin will meet us in Williamsburg for five days of sightseeing there and in nearby Jamestown and Yorktown, then we'll all take Amtrak to Richmond for two days and Washington DC for a weekend. After visits with one or two other friends in DC we'll return to Williamsburg, where a friendly B&B owner will be caretaking our tandem, and resume the ride north.

We're very excited about our journey, and look forward to sharing it with you in blog posts along the way, hopefully about once a week.

Happy Trails to all our readers, may 2008 be a great year for each of you as well.

Visits to the North

The past few weeks have gone quickly, with a northerly visit to the Adirondacks and Ottawa by us and a visit from Brian and Ardith north to us dominating the news. However, we want to start with photos of our final extended weekend trip, a 150-mile outing to Cortland, Binghamton and back over 3 days, with some color in the hills at last and more great biking on low traffic roads. With assistance from topo maps available online through topozone.com, we were able to find some great valley routes with a few quite manageable climbs over the inevitable ridges of the area south of the Finger Lakes. Since then the weather has turned quite cool, and we doubt we'll do overnight biking until we get to Florida by train in January. Indeed, we've seen snow flurries twice so far, and it's only early November.

Just before Halloween we were visited by Louise's son Brian and his wife Ardith, our first time to see them since they were married in late August. As you can see from this shot taken in the back yard of our rental place, they're doing great! A highlight of their trip here was going to Alan Ayckbourne's hilarious Bedroom Farce performed by the Cornell drama students, who did a terrific job with this crazy play. As an actor, Brian rarely gets to be on this side of the stage, so this was quite a treat for them as well. They got to see Louise and me grandparenting Issei. Louise got her shot in the last blog, so here are two shots of Jeff and Issei. Unfortunately Brian and Ardy left just before Halloween and missed seeing their neice Hanachan dressed up as a cowgirl for the party at her daycare.

Since Lisa, Ray and the two kids were taking a trip to Ray's folks in Maine, we took the opportunity to get on the road in a rental car to see the Adirondacks and to return to Ottawa, which we visited in May 2000. The Adirondacks were fascinating and a good preparation for a trip to Canada, as they exhibit the characteristics of the main forest type of Canada, the boreal: long cold winters, short but warm summers, and lots of water in lakes, ponds, marshes, bogs and streams. There were an amazing number of water features, due to the combination of glacial activity 20-10,000 years ago, and beavers. And the beavers are still there -- we walked past two active beaver dams on one of our hikes. The deciduous leaves were down on all but a handful of yellow birches, but the mottled bark of the white birches, the deep green of the spruces and pines and the glowing yellow-gold of the tamarack (aka larch) about to drop their needles made for reasonably colorful scenery, especially when viewed across any of the many lakes. We enjoyed two major hikes, one a steep 1000' climb to a mountain overlooking the town of Saranac Lake, the other a delightful walk through gentle terrain along streams, ponds and bogs.

We had one interesting encounter there, when a couple out walking approached us, the man sporting a sweatshirt saying "UDUB." Jeff asked, "UDUB as in Seattle?" and got a somewhat surprised yes, to which we said, well, we just retired from the "UDUB." After chatting for a minute or two, we found that we were talking to the sister and brother-in-law of one of Jeff's clients at the University of Washington! A minute or two after this, Jeff began to note how very much alike were the two sisters' voices, to the point where he had flashbacks reminding him why he had retired, as this was a client who was perfectly charming, but whose issue always involved high-profile problems with litigation living or lurking nearby. The irony of where this happened was also delicious -- in the town of Lake Placid.

Ottawa was once again terrific as only the capital of a great nation can be. There are walkways along the Ottawa River, along the Rideau Canal and along the Rideau River; there are beautiful 19th century homes and mansions throughout the city, many turned into embassies; there are several of the grandest museums in Canada; and there is Parliament, the crown jewel of them all, a gothic masterpiece that would astound the Goths. With the weather cold but dry, we mostly walked the town, but did go indoors to see Parliament (and experience an even tougher security checkpoint than an airport could provide) and the Museum of Civilization. The latter is the largest museum in Canada, and we never made it past the first floor in the 3 1/2 hours we were there. The whole floor is
devoted to First Nations people, and did an excellent job of mixing art, artifacts, scientific, anthropological and historical exhibits with videos and artifacts chosen by various First Nations tribes to describe how they see themselves and their lives in modern Canada.

