As Steve was off fishing the KBarT again on the White River, I decided to visit a park.
There are many beautiful parks in the Western United States. How many have you seen? I have been to all of the listed ones except for Grand Canyon.
The entrance to the park. Come along with me to see the park.
Map so you can see where I traveled.
You can see clearly here the levels of rock. Would you believe that 90 million years ago this area was covered by water? Now instead of a parking lot it is a lunch lot! Doesn’t that sound like a song?
Independence Monument and how it was made.
Yes, there were people climbing this today!
Not for me!
Some of the wildlife in the park.
Information on the Redlands Fault.
Redlands Fault view.
The view of the valley below.
It was cool to drive through a tunnel.
I was so excited to see a group of Bighorn Sheep!
Look at the guy on the rock wall in the second picture!
Another handsome guy!
Look at the wind erosion!
Below is Ute Canyon, a water carved landscape.
The views were amazing.
This area was shaped by earthquakes and erosion.
The summer wild flowers were in bloom.
You need to be tough to try to grow here.
The famous balanced rock.
I did another good deed today. These two tired hikers were walking along the road looking for a ride to the next parking area. They were hiking since 8 a.m. and it was 2 p.m. when I stopped to give them a ride. I am glad that they were not axe murderers. They were from Switzerland and were visiting our National Parks. I think I saved them another two hour hike. It was 82 degrees and very hot out!
On the way back I stopped at the Marijuana dispensary in De Beque to check it out. I didn’t buy anything, nor did I ask any questions. That’s for someone else to do!
Then it was back to High Lonsome to get ready for dinner.
Steve caught many fish during the day.
These are all different fish too!
Thursday evening dinner. The guys were all here again. They were from an architectural firm and a mechanical engineering firm. They design about 70% of all the sports arenas and stadiums. Can you imagine doing this if you were a sports nut? Remember how sad I was yesterday about my new friends leaving? Well being surrounded by 15 guys, sure did put a smile on my face!
Another picture of my new male friends, just because!
We had assorted smoked meats as an hors d’oeuvres.
Dinner was fried chicken.
With lots of golden mashed potatoes.
Big bowls of broccoli.
Dessert was chocolate lava cake that was not dry! I can’t stand it when the cake is over cooked and the inside is not oozing out like lava! Tomorrow is our next adventure. Grand Mesa and then a wedding in Beaver Creek.
Would you have picked up the hitch hikers?
What questions would you have asked at the dispensary?
After a fitful sleep at we woke up and went to breakfast. Unfortunately the room had no air conditioning and it was quite warm outside. We left the windows open so that we could have a breeze, but the gulls were always squawking! In addition, there was a park below with lots of people hanging out late into the night!
Here is another view of the hotel. Our room is on the third floor of the building on the upper left by the arched window.
This is a picture of the outside of the restaurant where we had dinner last night and breakfast this morning.
Off we went with JP, and Maxima our driver in our Peugeot van. Valparaíso is so colorful!
I am used to signs showing evacuation routes from super highways due to snow closures. This was the first time I saw a sign for a Tsunami escape route.
Houses were built anywhere there was a place to support a house. Even though Chile has lots of earthquakes, there are not many deaths, due to the strict construction guidelines.
The sun was blinding here. JP and Steve are shielding their eyes from the glare.
JP was into crazy poses. I’m not really into them, and don’t do crazy well, but I am a good sport. Here we are anyway at the famous floral clock doing a crazy pose.
We are now in Viña Del Mar, it is known for its beautiful gardens. It is within the Valparaíso region, and is Chile’s fourth largest city. The chef at the hotel last night called Valparaíso the San Francisco of the third world!
Here we are, on the Promenade. It is early, so not many people are out and about.
Here is JP pointing toward Valparaiso.
Here is the other direction, toward Con Con.
Here is the Casino, as I don’t gamble and it was early in the morning; we didn’t go inside. Plus the men in tuxedos, and the women in gowns and fine jewelry are probably still asleep, so there would be nothing to look at and report on!
We continue our stroll along the Promenade like the two love birds that we are. I smartly suggested we remove our dorky hats for the picture. See that white shirt I am wearing? Well, I will leave it in the hotel tomorrow by mistake and not ever see it again!
Ah, some energetic joggers. The rock in the background is called the “Michael Jackson” rock as it started out black. #imjustrepeatingthejoke
Above the u shaped rocks, there were seals playing. They were fun to watch jumping and diving into the water. That is Valparaíso in the background.
