We left Mackinaw City behind and headed up to see the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum in the town of Paradise, Michigan. Although their website claims that it is a very popular tourist destination, I didn’t believe it. Until we got to the parking lot and there wasn’t any parking. Luckily, we managed to find a spot along the road and made our way up to the museum.
There’s a lot to see. The lighthouse caught my attention first. Then the museum and the lighthouse keeper’s quarters that chronicled what it was like to be a lighthouse keeper in the late 1800’s. There was also an Edmund Fitzgerald film and exhibit about the loss of the ship back in 1975. They even played the Gordon Lightfoot song regarding the tragedy, and it could have been corny, but it wasn’t.
The Driftwood on the Beach
I was surprised by the amount of driftwood we saw on the beach. There were a few people swimming and I did dip my toes in the water to see how cold it was. (It was pretty cold.) Doesn’t Lynn look particularly handsome here? I think so.
After seeing the lake and the museum, we grabbed some lunch at a roadside tavern and headed to see some waterfalls. I mean, who doesn’t like a waterfall?
Tahquamenon Falls State Park
After paying the $11 non-resident fee to get into the park, we hiked a bit. Luckily, the walk to see the water was primarily a boardwalk. (This is important as you’ll see towards the end of this story.) Maybe I’m jaded because we have A LOT of waterfalls in New York State (including one in our own backyard). These were just okay. It was probably a good thing to do if it was really hot, and you were traveling with older children. The water looked very brown though, and I later learned it was because of the tannins from the surrounding trees that leak into the water. Apparently, it’s also nicknamed “Root Beer Falls,” which I thought was appropriate.
On to See the Locks
We had about an hour and a quarter to drive from the park to Sault St. Marie. The mission: to see the Soo Locks. Truthfully, it was kind of boring. I had read a lot about the locks – the key take away is that they are gravity-fed. Operated and maintained by the Army Corps of Engineers, there is also a small visitor center as well as an observation platform. So, we climbed the stairs to the top of the platform, and then everyone just kind of stands around and waits for a boat to come through the lock. When a boat does arrive, you get to watch as the boat goes down (or does the water go up?). This enables the boat to navigate through the St. Mary’s River (where the locks are located), and then make their way to either Lake Huron or Lake Superior. The museum (and the platform to view the boats) are free to the public although there is a security checkpoint when you enter the park. I had wanted to see the Soo Locks and now I did. So, I count myself lucky, if underwhelmed. (I attribute this sentiment to the fact that we, too, live near many locks on the Erie Canal and have watched boats navigate the waterways.)
Sault Ste. Marie (Ontario not Michigan)
When I had first told Lynn we were staying in Sault Ste. Marie as part of our trip, he thought we were staying in the Michigan town. No, I told him, we would be staying on the Canadian side. Why? Well, since I wanted to drive further up the coast in the morning to see more of Lake Superior, I figured it would be easier than having to go back and forth across the border. Plus, (and most importantly), there was an Asian-fusion restaurant that had caught my attention.
I will say that while Sault St. Marie, Michigan, wasn’t anything to write home about, neither was the Canadian town with the same name. Case in point: we stayed in a Holiday Inn that was across the street from a mall that had since gone out of business. That meant the entire area was pretty dead, but bizarrely the hotel was packed. I have to think it’s because 1) there was no place else to stay, and 2) everyone was heading somewhere else in the morning. We had a lovely suite with a fireplace even though it looked like it fell from the sky (it divided the room in half). And overall, maybe because there didn’t seem to be a lot of activity in the town, it was very quiet.
Dinner at Peace
I had picked this restaurant because it was a 5-minute walk from the hotel and also only one of two places in town that even looked decent. Actually, dinner at Peace that night was more than decent. The menu was exciting, the food was delicious, and Wednesday night they have a 50% off bottles of wine deal. We also had a great server, Ella, who besides walking us through some great menu choices, told us what we should see (Agawa Rock Pictographs), and eat (apple fritters), when we drove up the TransCanada Highway in the morning.
Peace’s menu focuses on small plates, so we had quite a few of those. To start: a spicy shrimp dish plated on a dish of julienned celeriac. A crispy salmon roll came out next, and then an octopus special that turned out to be my favorite dish. We were about to order mussels, too, when the table next to us ordered a round of bao buns. One look at their plates and our eggplant-stuffed version was headed our way. The cooking was creative, spicy, and Lynn thought it was the best meal of the trip. (My vote went to Grace’s in London, Ontario.)