Visits to Canada always remind you that this is a bilingual, bicultural country, if only in the packaging of familiar foods in boxes with French on two sides and English on the other two. But in Ottawa you notice a much more intense carefulness about affording respect to both cultures as Canada walks the tightrope of unity. That tightrope got a yank while we were there that kept the newspapers busy for several days. As part of the 150th anniversary celebration of Ottawa's selection by Queen Victoria as the location for Canada's capital, signs were put up in downtown Ottawa celebrating various figures who were involved in that event. One such sign was devoted to Lord Durham, sent there at the time as Governor General with instructions to advise the Crown on how to prevent further rebellions (Canada had just had two, one in Quebec and one in Ontario). He became known as "Radical Jack" for recommending that the Brits unite the various provinces into one country and give the folks political control over their own nation. The British government followed the first half of the advice but delayed ten years before seriously handing over self-rule ten years later.

So far, so good. But Lord Durham also reported that relations between French and English were bad, and suggested that the solution was for the French to become more English. The sign in downtown Ottawa of course said nothing about that part of his report, and there were no complaints about the sign for six months until a Montreal newspaper wrote an editorial saying that the federal government was honoring an anti-French aristocrat and figuratively slapping the Quebecois with this sign. The next day the sign was removed, followed soon after by lively comments by historians and politicians bandying about "political correctness," "racism" and other endearing terms. All in all, a good preparation for our coming jaunt to the land of Confederate flags and all the good-natured feelings that they engender.

Our plans are a day or two short of making reservations, but look like a train trip to Florida in early January, a week of biking from Palm Beach to Miami, a 5-day visit by plane to Austin for the wedding of Jeff's daughter Becky, and then a leisurely bike ride around more of Florida and then up the East Coast to New England and or the Maritimes by Labor Day.

Brian, Ardith and Louise's brother Richard are coming to Ithaca for Thanksgiving. We wish all of our readers an equally exciting Thanksgiving.

At Home in Ithaca

It's been 6 weeks since we arrived in Ithaca and wrote our last blog entry. We've been quite busy, but in a relaxed and paced sort of way, with two primary activities: time with our family and explorations on our tandem of the Finger Lakes area.

Our base has been a cozy mother-in-law type of apartment in the lower level of what is basically a one-family house. It's actually a tad more spacious than this little "efficiency unit" we rode by in Michigan, and has allowed us, as you can see, to make our tandem a more intimate part of the family than heretofore. Our place has a beautiful back yard that we look out to from the living/dining area, and deer go by our window about once a week, and wild turkeys drop in every now and then. We're exactly 2 miles from Lisa and Ray, Louise's daughter and son-in law, and our two dear grandchildren. It's just under 2 miles the other direction to the heart of the Cornell campus, close enough that we were easily able to walk home one evening after seeing a movie in the on-campus movie theater (Jefferson in Paris, shown in conjunction with a Lafayette exhibit in the Cornell library, which owns the largest collection of Lafayette memorabilia outside France).

Once a week we join Lisa and her almost-3-year-old daughter Hanachan at gymnastics, which is more structured play time given the young age of the kids than anything else, but they do get good socialization in concepts like taking your turn, and pick up some skills and confidence in moving their energetic little bodies. While Lisa gives Hanachan some much-desired maternal focus, we keep her 2 1/2-month-old brother Issei either asleep or distracted with walks in his stroller.

Hanachan is in daycare other than this one morning, but we do occasionally see her if we get together with the family in the evening or on the weekend. She's a very cute and incredibly bright little girl, and she's finally moved us from the "stranger" (or was it merely "strange"?) category to that of family members.