Here are Steve and JP watching the seals. Maxima, our driver, is keeping an eye on me!
We depart the beach with JP and Steve looking for babes in bikinis.
Let’s go into the park Vina Del Mar which was named after Jose Francisco Delvarga.
This is an old house across the street from the park. This is what many of the houses looked like when the city was founded. Now it is mostly skyscrapers.
They host many concerts here. Preparations were underway for a concert in two weeks.
Inside the concert arena.
We could not understand this sculpture hanging down from the rooftop of the amphitheater.
We continued our walk in the park and examined many of the old specimen trees.
JP was very upset that so many of the tree limbs had to be cut down due to the rot that the old tree had.
This is a photo of the house where Senor Delvarga lived.
You can see damage from the earthquake that is being repaired.
We depart Vina Del Mar and all its flowers.
We go to the Mueso La Sebastiana next. fundacionneruda.org This was the home of the Nobel wining Chilean poet, statesman and womanizer Pablo Neruda.
Neruda’s home had charming views of Valparaíso. He loved to get together with friends, especially on New Year’s Eve when the bay lit up with fireworks. During the summer at our house in Lake George, I am always running up and down our deck looking at the fireworks over the lake. I am easily entertained.
The colorful house from below.
Here we are in a normal pose.
We left the museum as the crowds began to gather.
Mural of a young boy fishing.
The houses are all a mishmash of styles. JP told us that a number of the houses are built right on top of each other, so it can be difficult finding the right address!
Panoramic view of Valparaíso.
I spy something.
The murals have many different themes.
Many of the murals were commissioned by business people or the city.
I found this one creepy.
All through the neighborhoods were murals.
To get to our restaurant Maxima had to back the van up a narrow street. Well, it was that or back up after he dropped us off. I think he wanted to impress us. He did!
Steve and I were pretty hot and tired from all the walking around in the sun. It was nice to take some ibuprofen and not be on our feet. Steve has felt a sore throat for the past few days. I think it’s all the smog. We shall see when we get to Easter Island as there won’t be any smog there!
Here I am equally happy, this vacation has been so wonderful!
My view over Steve’s shoulder.
A closeup shows a house with earthquake damage, or ready for renovation or both!
We were offered tomato berry watermelon gazpacho to start. I drank Steve’s as he doesn’t care for tomato juice, or fruits. It really helped to cool me off.
Fresh rolls and butter, much better than stale rolls! As the lunch went on the butter melted completely in the hot sun.
Salad was greens with cheese, thinly sliced pear and quail eggs.
I ate half before the waiter brought out the dressing!
Steve had a Pisco Sour, I had an Aperol Spritz.
We were offered a palate cleanser of apple anise ice. It was quite refreshing.
Steve had the tagliatelle, sun dried tomatoes, sage and almonds.
I had the wagyu beef, shrimp angel hair pasta with truffle oil. No I did not finish!
Before dessert I had Steve and I change seats, just like at my fancy candle lit dinner parties!
My new view.
The dessert was called chocolate vanilla or vanilla chocolate in Spanish!
The waiter poured hot chocolate on the mousse so it melted like a reverse volcano. This might be my Vulcan Hudson afterall!
Steve with improper arm placement for my picture taking. I could however, ask him to move his arm at any time and he would do so. I just like to make fun of him!
This is called the English section. When the English immigrants came to Valparaíso they married the Spanish aristocracy and stayed in this area. They were considered of higher status because they were English. The Germans moved to the Lake District. These homes were painted pastels: blues, purples, whites and greens.
A panoramic view of the port.
We could see four cranes constantly moving containers.
Here I made JP and Steve do a crazy pose.
This house was in very bad shape, but it had an amazing view.
Graffiti and laundry hung out upstairs to dry.
The main square. There was an artisan market under the canopies.
Because the city is a UNESCO site the original outsides of buildings are protected. You must keep the outer facade protected, but can erect a modern building inside! The result is bizarre.
A tomb in honor of the naval war heroes that died in a battle in 1879 against Peru. It is continually protected by a sailor, who you can see on the left of the statute wearing dark pants and a white shirt.
Have you ever ridden on a funicular in Valparaíso? Come along.
First you met the previous riders of the funicular.
Our car enters the station.
