Down one country road and along another from Newburgh, we arrive in Tweed in time for supper with our friends Lynn and Billy. Bridget and I have had an easy day of it, but not so Lynn and Billy, who have spent the day harvesting garlic – digging it up, sorting it and hanging it up, ready for sale. Continue reading
Two weeks in the province of Ontario – a place I left 20 years ago – and we spent it hopping from one town to the next, visiting family and friends for a few days at a time. Not too much time spent sightseeing; rather, lots of sit-down time over food and drink, reconnecting after years of being away. Continue reading
One day in Montreal is not anywhere near enough time to get in all the highlights that this city has to offer, so all we could do was pick one and go for it. Continue reading
About an hour southwest of Quebec City lies the small town of St Jacques de Leeds in the Eastern Townships. Today the sleepy town belies a history that changed the direction of a nascent Canada. It’s a story involving Bridget’s ancestor, one Robert Corrigan. We’ve come to Leeds to find out that story Continue reading
The remainder of our week in the province of Quebec begins with a whirlwind 24-hour visit to the provincial capital. Arriving midafternoon, we checked in at the residences of Laval University, with its affordable lodging and a place to park the car. Catching a bus heading into downtown, we debarked at the entrance to rue St Jean, gateway to the section of the old city that sits high on the hill. Continue reading
We wake up to an overcast day to start our drive around the Gaspe Peninsula. We could have wished for clear skies and a sunny day, but are glad, at least, that rain isn’t in the forecast. Continue reading
The second leg of our road trip begins. We made our getaway from New Hampshire on Sunday, July 1 – Canada Day – and most appropriately, Canada is our destination. Shooting up through Maine on I-95, we cross the border into New Brunswick at Woodstock and make our way along the Trans Canada Highway to the little town of Harvey, south of Fredericton. Continue reading
Home in lovely New Hampshire! We’ve got about five weeks at home to get whatever needs doing done before we head out on the road again. A lot of that doing is in the chore category – it comes with the territory. If you go on vacation for five months, you’ve got a five-month stack of life you’ve left behind that needs tending to. Continue reading
May 21 – An evening in New York is all I get this time and we split it between the West Village for dinner and uptown for drinks. We’ve settled on John’s Pizzeria on Bleeker Street for our first course – we being Mike Fishman, Robbie Mendelson and me, and we dig in with gusto. Continue reading
May 13 – Mother’s Day – and what better way to spend it than with my daughter. My gift is Bridget, and her gift is she does the five-hour drive through the rolling hills of Pennsylvania to Ithaca in upstate New York while leaving the music-to-drive-by selection to me. Continue reading