But mostly we're with Issei. Four or five days a week we bike over after a leisurely breakfast and split our time between watching Issei while Lisa gets on a teleconference or reviews a paper or attends an occasional meeting on campus, and socializing over lunch or a sewing project. The weather this Fall has been unusually dry and warm, and we've taken Issei on 2- to 5-mile walks in his stroller almost every day. He is a baby, however, and he occasionally melts down because we've mis-timed a return to mom (who's nursing him) or for reasons known only to 2-month-olds. It's fun watching him learn new things, but it's also nice to know we get to hand him back to his mom and dad for the bulk of the day and all of the night (hey, he's a baby -- of course he wakes up every few hours!).

It's also great to vicariously experience a little of the academic life through Lisa, who is currently on maternity leave from her position as Assistant Professor in the Human Resources Department in the Cornell School of Industrial and Labor Relations, and Ray, who is an Assistant Dean of Students in the College of Arts and Sciences. After so much time in academia ourselves at UW, it's a world we're very comfortable in, but being on a new campus is a little like visiting a foreign country where English is the common language -- you can understand them, but not always completely until you've been there longer than we will have been before we take off again.

What about that red tandem? Not to worry, it has been VERY busy. Five out of the past six weekends have involved 2- to 4-day trips, and another 3-dayer is set to happen starting tomorrow. The riding has been better than we expected in terms of bike-friendly roads with wide shoulders and beautiful scenery, but the Fall color has been very subdued (perhaps due to very low rainfall all Summer and warmer-than-usual weather this Fall) and the terrain has been somewhat hillier than we were used to or expecting. Here is one of the few really nice fall foliage shots we've gotten.

This whole area was significantly rearranged by the four continental glaciers that covered it between 10,000 and 20,000 years ago. The most obvious and scenically stunning examples of this are the Finger Lakes themselves, about a dozen lakes that run in narrow north-south troughs looking indeed like skinny fingers from the air. But many other valleys were also gouged out by the glaciers in the high plateaus between the lakes, and erosion over the past 10,000 years has created other topographic detail. In short, few roads are level for long unless they can find one of the few wide river floodplains and stay there.

The flip side of this are the gorges, wonderlands of erosion through millenia of sedimentary rocks when streams take sudden plunges into valleys made deeper and steeper by glacial carving. Here are a few examples from Watkins Glen and Letchworth State Parks, which we visited by car last weekend while Jeff's daughter Becky and her fiance Sean were in town. The third example is Taughannock Falls, which we biked to from home. It's 215' high, the tallest free-fall of any waterfall this side of the Mississippi.

This area is also rich in human history, from the Iroquois to the early white settlers to the recently-arrived high techs. The Iroquois backed the wrong side in the Revolution, and were pretty much kicked out by the new nation and their land distributed in lieu of back pay to Revolutionary War soldiers in the northeastern part of this region, or settled by New Englanders moving west in the early 1800's. We routinely pass houses clearly built in the popular styles of long ago, original articles and not reproductions. One weekend we stayed at an inn in continuous service as such since 1807, and we've also spent nights at a B&B built as a home in 1825, a 1902 Georgian mansion on the banks of the Susquehanna, and a large place built in Elmira for women widowed by the Civil War. On our swing to the south we actually rode into Pennsylvania to the small town of Athens for lunch with Kevin and Joan Carey. Kevin is a high school friend of Jeff's, who has been a physician there for the past 29 years, quite a change of life-style considering that their high school was on the East Side of Manhatten, a few blocks from the Metropolitan Museum of Art and surrounded by the 8 million inhabitants of Gotham.

It was great to see Becky and Sean, and we're hoping to hear soon what day they settle on for their wedding. They're talking about mid-January, which would mean that in the first half-year of retirement we went from 1 of our 4 kids (2 each from our prior marriages) being married to all of them, as Matt and Akiko and Brian and Ardith tied the knot in August. Matt has already announced Akiko's pregnancy, so we are now looking forward to having 3 grandchildren by sometime next year! Looks like we'll be doing lots of travelling in retirement, with grandkids at opposite ends of the earth, 2 in Ithaca and 1 in Tokyo.

Newlyweds Brian and Ardie arrive next weekend for a quick visit, there's still a little bit of biking weather left before Winter arrives, and the two of us are currently planning a week-long trip by rental car in early November. We'll tell you about all of that in our next blog.

Love to all from Ithaca.