Enter brunette bombshell. Steve keeps his eyes properly elevated. When he is married to a bombshell like me, what more does he need?
We are off! Higher we shall go.
We finally reach the top and exit and it returns to the hotel.
After our ascent in the funicular, we walked to our hotel. hotelpalacioastoreca.cl I was delighted to find that our hotel was just across the street! We asked JP if he would be our guest for dinner tonight. First Steve and I were going to go for a swim at the hotel.
We wanted to soak in the wood fired hot tub, but the fire was out and the water was cold.
Instead we went for a swim in the indoor pool at the hotel and I tried to stand in front of the water jets. I wish the pool was a little bit warmer.
We went back to the room and while we were changing we heard sirens going off. We weren’t sure if it was pre warning for an earthquake or a fire in the hotel. We were in hysterics trying to decide if it was better to run out of the room naked, or to put your clothes on first. By the time we put our clothes on the second set of sirens was over. Phew!
We went to dinner at the little restaurant across the park from our hotel. The place where the all night revelers held court!
Steve was his usually happy self at dinner. He only gets grumpy in the morning after he has had a bad night’s sleep. Then, once he gets his coffee he is good to go. I must admit that whenever I say or do something I shouldn’t,he gets disappointed in me. Of course, that rarely happens. Ha Ha! Well, maybe once a month. Would you believe week? Okay, maybe I misbehave once a day, but then it is an accident!
I must admit that I find Steve terribly handsome. When Scott Brown was running for the Senate seat in Massachusetts I said that I thought “Scott Brown is terribly handsome!”. Steve of course has never let me forget that. Every time he is on television Steve mentions my quote. I am lucky that Senator Brown was not re-elected. I think I have told this story several times already, but I never tire of it!
Forty years ago, I mentioned that I thought one of the male members at the gym was also good looking. Steve promptly replied ” I have seen a better head on a cabbage!” So now I generally keep my thoughts to myself!
Here is our waitress telling JP, “No, that is not available.” We could only choose from a third of the menu!
I ordered a blueberry Pisco sour. They also offered ginger, mint, or regular.
We had the salmon with potatoes and it looked disgusting. It was delicious. You might call it salmon with glop sauce!
Here is a view out my window in the restaurant.
Close up we can see that these people had a dinner party going on. How lovely!
For dessert I had the strawberry mousse. Of course I finished the whole thing! Unfortunately there was no chocolate anything or ice cream on the menu for Steve.
JP had apple pie for dessert. We had a nice discussion about politics and taxes. The previous mayor of Valparaiso was accused of corruption and the new mayor is only 31! He was elected because everyone thought he was too young to be corrupt!
In Chile there is income tax, property tax, and a 19% sales tax. All our extras at the hotels were billed in American dollars and we were exempt from sales tax on that. (Our hotels were all prepaid by our travel advisor.) The Chileans have free health care and there are many places for the homeless to live, so we rarely saw someone sleeping on the street. There were many people hustling at traffic intersections hawking goods, and people performing juggling for tips. The street artists and vendors pop up all over and the police are always asking for their permits. If you don’t have one, you say it is your first time, or that you didn’t know it was required, pack and then return ten minutes later.
Sunday morning and we have a surprise picture from Steve of the fruit bowl untouched by everyone else. Steve is up early to go fishing and took this picture for the blog. He is such a good husband to me!
This cinnamon danish was supposed to be in a circle, but it went on strike on the way to the oven. It was still tasty! Steve gets up early to be sure he gets one!
I didn’t do much today, as my back was still sore, but not as much as yesterday. One of the guests gave me a velcro back brace. She had broken her back four times, and always carries one with her. It helped me stay more vertical.
I was able to go to lunch. Here is Mahi Mahi one a bed of greens and fresh vegetables.
Steve saved the day and got a fish in the last hour of fishing. G got a nil. The fish were not cooperative, they did see fish, but they did not like any of the flies presented. Better luck next time!
M and I spent the afternoon sitting by the pool. Then at 3 I had arranged to have a massage therapist come to give us 3 massages. M and I were both definitely going to have massages, it was up to G and Steve to decide who would get the massage. G was the winner of that contest!
First canapé was shrimp popcorn with red pepper dip.
Next up was smoked mackerel mayonnaise.
Our starter was stone crab claws. Usually they have a horseradish dressing. As Steve and I both dislike horseradish, we had ours plain. G picked his clean! Um um um.