The TransCanada Highway
We had planned for at least one real beach day on this trip and today was supposed to be the day. We woke up to chilly, gray skies, and the threat of rain. When we left the downtown area of Sault Ste. Marie heading north, I realized the cause of the town’s demise. Most of the shops and restaurants (primarily fast-food chains) had all moved to the strip outside of town. We’ve seen this in many cities we’ve traveled to and it’s just depressing.
We drove nearly two hours along the coastal highway and arrived at Agawa Bay to see the rocks. The sign shown below should have deterred me. It didn’t. Actually, we started out on the hike without any hiking gear, and quickly went back to the car and got our poles.
Was it treacherous? Yes. Was I extremely uncomfortable? Yes. Did I think I was going to die? (50/50). I kept quizzing those who had made the climb down and were now heading back up. 1) How much further is the trail? 2) Is it worth it? And 3) Does it get any worse? Every single person lied. This includes the Dad who was showing off by carrying his daughter on his shoulders.
In between hyperventilating, I did manage to take some pictures. Did I mention I’m afraid of heights? Not going up, but going down? Did I mention I also broke one of our hiking poles, so Lynn gave me his? See him holding the broken one?
In fairness, once we got close to the bottom of the trail and saw Lake Superior, I looked at Lynn and said, “That’s it.” I didn’t have to navigate any more dangerous boulders to look at basically the view I was getting now.
And then we walked back up (including me at one point having to crawl up one particularly annoying steep, rocky section), until we reached the car. Lynn said to me, when we had regrouped, that he thought I was going to quit long before I did. I didn’t, I kept going and now feel kind of proud about it. However, had we made it around that last bend, this supposedly is what would have greeted us.
The Biggest Apple Fritter I’ve Ever Seen
Even though after that “hike,” I could have easily tossed back a bottle of booze, we stopped at The Voyageur’s Lodge on Batchawana Bay to grab lunch. As mentioned, we knew about the apple fritters, but we wanted more than that. So, we split an order of fish tacos and fries, and ONE ENORMOUS APPLE FRITTER. We had taken our food outside to eat on their deck when it started to pour. We quickly ran to the car and ate there. I mean, look at the size of that fritter!
Harmony Beach
After finishing the fritter (it wasn’t bad even though I didn’t taste a hint of apple in the batter and luckily, it wasn’t a belly bomb), we decided to try and find a beach. Remember, going to Lake Superior and sitting on the beach, even briefly, was the purpose of the trip. (Besides touring the Frank Lloyd Wright house that would come later in the trip of course.)
It stopped raining when we reached Harmony Beach. There were a few brave ones in the water, but I was happy to just stand on the beach (fully clothed) and look at the lake. Had the weather cooperated, I think the view would have been pretty. These pictures just emphasized the dreariness of the day, but definitely not my mood. And yes, there was a lot of driftwood on this beach, too.
The Border Guard
Dare I mention that when we left Canada in the morning and crossed back into the States, the U.S. border guard wanted to know where we had been. When we mentioned the Agawa Pictographs, he didn’t even blink an eye. He just said, “You know people fall off those rocks and have to be rescued!”
Tomorrow we’re driving to Grand Rapids, and then our final destination, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.
When we had checked into the Holiday Inn the night before, the front desk clerk had given us the heads-up that the ferry we had booked to get to Mackinac Island was down two boats.
“They’ll probably send you over to a different ferry,” she said.
Okay, no problem I thought. And since Lynn and I were both familiar with the difficulty of finding a parking spot near popular summer island destinations (Fire Island and Martha’s Vineyard in particular), we mentioned we would walk from the hotel to the ferry.
The thought of walking apparently made the desk clerk very nervous since she immediately reached below her desk and handed us a piece of paper. I looked down and saw that not only was there the phone number of a taxi service to call, but also the phone number of a shuttle bus that was sponsored by one of the ferry companies in case we needed a ride.
Lynn and I looked at each other and shrugged. It was less than a half hour walk from the hotel, but I guess too far for her.