Landed in Ithaca

After almost 5 weeks on the go, covering 1303 miles, we've finally arrived in Ithaca, our home for the next 4 months.

Our final leg began in Stratford, on the Avon River of course, which naturally drains into the Thames River, which logically flows through London, which then proceeds to . . . Lake Erie! These Ontario cities and rivers were named by homesick Brits who settled this part of Canada in the mid-1800s. In the late 1800's a Stratford citizen rallied the citizenry to create a Shakespeare garden in a town park, i.e. a garden containing every plant and flower mentioned in the works of Shakespeare. With a name like Stratford and a Shakespeare Garden on the premises, another visionary citizen rallied the town to create a small Shakespeare play festival in 1953, and things have not been the same since.

The Stratford Festival is no longer limited to Will, and in fact we saw three plays here, two by others: an adaptation of To Kill a Mockingbird and Oscar Wilde's An Ideal Husband. Our first play was A Comedy of Errors, which we saw Friday night on half-priced rush tickets when we decided that we still had a little energy left after arriving in town at 3:30 in the afternoon. The play is fairly outrageous to begin with, and Stratford pulled out all the stops to put it on as a broad farce, with excellent results. Now they did push the limits here and there, and we are fairly confident that Antipholus did not say "We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto" to Dromio in Will Shakespeare's time, but hey, it fit the mood, so why not?

All three plays were terrific productions, each casting a strong mood, each very different. Mockingbird was remarkable for the performance of 11-year-old Abigail Winter-Culliford as Scout, a role that required her to be onstage for almost the entire performance, and to memorize more lines than most adult actors get. And she did not merely occupy the space onstage, she occupied the role. She's from Vancouver BC, and we hope we can see her again some day in that neck of the woods once we return to Seattle. The Oscar Wilde play was nonetheless our favorite, given the clever plot and even cleverer dialogue. We also stayed off the bike for 2 whole days, so we refreshed the body as well as the mind.

While in Stratford, the wind finally adjusted itself to assist us, and we left town with a tail wind for what turned out to be the longest day of the trip, 69 miles. Ian, our B&B host in Stratford is an avid cyclist himself, riding every day at the age of 74 despite heart surgery last year, and he found us a terrific route on low-traffic roads and even accompanied us for the first 3 miles out of town! The fact that it was Labour Day meant that the truck traffic was extremely light, and the largely shoulderless roads tolerable. A second days' journey from Stratford and we were in Niagara-On-The-Lake, a wonderful community 20 miles down the Niagara River from the Falls. N-O-T-L is a quaint, well-to-do community that hosted two major battles in the War of 1812.

In the Depression the Canadian government put men to work re-creating Fort George to look like it did in that era, and we had a great tour of the fort from a woman who exemplified the rarely-realized ideal of Canadian bilingualism as she explained everything in alternating segments of English and French and answered questions from the group in both languages, smoothly. Modern NOTL is more focussed, however, on the wine industry, and we passed half-a-dozen wineries going in and out of town, and passed within a few miles of another two dozen had we chosen to wander. We stayed at one of roughly three dozen B&Bs and walked past a number of high-end (and pricey) restaurants before stopping for a reasonably-priced nouveau Thai sort of place that served arguably the best meal of the trip.

The ride from Niagara-On-The-Lake to Niagara Falls was another highlight of the trip. A bike trail took us on smooth, car-free asphalt for the first 15 miles and put us on a reasonably low-traffic street the remaining five miles to the Falls. The route was never far from the Niagara River, and numerous times the scenery opened to spectacular vistas to our left of the Niagara River and Gorge, culminating of course with a view from the Canadian side of the American Falls, Bridal Veil Falls and Horseshoe Falls, dropping all that Great Lakes water we had ridden by for the prior three weeks over a 170' precipice. We returned on foot after dinner and were treated to the light show, as powerful beacons on the Canadian side light up the falls in varying colors. What a treat!