Steve and I each had the Mahi Mahi on herbed quinoa.
G was sitting next to me. He had the Osso Bucco. I really like Osso Bucco, but have yet to have it in a restaurant cooked as well as I do it at home. So it was fish for me. The other night we had dinner with friends. One of the guests loves duck, and prepares a phenomenal duck himself. He ordered it and was disappointed that it was not as tasty as his version. So I went to school on that lesson, and had the fish instead!
For dessert we had banana beignets. A very sweet dessert.
That’s all for today.
Yes, my back was a bit better.
No, I will not post pictures of me in the back brace. I described it as a very unsexy corset.
No questions today, but I will announce that G got a pin for catching his first bonefish! I inquired of Max if Steve could get a pin also, but it is new this year, and only for those that have never caught a bonefish before. Steve may have to come back with an alias, to get that pin!
Good morning from Houston! Last night when I looked out the window, I thought that was a another hotel. Ha Ha Turns out it was a parking garage!
Look at all the different hallways on our floor. The suggestion of using colored lights was a smart one. Makes it much easier to know what direction you need to go to find your room. I don’t know how many times I have screwed up going in the wrong way after getting off an elevator because the signage was poor. Silver lettering on a grey background and a small font! This is much better, “Go down the yellow hallway!”We entered the elevator and pushed S for shuttle. That was easy!
This is where Linda screwed up. The tram went in a big circle, and Steve wanted to go right. I insisted on going left. Going right meant you went directly to the D/E terminals. Going left meant you take the scenic route. Which we did. We went by the B and A terminals, then the Marriott stop, then the C terminal and then finally the D/E terminals However taking the scenic route meant we were on an empty tram. No one in this direction. No one in this direction also. Which means, you know what happens next don’t you? Yes, Linda tries for an eyes open wide smooch on her husband. I think the plain old selfie was a better picture. We finally found our terminal and it was time to look for breakfast. Steve saw the sign for Ruby’s and thought it would make a good choice. The Siracha Bloody Mary scared me away. Remember, I don’t like spicy stuff. We were going to try Starbucks, but they didn’t have the egg sandwiches that Steve likes. Instead we went Gavi. They had the ordering system on iPad’s which I always find difficult. The waitress had to come over to help us. Steve had and omelette with home fries. The home fries had been prepared yesterday, so they were a bit cold. The ketchup was great with the homesfries though.
I had the lemon ricotta pancakes with blueberries. Well actually five blueberries and some compote. I ate one pancake. It tasted like a cross between a pancake and lemon loaf. Not sure what I had expected. I thought about watching Bohemian Rhapsodey, but the screen was pretty tiny and it started with some notes on paper that I couldn’t read, so I decided I would watch it at home from a library DVD. There were five planes ahead of us. We were off! Good bye Houston!
Lots of white fluffy clouds. Houston looks like it is around a lot of water. I was trying to figure out if I could tell where there was flood damage. I don’t know what the area looked like before so….who knows? I will tell you we were heading south from Houston. I was exited about watching “Hoarders” on the plane. One of my guilty pleasures is watching that and “My 600 Pound Life”. It always makes me feel good about myself, my life is nowhere that much out of control. Although if you did see my paper book romance collection and my 23,000 photos in my iCloud you would roll your eyes at me!
Unfortunately I only got to watch half the program because as soon as we left the continental United States we lost our Direct TV signal. So it was back to reading and Bohemian Rhapsody already in progress. We got our warm nuts and my ice water. Lunch was pretty yucky. A mushroom ravioli with more fennel on the salad. Dessert was a warm apple something. Not quite a cookie, nor a pie. Although it wasn’t very good I ate it. I am addicted to sugar, let’s just put it out there. We passed over a beautiful beach We are heading south over Mexico. That was Merida.
We passed over some phosphate mines and then landed in Belize City. We ended up landing before the movie was over so I guess I will have to borrow it from the library after all! Here is Sydney. We arranged to have her meet us past customs and help us get our plane tickets. It was a small airport, and we probably didn’t need her assistance, but as the hotel booked our next set of flights I wanted to make sure someone else was in charge of making sure we were going to get to where we needed to go. There were many shops at the airport. This may count as my grocery store as I don’t think that I will be wandering around town by myself.