The Ferry Ride
We woke up to a gorgeous sunny day with not a cloud in the sky. We started walking over to the ferry terminal not sure what to expect. Even though I had booked tickets online, in advance, the tickets were open-ended. Meaning you can use them any day and any time. The problem is that I had booked tickets for the fast boat, and it was exactly that boat that had broken down. So, we got in line and waited with everyone else.
The first boat that pulled up looked like Johnny Depp was going to be on it. Yep, it was a pirate-themed boat. Right then and there I decided that this would not be the boat we would be on. Apparently, others around me (mostly with age-appropriate children in tow) insisted that taking this boat would cut down on the travel time to get to the island. Plus, wouldn’t it be fun? I decided to wait until the next ferry arrived.
I had always wanted to visit Mackinac and see The Grand Hotel. I wasn’t expecting the turquoise-colored water that day that surrounded our voyage to the island. Or the picture-postcard view of the hotel towering above everything else upon our approach. Dare I mention that the pirate boat did in fact pass us as we meandered across the water?
Mackinac Island
Forty-five minutes later, we arrived on the island. Since it was still too early for lunch (thinking we would grab something at The Grand Hotel), we start exploring. We walked up to the fort and decided not to pay to go inside. Instead, we walked up a pretty steep hill and got our view. There we saw both Round Island Passage Light (the column shaped light in the photo below) and the quaint Round Island Lighthouse.
After walking up the hill, we walked back down realizing we had missed the town entirely. While I had been prepared for the horsedrawn carriage rides and bicycles, I was not prepared for the amount of people who were visiting (on a Tuesday, no less). I was also not prepared for the many, many angry teenagers I witnessed who even that early in the day (before noon), were already complaining that 1) they were tired; 2) they were hot); and 3) that their parents were “torturing” them with all the walking. I will mention that at least 75% of those who were complaining were more than a bit overweight.
I also didn’t realize that one of the main attractions on Mackinac was the consumption of fudge. According to the Mackinac Island Tourism Bureau, there are 13 fudge shops on the island, and it’s even touted as the “fudge capital of the world!” Still, I was surprised that nearly everyone I saw that day was consuming fudge, or ice cream, or both. I sighed and told Lynn that we’d have to eat lunch first and then consider buying some fudge to go.
We kept walking and tried to get away from the throngs of tourists. We headed towards streets that were less crowded and admired the houses, many of them B&B’s or Inns. The houses were beautiful. And look at the flowers!
We made our way towards the rocky shoreline and looked at the water. We even collected some rocks to take home. We had only seen Lake Huron once before when we drove up to Tobermory, Ontario, in 2017, but this view was pretty.
The Grand Hotel
We walked up the road to the hotel. There were flowers everywhere and the hotel is very grand. After ignoring the sign that requested a $12 fee per person to walk around the property, I went up to the front desk and inquired about lunch. Turns out you have to pay the fee to even step into the dining room where lunch ($77 per person) was buffet style. Everyone who knows me knows I avoid buffets like the plague. Still, I managed to get some photographs of the interior of the hotel. It looked old but plush. There actually weren’t a lot of people milling around (guests, that is) but I did feel a bit like I was trespassing.
Here are a few shots. This living room had a very pronounced Wes Anderson vibe to it. (Think The Grand Budapest Hotel.) And the porch area was spectacular. Everything was very clean and looked well cared for. Which I guess is the point if you are staying there since rooms START at $359 per person/night.
I mean look at all the geraniums. And the balconies!
Lunch at the Jockey Club
We decided to grab lunch at the Jockey Club, a restaurant that overlooked the golf course and the hotel. As soon as we sat down, I noticed something was amiss. Every single one of the servers was black and only serving white people. Most, I assumed were there on H-2B guest worker visas and they all wore a name tag with a number after it. When I inquired from our server what the number meant, she told me it was the number of seasons they had worked at the hotel. (She was on season 3, but her co-worker, an older man, was on season 25.) There’s more I can say about this topic, but I won’t because I can’t really wrap my head around it. I know seasonal hotels such as these have an enormous problem finding help especially if you are on an island that is difficult to get to. That said, it appears that many of the staff members were from Jamaica. I would like to assume that if they didn’t like working at the hotel, they’d find another seasonal job someplace else in the States. And, when I got home, I made sure to read some of the reviews on Indeed about their employer. Most of the complaints focused on staff meals and accommodations rather than pay.