The next day was yet another one of those days that keeps us biking. Once more, a tail wind. Once more, great bike trails alternating with roads that had wide shoulders, low traffic or both. Once more, great scenery, but this time of idyllic river and canal rather than dramatic rock canyons and waterfalls. We amused the border crossing guards when their computer selected us by random drawing for a complete search -- they had never had a bicycle hit the border crossing jackpot before, and they settled for a few questions about bringing in agricultural products before sending us on our way (we answered that we had eaten any and all that had come our way). A few miles out of Niagara Falls NY and we hit the western end of the Erie Canal in Tonawanda, and were immediately rewarded with a bike trail along the canal.

The Erie Canal was completed in 1825 and was truly the first superhighway in America. It moved not only goods at a fraction of their prior freightage, but also people -- more people moved out West on the Erie Canal than moved into America through famed Ellis Island. It had major rebuilds in the 1850's to make way for yet larger boats, and in the early 1900's when it converted from mule-power to motor power for the vessels using it. Today it has a very small amount of commercial use, but is maintained (beautifully) by New York State as a tourist draw, both for boaters on the water and for hikers and cyclists using the old towpaths alongside it.

For most of three days, we followed the canal. The very western part of the canal today is a channelized section of Tonawanda Creek, and never had a towpath since the 1918 rebuild. Bike trails filled the gap, sometimes right on the Creek but sometimes in nearby woods. At Lockport we came to Locks 34 and 35, the final ones before Lake Erie. Originally two sets of five small locks raised boats to the west on one flight or lowered them eastbound on the other. They now provide a flow-through for water to keep the canal water level up below the locks. Today two locks do the job of moving boats 49 feet up the Niagara Escarpment (note the lowered boom on the sailboat in Lock 34, to let the boat get under the many low bridges). From Lockport the original towpath has been smoothed out for cyclists, and it stretches now almost 100 miles to and through Rochester to Newark NY, and further extensions are being worked on still.

While the packed limestone surface was a little slower than a highway, maybe 1-2 mph at any given power output, the old towpath put us right next to the canal and past various historic buildings and canal structures, such as the lift bridges that have stairways so that pedestrians can still cross the canal when the bridge is in the "up" position, or the viaduct that carries the canal past the town of Gasport, part of which is in the photo.

Our first night along the canal was spent in an 1831 brick home that is now the Canal Country Inn B&B, to the right of Jeff in the photo. We walked along the towpath a mile into town for dinner at a restaurant called the Old Basket Factory that was once, in fact, a basket factory serving local farmers shipping produce on the canal.

On Saturday September 8, we reached the final reserved lodgings, Van Cleef Homestead B&B, built in 1825 by the founder of Seneca Falls. One more day to go! Then we checked the weather forecast -- 90% chance of rain, 1-2" expected. Well, we had stayed overnight twice before in Seneca Falls and fallen in the love with this charming town, and the B&B had no one booked for our room for the next night, so we pulled out our novels and had a quiet day of reading, with one trip out using the B&B's guest umbrellas. Through 1-2" of rain, in fact.

Our delay paid off. Our new "final day" was splendid, in the low 70's with a tailwind and on roads with wide shoulders all the way to Ithaca. Not only that, but they rose hundreds of feet on a ridge above Lake Cayuga, giving us vistas far across the Finger Lakes. What a way to arrive!

There was only one cloud on our arrival, and it has taken a few days to pass -- our grandaughter Elise was still in the throes of a bad virus, and not a very happy camper. But little Issei, our 6-week-old grandson, has been all we could want in a grandchild, and we're getting quite used to him and he to us in the three days since we arrived. We're looking forward to spending lots of time with the grandchildren and their mom and dad, Lisa and Ray, in the coming 4 months.

We're delighted with the apartment we sublet, sight unseen, from John Blake, a Cornell Law student who is studying in London this fall. Actually Lisa, Louise's daughter, checked it out for us last spring, and we met John this summer when he came to work in Seattle, of all places, for the summer! It's a neat, clean, attractive place with a garden view we will have difficulty leaving in 4 months. We'll put up a photo or two in our next entry.

Thank you for following our travels on this blog. We will update it maybe once a month with some photos of our family here and of the Finger Lakes region we expect to visit by bike on weekends, until we get on the road again in January, in Florida, for a trip up the East Coast.

We'd love to know who's reading our blog, how you've enjoyed it, what suggestions you have, and any news of your own you'd care to share with us (which we will NOT put in the blog!) Please email us at redtandem@yahoo.com!