We waited about two hours for our next flight. I would read a chapter in my paperback, then read one on my kindle app and then walk to stretch my legs. Every once in awhile we would notice someone remarkable. There seemed to be a lot of beer drinking in the airport. Steve remarked that is what most people do on beach vacation. Drink, sun and then drink some more. I sit in the shade, sober and blog. It is possible that if I drunkblogged, my blog might be more interesting. However as Steve edits the blog, it is highly likely that my drunk blog posts would not survive.
You can see that we still have our puff jackets on. The air conditioning was going full blast and we were freezing! Those puff jackets are wonderful, you can smoosh them up and they easily fit in your backpack. I did notice at the airport that many of the stores sold hot sauce and booze. Soon it was time to get on our flight. We weren’t sure how it would work, we lined up at one point thinking it was time, and then we were told to sit down. Then our names were called and they told us to follow the rest of the people onto a plane.
It is a small plane!
It was very small. As was that baby. To get in the plane you went through this opening behind Steve. They snapped one part of the door up. Then they brought the rest down. This lady was constantly on her phone going through her pictures.
We saw a number of tree plantations with some fires that looked like they were well controlled. First stop was Dangrio. A few people got off. Selfie lady was doing a good job tweeking her pictures. There appeared to be many big ass homes here. These homes were on the way to Placencia.Our second stop. About six people got off here, and one guy got on with a bouquet of flowers.
A lot of stuff was loaded onto the plane.
These roses were placed behind me on the plane. They must have cost a fortune! The plane was pretty empty by now. They didn’t ask us to move our seats. I was wondering about that. Sometimes on the smaller planes they need to balance the load. This was a a cruise ship island. There was a big swimming pool, lots of beaches and chairs. Most of the land we flew over had lots of green, and these interesting rivers. We were finally near our destination. Punta Gorda. We are going to be staying in the rain forest, near the coast. Steve will be fishing, while I will stay sober and blog. I am not sure if I will go to the beach at all. It was another small airport.
Good bye plane! I hope someone meets us here to take us to the resort! We waited outside with our luggage and selfie girl with boyfriend. We met the driver from Copal Tree lodge, and our four bags got loaded into the Jeep.
This is the center of town where the market is held. If I went to a grocery store I would ask to go to Tim’s. It looks like the biggest in town.
Here is sugar cane. When they are ready do harvest, it is cut down to the ground. Then the soil is tilled and new sugar cane roots are planted. Follow the signs to Copal Tree Lodge. This is where we will be staying.
Yay! We have entered the grounds.
This is the organic garden. There is a coffee plantation on site, a rum distillery and also a stable with horses to ride. This will not be a beach vacation, although Steve will be fishing of course.
This is a picture of a permit. Steve hopes to catch one of these. They are very hard to catch. We have our fingers crossed.
We were given a refreshing glass of ginger tea. It was refreshing but spicy!
Are you ready to see our room? We took a tram up to our room. We are in one of the four canopy suites. They are supposed to be larger, and have a better view. nothing but the best for Linda! There are about eight other regular suites, and a villa. I think the villa is for families.
Our room is just across the patio the left most door.
There was a small covered seating area outside the canopy suites. I am praying that we don’t have neighbors that like to party like crazy, because that seriously looks like a nice place to hang out! Looking in the other direction is the pool with an invisible edge. I had always wanted a pool in our back yard in Poughkeepsie. Steve tolerated my thoughts and said “Go ahead, and get an estimate!”. Well my estimate for my dream pool was over $200,000! Thankfully I came to my senses and declined the generous estimate that the pool salesman offered us. The pool would have been quite special, with an invisible edge, retractable cover, beach style entry, and waterfall. Of course, I would hardly use it at all as I am not crazy about being outside in weather that is either too hot or too cold, or too humid. I like the air around me moving just a tad and a constant 72 unless I am sleeping.
We are in room 15. Get ready. Walking in I wanted to cry. It was so large.
There was a closet to the right, with a safe.
To the left was the bathroom.
What is that outside on the deck facing the jungle?
Why it’s a soaking tub! Of course, doesn’t everyone need to bathe with a view? There was also a large shower and a toilet, but unless it is a $10,000 Japanese toilet with fans, cleansing wands and heated seats, I will rarely take their picture!
Let’s explore the room a little more. Big bed with fake mosquito netting for a romantic mood.
Large sofa that could possible used to take a nap.
Another view of the bed.
There was a desk to throw stuff on.