Even with our discomfort, I will say that while lunch was expensive (but way cheaper than the buffet), the swordfish sandwich that Lynn and I both had was absolutely delicious. Was it worth it? Probably not. Did I regret going there? A little.
Time for Fudge
After lunch, we walked into Murdick’s Fudge shop which claims to be the oldest fudge store on the island. After all, we had to at least try the fudge, right? $14 later, ONE large slice of chocolate walnut fudge was purchased. We nibbled on it standing outside the store and I have to admit it was good.
Back on the Ferry
We managed to take the “fast” ferry back but had to sit below deck. While this trip was a mere 16 minutes, the boat was packed, and I was worried about being in an enclosed space and catching something. Pneumonia? Another strain of Covid? Especially since the woman next to me was coughing the entire time. Lynn’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger with each passing moment and the minute the boat docked, we got off quickly.
Dinner Later That Evening
There weren’t many dinner options (in my opinion) in Mackinaw City unless you wanted a burger or fried food. Therefore, on our second night, we ended up at The White Buffalo Bar and Grille. They had lots of fish on the menu (including walleye and whitefish), and a decent wine list.
When we arrived for our 7:30 dinner reservation, there was one server trying to handle two huge rooms. I wasn’t sure if she would be able to pull it off (especially since we were surrounded by large family parties), but she got us drinks, wine, and a platter of whitefish each in record time. Was the fish the best I’ve ever eaten? No. But I discovered that restaurant prices in Michigan were running about $20 less per entree than in New York and sales tax is only 6%. So, while the food wasn’t mind-blowing, at least it was affordable.
Final Thoughts
I’m glad we visited the island even though I was dismayed by the tourists, the fudge overload, and the people who have to journey so far from their own home to earn a living. Although it’s been over two weeks since we were there, we still haven’t finished the chocolate fudge we purchased! (It’s sitting in a box on our kitchen counter waiting for us to at least take a bite. Shameful, I know.) But perhaps looking back at our “step” count, we should have just eaten it all that day. I wonder what the Holiday Inn clerk would have thought of the 9.1 miles we clocked that day. Or an irate teenager?
Tomorrow we are heading up to finally see Lake Superior!
I will start at the end of this story first. The plan had been to visit Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Virginia and North Carolina’s Outer Banks. Unfortunately, we made it to Richmond, Virginia, when Lynn had a medical emergency (we spent 9+ hours in the ER at VCU) which forced us to cancel the remainder of the trip and return home.
We had spent the day in Richmond, Virginia, walking around the city specifically to visit the Edgar Allan Poe Museum. Once again, we had been there many years before but didn’t remember any of the details! On our “Trip South” in 1987 I wrote, “Went to see the Poe Museum with a collection of memorabilia, a slide presentation and a beautiful quaint garden in a terribly run-down neighborhood.” I’m happy to report that while not totally gentrified, the neighborhood has improved and the museum itself has expanded. They’ve done away with the slideshow and now have an audio tour and three separate buildings to visit. I was tickled that there were quite a few people visiting. (Only because I like to believe that there are at least a few people left in the world that appreciate “old” literature and still like to read books!) This time around, I paid attention, took in all the fun facts about Poe as a writer, and his bad luck with women. Case in point: the first woman he wanted to marry ended up marrying someone else. And the woman he eventually married (his 13-year-old cousin), ended up dying of tuberculosis in the Bronx when she was 24!
Back then, I didn’t realize he had never lived in the house in Richmond (which is described as the oldest residential building in that city.) Turns out a group of Poe “literary enthusiasts” wanted to make some sort of shrine to his work and thus, the museum was established. This these individuals did over 100 years ago!
Late Lunch – Barbecue!
Before we went to the museum, we stopped for a quick bite to eat. Some decent barbecue had been on my list of “musts.” I’m glad we were able to enjoy some really good pulled pork from Oak & Apple with a spicy jalapeño coleslaw on the side. I will mention that this will be the only food photograph I’m posting in this story. You will understand why if you read on.