From an Island of Calm to an Island of Culture

We've just now done a 10-day journey from Mackinac Island, a peaceful isle of horses and bicycles surrounded by Lake Huron, to Stratford Ontario, perhaps not the Olympus of theater in Canada but a mighty mount nonetheless, surrounded by seemingly endless miles of farmland. In our next entry we'll say a bit about Stratford and the Shakespeare (actually Shakespeare Plus these days) Festival. This is about getting here.

As promised last time, we've now got a map of our route from Milwaukee WI to Ithaca NY. And as you can see from the map, we spent the entire time to Mackinac Island following the shore of Lake Michigan. In planning the trip, we wondered why there were many, many more B&Bs, inns and motels along the shore of Lake Michigan than along the shore of Lake Huron, which this leg has mostly taken. The answer is simple -- it's fairly boring on this side of the lower peninsula.

Lake Huron is in many ways like Lake Michigan -- identical elevation above sea level, same temperature, even a tad bigger -- but location is everthing, as they say. The Lake Huron shore of Michigan's lower peninsula is on the leeward side of lake weather, and thus lacks the sand dunes and hills that make the western shore dramatic. It also is largely a straight or gently curving shore, unlike the Lake Michigan side with numerous bays and peninsulas that make for interesting boating and that provide picturesque sites for summer homes. This lighthouse at Presque Isle was one of the few scenic spots, and it gives us a chance to show you all what our fully-loaded bike looks like with the new Ortlieb panniers that were a retirement present to Jeff from his office.

It also has far fewer towns. Leaving the ferry from Mackinac Island to Mackinaw City, we went 60 miles our first day, passing through only one town. Only occasionally did the road get close enough to Lake Huron to see the lake. The up side was that the road was incredibly flat and blessed with a wide shoulder and little traffic. Rogers City, that first destination, has the world's largest open-pit limestone quarry. Not exactly a big tourist draw, but there was an overlook on our route so we stopped to take this photo. That's an enormous truck in the upper right hand corner of the photo, a few miles from our vantage point. The most interesting thing about the quarry is where the limestone goes. The quarry is owned by U.S. Steel because they use most of its output in making steel. No, steel is not made from limestone, but a few hundred pounds of it are added to every ton of molten steel to remove impurities from the iron ore. A brochure we found in Rogers City informed us of many other things this limestone goes into, from fertilizer to the toothpaste you may have used today.

A few days later, we were in a community a bit above the "thumb" of Michigan when we saw an item in a local paper describing the demographics of the county we were in. The median household income, the article said, was about $25,000. This stunned us. That's not much above the poverty level, we thought, and another newspaper article a few days later confirmed this (poverty level for a family of 4 is now defined as $20,400, and the median household income for the nation is over $48,000). But the roads here were in excellent condition, something we bicyclists pay an inordinate amount of attention to, well paved and well-swept. The houses were not large or fancy in this area, but not ramshackle either. The next day, while still in that county, we decided to skip the cafes and have our first picnic lunch, using the compact butane stove and titanium pot we'd been carrying for the first time. We went to a quite large supermarket and started looking for something healthy to cook. We thought we'd cut up a sausage and add it to soup, but there was nothing that was less than 80% fat -- literally! We looked for ground beef, and the leanest to be found was 19% fat, not the 7% that every grocery in Seattle routinely carries. We asked a grocery employee, and she said that low-fat doesn't sell there, cheap sells there. Their customers, she said, don't care what's in the food as long as it's inexpensive. We ended up buying cooked chicken in the deli section and a can of soup so we could say we used the stove, but the main thing we got out of lunch was an interesting lesson in how economics shape entire communities.