Should we look outside? Through the doors we go. Another sofa to hangout on to my left. To the right was a hammock and more chairs to lounge on. This is my kind of place! Steve tried out the hammock but said it was a little bit too small for his frame. I won’t try it unless he is around as I am likely to get trapped in it. ‘This is a view from the outside looking in.
Here is a closeup of the beautiful birds of paradise flowers in our room. We unpacked and then it was time for dinner.
There were more beautiful flowers in the dining room.
This is where I chose to sit. All the tables were outside on the veranda.
It started to get dark pretty quick, once the sun began to set.
As it was Valentine’s Day we had a special menu.
Steve drank wine, and I had a glass of sparkling wine.
The amuse bouche was bread and butter. ????? I think bread and butter should always be served, but I will follow the chef’s lead on this one, amuse bouche it is.
I had the conch and corn chowder soup to start.
Steve had the chicken wings, which were really messy to eat.
Steve’s entree was lamb.
I had the lobster special. Today was the last day that lobster could be legally caught in Belize. They are off limits so they can spawn.
Steve had the vanilla spice cake.
I had the chocolate tart.
Do you drink more than normal while you are on vacation?
How much time a day do you spend curating your selfie collection?
Did you think “I want to go there!”, when you saw my room?
Another day and more eggs. Let’s see if the fruit is different today. Yes! Today we have added a new fruit. Dragon fruit! This is what they look like before they are cut up. It tastes very similar to a melon.Today we had four new guests arriving so we had a bigger crowd for lunch. The breeze had settled down so we were eating on the back veranda again. You can tell that I claimed a seat with a view right away. There are my reading glasses designating my chair claim! I decided to try the beef burger with sweet potato fries. They also offer a pork burger. I have not tried that.
The afternoon was more reading, blogging and stretching. I did soak my sore feet in the pool a bit. The cool water really helps the itching. Our first canapé of the evening was conch fritters with a dipping sauce. Next up was hummus on baked pitettes. Pitettes is just a fancy name for a cracker. These guys had olives on them. I passed as I don’t like olives. Our starter was crab and pumpkin bisque. Steve and I had the chicken and mushroom pie. It was yummy. An alternative was fish pie.
Dessert was Delphi Tiamisu.
J from Scotland sat at the head of the table tonight. S actually sat next to me. I teased him “You are daring to sit next to me again?” He joyfully bantered back to me “You know all my secrets now, there is nothing left to tell!” Well it might not have been that exactly as I am terrible at remembering stories, but it was of a similar meaning.
When we stayed in December one of the guests was a writer. He had ghost written a number of autobiographies. None that I was allowed to find out, as he was a ghost writer, after all. I inquired “How can anyone remember conversations that they had years ago?” You actually can’t unless you have a phenomenal memory, or keep a detailed diary. The guest told me that he needed to fact check a number of facts that clients had given him. Upon further research, the stories didn’t jive with the truth, and the clients had to be gently reminded of this. They were rarely happy that they had to tell the truth. I think they preferred thinking that they were responsible for all the team wins when they were high school football players, or the excellent business deals made were all due to their financial acumen.
At dinner there was a lull in the conversation and I asked S from Scotland if he knew any Burn’s poetry. Well he serenaded me with quite a few stanzas. I could only understand every third word, but it was enchanting! He did not just recite the poem, he used great facial expressions and emoted with such style! It was grand!
Mr. V from England as opposed to Mrs. V, married to J; told us a story about his wife. Before they were married she would accompany his fishing. She would row him across the lake to all the good fishing spots. What a brilliant match V thought! After they got married she stopped accompanying him, and certainly didn’t row the boat. Now that is Bait and Switch! To be fair, V said he didn’t expect her to row his boat forever.
I also have forgotten to mention that the male V, not to be confused with female V married to J ], is a fly tyer also. Steve wanted to see his fly collection, so Steve brought his up during the cocktail hour a few days ago. I was hoping that V would remark “That is a nice fly, at a few of the flies that Steve had tied”. He did! V brought down his flies (as he was in one of the upper rooms, he would have come down to meals as opposed to us staying in the lower level and coming up for meals. Totally unnecessary comment, but it keeps my word count up!) Steve thought V’s flies were also nice, and may tie his flies a little bit different. Although as Steve’s catch percentage had been very good, he might not need to improve his fly selection.