In The Beginning, Lancaster
But let’s go back to the beginning of the trip. Wow, I had forgotten that just like our trip in 1987, we had started out in Lancaster, PA, too. This time around we were in Lancaster because we had a free hotel room. Two years prior we had made a reservation and only found out that we couldn’t stay there once we arrived because of some sort of “plumbing problem.” The hotel comped us a room somewhere else AND gave us a gift card to come back another time. I wasn’t about to pass up a free stay especially since we were heading in that direction anyway. We had spent the afternoon hiking the Lehigh Gorge trail earlier in the afternoon with the sound of the Lehigh River right next to the path. The water was high and loud with warning signs of “flash flooding” along the way but we kept walking.
We had dinner at the hotel and wine at the bar afterwards and it was just okay. (Hence, no pictures.) The one thing about the hotel I didn’t expect was while they have since abandoned turn-down service, they did manage to put a red rose and some chocolate on the hotel room’s door handle. I can’t even remember the last time we were given roses before “retiring” for the evening. (Actually, I can but it was in France.)
In the morning, after an especially inferior “continental” breakfast (especially since the hotel was quite “posh”), we got on the road and headed to Dunbar, PA, to see Kentuck Knob. Driving from Lancaster, one sees the southern part of Pennsylvania close to West Virginia. Suddenly, we were in the mountains and driving through tunnels that reminded me of northern Italy or Austria! The Blue Mountain tunnel was one of at least three we drove through that day.
We stopped for lunch in the town of Ohiopyle and ended up just grabbing a sandwich since the restaurant we thought we were going to decided they weren’t opening that day. (A common occurrence I’ve discovered during this pandemic.) We had a bit of time to kill before our tour so we walked around and looked at the river and the rapids.
Kentuck Knob
(And yes, that’s not a typo, that’s the name of the house.) Designed by Frank Lloyd Wright from 1953-1956 (when he was in his late 80’s and also working on the Guggenheim Museum in NYC, among other projects at the same time), this Usonian house was built for I.N. and Bernardine Hagan. They lived in the house for nearly 30 years until it was sold to “Lord Palumbo of England” who opened the house for tours in 1996.
We have seen many Wright houses over the years. This was a smaller and more modest house than many of his earlier works but the house is located high up on a hill with some gorgeous property and tons of “natural elements” (i.e., trees) to look at. This works perfectly with Wright’s philosophy of “designing in harmony with the environment” also commonly referred to as organic architecture.
We weren’t able to take any photographs of the inside, but here are some outside shots of this one-story gem.
The name “Kentuck Knob” has a bit of a story behind it which was revealed to us at the end of our visit by our tour guide. Apparently, a New York farmer in the late 1800’s was making his way to Kentucky in search of better farmland when he happened to stop in this part of Pennsylvania. This particular farmer decided that the land he saw there was just as good as any, so to the locals he became known as “Kentuck” (they conveniently dropped the “y”) since that had been his original destination. And the land he purchased? Well, the land was elevated and the hilly terrain was referred to as “knobs.” So the property became known as “Kentuck Knob.” Apparently, after the house was finished, Mrs. Hagan felt she needed a name for her house because the “Kaufmann” house, which was nearby, (also known as “Fallingwater” had one as well. After a research trip to the local historical society and library, she found out the fun facts listed above, and thus, the name of the house was born.
West Virginia!
And then we drove to Morgantown, West Virginia. We like to visit places we’ve never been to. We were disappointed in the town but loved the newly renovated Hotel Morgan. The design team managed to retain most of the original details of the hotel and play up some that made the hotel chic and nostalgic. A back wall at the check-in desk where old school tassel key chains were still hanging? Charming. (We had plastic cards you swipe to open the room door.) Funky furniture, floor tile and cool graphics throughout? Clever. A retro-looking mini-fridge in your room? Beyond cute.
After another uninspiring breakfast at this hotel, too (which I was surprised about given their high marks for design and service), we drove through West Virginia. I have two things to say: Wow and Wow. It was hilly, scenic and there were many places to pull over on the particular four-lane highway we were on to take photos and say “ooh and ahh.” I know you can’t “eat” a view but look at this! It’s gorgeous!
Down to Virginia
Finally, after a quick lunch stop (the third day in a row we had chicken sandwiches), we stopped at Natural Bridge. We had been to Natural Bridge before – or at least since there is already a magnet on our fridge from this attraction, I have to assume the magnet didn’t appear on its own. I vaguely remember seeing it with at least one child or even two. Maybe even pushing a stroller? In any case, the “bridge” and the surrounding rock formations were impressive, the sky was almost a funky turquoise blue, and this time around we walked the pathway all the way to the end of the park and were rewarded with the view of a small waterfall.