Bay City is at the inside of the thumb, and a blog we read last year from some Canadian bicyclists who circumnavigated Lake Huron described coming into Bay City as something of a nightmare of truck traffic, strip malls and disappearing road shoulders. Jeff studied the maps extra hard, and thought he had a good alternative, and it was one of those special days that you remember for a long time. Granted, a rare tail wind helped, but the road he had selected was flat and nearly traffic-free, through pleasant farm country until we got close to Bay City. From that point, there appeared on the map to be a way along the shore of Lake Huron, but the resolution of the map wasn't good enough to see if the road was continuous or a series of dead-end roads. As it turned out, there were two dead-ends, but in each case friendly neighbors told us how to find footpaths around a garage of a certain color or shape, where we could jump to the next road and continue on. The second "secret passage" brought us into a wildlife preserve and onto a beautiful rail trail that brought us right into Bay City.

Bay City is an unlikely place to go sightseeing, but they've done a remarkable job of beautifying the shore of the Saginaw River, and the next day we had a delightful ride along a biking/walking path that follows and at one point seen in the photo takes you right over the river on a wooden testle. Along the way was the site of a long-gone shipyard that chose to close rather than switch from building wooden ships to metal. Some of the wood vessels they had built rested at their docks after the boats had joined the shipyard in retirement, then fire swept through and burned the shipyard to the ground and the boats to the water line. To this day the ghostly remainder of the boats' skeletons can be seen. A nearby sign gave the name and date for each skeleton, from the 1880's to about 1905 for the most recent of the ghosts.

We had wondered what Frankenmuth would be like. It is widely known as a quaint town with German roots, and from the web seemed to be a place a lot of tourists went to. With the help of another cyclist from Bay City, we found an idyllic route down roads where we saw no cars in either direction for 20 or 30 minutes at a time, and checked it out. It was fairly underwhelming. It's authentically German, all right, named by German missionaries from Franconia ("Frankenmuth" means "courage of the Franconians") who intended to turn the local Chippewa into good Lutherans. The tourist guides are discretely quiet about the level of success they did or didn't have. In the early 1900's a restaurant founded in the 1880's began to get a name for itself by serving all-you-can-eat chicken dinners, and folks from nearby cities like Flint (20 miles away) and even Detroit (85 miles out) who were getting more prosperous building these new-fangled devices for Henry Ford would drive to Frankenmuth and enjoy a good meal. In the 1950's the restaurant decided to play up the German theme and added some Bavarian (not Franconian, interestingly enough) decor, and a few other places followed suite. Now the tourist buses bring in hordes, and the main focus of the trip appears to be lunch and/or dinner in town. Frankly (pardon the pun), there's not much else to see except for the usual assortment of kitschy gift shops and sweet shops, in this case with various German or ersatz-German themes. Ironically, there was only one restaurant that served sauerbraten, which Jeff insisted on since he knew this was his only chance to find this on a menu on this trip. Louise was very pleased with her German smoked pork, and both agreed that the sauerkraut and blaukraut (sweet and sour red cabbage, also known as rotkohl) were outstanding.

Two days of riding still more quiet roads through the Michigan farmland brought us a hundred and five miles to the St. Clair River, which drains Lake Huron into Lake St. Clair, sometimes called the "sixth Great Lake," which then drains to Lake Erie. On our side, Michigan; on the other, Ontario Canada. The St. Clair looked like a lake, calm water just rustled on top by wind and chop, until you stopped to watch the ferry go back and forth from Marine City MI to Sombra ON, pointed 30 or 40 degrees upstream in order to proceed straight across against the current carrying the waters of three Great Lakes on their way to the remaining two. Great ships passed by silently all day and all night, perhaps some to or from the limestone quarry in Rogers City, or the great iron ore fields above Duluth, or the grain elevators of Chicago.

Our destination was the Heather House B&B in Marine City, and it was one of our best stopovers. As the photo shows, it is a gorgeous Victorian home, with a large front porch and a separate second-story porch for each of the five guest rooms. There was a round library/sitting room in that turret, a half-story above the second floor, where we unwound from the riding and checked out some of their books. Louise liked the first two chapters of Nicholas Evans' "The Loop" that she read there so much that she wrote down the title and, amazingly enough, found it in a second-hand bookshop that same evening on the way to dinner.