The female V, married to J has also been plagued by the itches. I gave her a number of my extra antihistamines, and anti itch lotions. Let’s hope they help. Steve had not been bothered by the itchies at all. Only some of us have those irresistible pheromones that attract any and all biting insects. V and J are going to another resort next week, and it will be miserable to continue with all this itchiness. I return to Poughkeepsie on Thursday to a possible snow storm coming this weekend!
Another day, another view of the breakfast sideboard. Breakfast today was two eggs, but I went outside of my comfort range and had them poached! Instead of an English muffin, I just had a slice of bread toasted. Watch out, I am beginning to walk on the wild side! Another lunch by myself, but the table was placed at an angle. Staff must have sensed that I was going to be adventurous for the day! More yummy chips, salsa, and sour cream. For some reason no guacamole. I had the chicken Caesar salad again. Surprise, surprise I also ordered fries!This is the view of another beautiful sunset that we had. First canapé was quail eggs. I didn’t have my reading glasses on and thought the dish had a brown dip in it. Instead it was celery salt! Quite the surprise. One of the guides raises quail for bird shooting and he sells some of the eggs. Here is the trio of Dutches County residents. No names, but his initials are TB. I am holding someone else’s drink as I don’t drink regular martinis! We also had beef tartare on toast. We had a small group at dinner tonight. Sometimes there are over 20 at dinner! The young man at the end was on his first bone fishing trip. As Max, the manager was off for the night, I filled in the spot as host/hostess for the evening. I sat at the other end of the table. LH was just accepted into William and Mary Law School, so we made a toast in his honor also! Our starter was grilled peaches and goat cheese. I love peaches and Steve doesn’t really care for fruit so I got to have a double portion of peaches! Yay! Steve and I both had the Osso Bucco. It was good but not as good as the Osso Bucco that I make! Steve says no one makes it as well as I do. I follow the Marcella Hazan recipe.The evening’s dessert was pot au chocolate with tangerine creme fraiche. I prefer whipped cream, as I don’t like the sourness of creme fraiche.
Steve’s day fishing was very successful. He went to a secret spot and caught a barracuda and six bone fish. Here is a picture of one of them held by Steve’s guide Robin.
Another day and another breakfast. I love this arrangement of melons and pineapple.I decided that I would find out when low tide was and I would take a walk on the beach. The water was warm, and if I were a good swimmer I would have gone swimming. But alas, I was by myself, and I am not a strong swimmer, so instead I walked along the beach, looking for nonexistent shells. You can see how private the beach is. Only one house shares our stretch of shoreline. Then it was back up the hill, huffing and puffing as I went along. I am lazy and would rather not walk back up the hill, so I rarely go down to the beach when we stay here. I prefer to just look at it once in awhile and then continue my reading a book from the stack of romance novels that I brought with me on vacation. As everyone else was off fishing, the table was set up for just me. Ipad, book and view in hand I enjoyed my lunch. Lunch was grilled chicken, greens, vegetables and Chinese cellophane noodles. A proper size cup of cappuccino and a leftover mini banana muffin for dessert. First of the two canapés was conch fritters with a dipping sauce. This was followed by hummus on a cracker. We were served crab and pumpkin bisque as our starter. Steve and I both had the mahi mahi with vegetables. It was Jason, the chef’s night off and the breakfast cook made dinner. Dessert was Tiramisu. It was very sweet and I couldn’t finish all of it. Steve decided to hunt for permit today at Sandy Point. He saw four, but the fish did not take his fly. Permit are notoriously hard to catch. They are hard fighters and can weigh over 25 pounds! Steve caught two bonefish for the day. This is a picture of one of last years fish, that I had posted on instagram. Steve looks like a bank robber here, he is just trying to prevent sun damage.
Do you read crime novels or romance?
Do you make fruit and vegetable table decorations?
During the winter Steve found an advertisement for property in the Adirondacks. 523 acres of land in Franklin County. The Salmon River runs through part of it.
I have left all the contact information in case you might be interested. I guess by telling you that you can also be a proud owner of “The Land” you have figured out that we didn’t buy the property. Well, maybe so, but read on, as it truly was an excellent adventure!
Well, that was enough to get Steve interested. His own private stretch of the Salmon River. Since we don’t have access to a snowmobile we couldn’t go to see it until Spring.
We couldn’t go in May because I was having my Excellent Adventure at Memorial Sloan Kettering with the removal of my Myxoma in my thigh. You do remember that Adventure don’t you?
By June, I was fit enough to go for an Exellent Adventure to explore “The Land”, as Steve and I affectionately named the property. So off we went to meet the real estate agent in Saranac Lake, about 90 minutes away from our house in Lake George.
Now you are probably asking what in the world were Steve and Linda thinking about acquiring 523 acres of forested land far, far away from civilization. There is no house on the property, no electricity, no running water (except for the Salmon River), and probably no cell service….
Wonder on, I think Steve was a bit delusional, but I love the man fiercely and thought, “Well, it might make an interesting blog post!”We met Tim in his office and he showed us the map. “The Land” is located right where Tim’s finger is. We needed to drive about another hour to get to the property. Part of the journey would be on unpaved private roads. The property was in the middle of nowhere, a beer run would probably take an hour or so. Walmart? Tack on another sixty minutes at least.
You can see in this picture how far away Lake George is. Our property in Diamond Point is located five miles north of the village of Lake George.
Off we went, following Tim in his big truck. If Steve and I purchased “The Land”, we were going to have to buy a pickup truck. Steve has secretly wanted a pickup truck for a long time, but we have no use for them. We don’t haul anything that can’t fit in the SUV or the van.
Long ago before we had children we stayed at a fishing lodge in Grand Lake Stream, Maine. We saw a 90 year old codger who drove a brand new fire red pickup truck. Steve laughed that he must have just gotten a good health report from his doctor!
We eventually got to the start of the private road and we got in Tim’s truck.
Here is the gate to let us onto the private road. During winter this road is only passable by snowmobile. Remember that factoid, it will be crucial to the tale of this adventure! We slowly drove on the dirt road and started to explore the property. Here we are on a short walk to a pond. Steve is wearing one of his at least twenty plaid shirts. Ten are located in Poughkeepsie, and ten in Lake George.
Tim is wearing a long sleeve version. We aren’t as used to the bugs, so Steve and I both wore long sleeves and doused ourselves with bug repellant.
Here is Steve checking out the pond at the end of our short walk. It was really a pretty view, but the pond was too shallow, all the fish would probably die off during the winter. Steve brought his fly rod in case he saw a fish rise. He never even made a cast.
Here is a little video of the pond. A bit dejected we went back to the truck. We did see some pretty flowers, but that was about it. The trees on the property were not that good looking. The property had a deal with a hunting club. They had access to the property for hunting, and supposedly that paid for the taxes.
By now we had decided that being Lumber Barons was not in the cards for us. We had enough and told Tim, that we had seen enough. We started to head back to where Steve and I had our car parked. Unfortunately we then heard a hiss and a thump thump. Oh, no! A flat tire! It seems that studs from a snowmobile had fallen off during the winter and one was laying face up in the road. Here is Tim at work jacking up the truck.Tim spent quite a bit of time trying to get the wheel off. We looked in manuals, and tried to find out if there was a secret to getting the tire off. The tire just didn’t want to come off the axel. Finally Tim got a shovel from the bed of the truck and whacked the truck a good one. Finally the tire came off! Yay! We were lucky as there was no cell phone reception where we were. Tim did not have a satellite phone. His wife wasn’t expecting him home for dinner as he was coaching a local lacrosse team. So no one would think about looking for missing Tim until about ten o’clock at night! Here is our hero Tim! We were all so happy that the tire got on the truck. We drove back on that dirt road slowly, with eyes looking for any kind of glint in the dirt that might be another snowmobile stud!
We said goodbye to Tim after we finally reached our car. We had never been so happy to be on paved roads! We stopped for ice cream on our way back to Lake George. A soft ice cream twist on a hot day. As our friend Greg says “mmmm, mmmm!”
Yes indeed! Although I think I’m going to have to do something about those age spots before my next hand close up!
Are you a lumber baron?
Does your husband ever have any crazy ideas about buying property?
Do you tolerate his madness with a sweet smile?
Which do you prefer? Soft vanilla, chocolate or twist ice cream cones?
I left you yesterday with a trip to Buenos Aries from the airport in Bariloche.
It was quite confusing for us, as the gate was constantly changing. Not only that, but I had lots of people watching going on. From gentleman with serious mustaches, to the man in the denim joggings, there was lots to observe. And, considering that I could probably enjoy watching paint dry, that is not saying much.