But good B&Bs are more than just beautiful houses. Our host was Barb, who is running the place now that her parents have retired from founding and operating it for 18 years. Sometimes it's the hosts, sometimes the other guests, sometimes both that make for a great experience. Barb more than made up for the absence of other guests with her warm welcome, her much-appreciated offer to use the washer/dryer, and a great breakfast the next day. The main course was a wonderful quiche lorraine, but we took this shot before it arrived to show off the beautiful period silverware, china and linens she put out for us. She's finishing up coursework to become an elementary school teacher and the B&B is on the market. We certainly hope she finds special people to continue on with this special place.

Alas, that breakfast, the ferry boat crossing and the pleasant welcome by Canadian Customs were the last good moments of that day. We had spent the evening before watching not only the boats in the St. Clair but also a terrific light and sound display as thunderstorms moved through Marine City just after we returned from dinner. While they brought the temperature down from the mid-80's to the low-70's, they also brought a north wind, at the very moment when our southward-trending route turned to a zig-zag course alternating between straight north and straight east. And no light breeze was this -- it was a steady 15 to 20 mph blow, with occasional higher gusts, and we struggled. Not only when going north, as you can well imagine, but also going east, as Jeff would have to clench the handlebars to keep the bike straight against the cross wind. The physical and mental strain was the greatest we'd had to this point.

Adding to the misery was the fact that Ontario saves money on its roads by not bothering with paved shoulders. As long as no one was coming the other way, vehicles passing us were very good about giving us a wide berth, cars and trucks both. And cars coming up behind us were very nice about slowing to let oncoming traffic clear before passing. These were not overly busy roads. But every now and then we could see a truck coming up behind us, cars or trucks approaching, do the math, and see that everyone was going to be right where we were in 15 or 20 seconds. As carefully as we could, we'd hit the brakes down to 8 mph or so and coast off into the soft shoulder, hoping we'd stay upright while coming to a complete stop out of the way. We always did, but it was not a pleasant exercise, and it was one we went through well over a dozen times that day.

Somehow or other, we convinced ourselves to bike 40 miles like this, until we reached a point on the route where any vehicle going by was very likely going to go the remaining 15 miles to our destination down that same road. It wasn't just the wind, the truck traffic on this road was distinctly heavier and we really did want to live to bike another day. We pulled over and watched for pickup trucks, sticking out our thumbs every time one approached. Two stopped but had their flatbeds filled, which we couldn't see as they approached. We thanked them profusely and said we'd wait, sooner or later we'd get help. And, sure enough, we did, in the form of Murray.

Murray was headed to a point just past the motel where we had a reservation, and said he could take us the whole way if we didn't mind stopping for 15 minutes at his house en route. No problem at all! He drove a few miles and pulled off the road and back a few hundred yards to what appeared to be a beautifully maintained 19th century brick Italianate Gothic home, where Murray introduced us to his wife Denise. Denise gave us a tour of their home, which is in fact only 10 years old, but done entirely in late 19th century style, down to the intricate oak woodwork, 19th-century floral wallpaper designs in several rooms, Victorian furniture, and interesting ceilings, some textured in wet plaster with intricate swirling designs, the kitchen ceiling wallpapered with a textured white paper that looked exactly like an old pressed-tin covering.

Our ride and visit with Murray and Denise helped calm both mind and body, but we both had a restless sleep, filled with tension from the day before. The next day we had ten more miles to go on that busy road before we could get onto quieter country roads. The cafe attached to the motel did not open until 8. We decided we could not wait until then, as the traffic and the wind (predicted to be out of the north though a little softer at 10-12 mph) would have picked up too much. We got up before the sun did, had a Zone Bar and a few almonds for "breakfast," and were on the road just after sunrise at 7 am. By the time we'd done the 10 miles with only 3 trucks having gone by, none requiring us to go off the road and stop, we knew we could survive the day. Our spirits brightened, our muscles relaxed, and we pedalled on. It was our longest day at 66 miles, and there was another stretch of 10 miles on a semi-busy shoulderless road with occasional trucks, but the wind was not as troublesome, there were occasional narrow shoulders, and we knew that there was an end to this little period in purgatory, with Stratford as the payoff at the end of the day.

Well, we're now in pleasant Stratford, but our stay here and the three plays we stopped to see here at the Festival will have to await our next blog. May the wind be at your back, as the weatherman says it will be for us the day we leave.