On To Roanoke
The “historic” Hotel Roanoke looks like a big Tudor castle in some parts. I loved reading about the history of this hotel which was built in 1882 by the Norfolk and Western Railroad to bring visitors to experience the Blue Ridge Mountain air. It has survived a fire and multiple renovations and it was “deeded” in 1989 by the railroad to Virginia Tech. It is now owned by Hilton and I think the chain did a decent job of keeping the spirit of this hotel alive. (They were also one of the few hotels I’ve seen this summer that seemed to have adequate staff. I also sincerely hope they were paying people well!)
Then, Dinner
We walked across the pedestrian bridge over the railroad tracks right across from the hotel and suddenly were in “downtown.” There were shops, restaurants, bars, and lots of people walking around given it was a Friday night. I had picked one particular establishment (billing itself as specializing in both steak and seafood) because I erred on the side of caution thinking our very large hotel couldn’t possible turn out a good meal. (I was wrong; the breakfast we had the following morning was the best meal we had on the trip.)
We had oysters that were decent but our server (who informed us it was his FIRST HOUR on the job) was barely breathing he was so nervous serving us that I didn’t dare ask him where the oysters were from or how they were plated. Then we had a crab cake that was described as their “house special” but it was so mediocre and tasteless I was afraid the rest of the meal would be dismal. It wasn’t. The huge hunk of swordfish that came out was grilled perfectly but served with the usual suspects – zucchini with roasted tomatoes and rice that was pretending to be risotto. We had cocktails, a bottle of wine and skipped dessert. Ultimately, everything was just okay.
The Upshot
Was I disappointed with the food on this trip? More than a little. My biggest problem is that sometimes I only go out to eat because I get tired of cooking at home. This is probably stupid on my part because nine times out of 10, I know that I can cook a better meal than what most restaurants will put before me. I’m not a picky eater and I have no allergies (really a dream client for any chef) but there are certain “standards” I do have. I want to see not only beautifully composed plates coming out of a kitchen but also food that excites me! I want to see a chef who has imagination. I don’t need to see magic every single time, but I want taste. I don’t want to eat a meal where every single plate I’ve ordered has been over-salted. I also don’t want to see the same menu everywhere I go over and over again. It’s just mind-numbing. In fairness, there were no upscale restaurants to visit on this trip. Nor we were close to any major cities where often there are so many good restaurants to choose from that sometimes it’s hard to pick just one or two if you are simply traveling through.
The next morning, we left to drive to Richmond, and well, you already know the end of the story.
We hadn’t driven south in quite a while and even with the long stretches, we saw some beautiful mountains and landscapes, did a moderate amount of hiking (and over six miles in Richmond before Lynn got ill). Most importantly, we did a lot of laughing on this trip and always enjoy each other’s company.
Originally, we thought if the doctor(s) gave him an “all-clear,” we would resume at least a portion of the trip we had to cancel nearly a month ago. And because we absolutely love to “road trip” together, we decided that we’d add on a couple more destinations, too. Unfortunately, there was another trip to the ER less than two weeks after we got home as well as some outpatient surgery. For now our road trip has been postponed indefinitely. Lynn is okay and slowly healing. But I’m looking forward to getting on the road again when it finally does happen!
Until our next “Let’s Go” adventure.
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We are latecomers to the world of hiking. Since our new “forever” home is a mere 30 minutes south of the Adirondack Park, we have a plethora of lakes, ponds, rivers and mountains to climb over, under and through. Consequently, there is absolutely no excuse not to go outside and explore the area. In fairness, this “activity” came about primarily because of COVID. We were “those” people during the pandemic who took up walking as much as we could because we couldn’t travel!
We hiked all last summer and into the late fall only stopping once the snow came. But even then, we would hop in the car and stop to watch the snowmobilers who would often cross our path. Sometimes we’d even clear off a picnic table that was covered in snow or ice just to have lunch. A new thermos was purchased to carry hot soup during the winter as well as an insulated backpack for water and sandwiches in the summer.
We already had enough casual clothes hanging in our closet that we could layer on but decided a set of hiking poles (for me) were a good investment. Since then we have met many types of people on a “trail” with us. There are quite a few couples who look at least 10+ years older than we are, and most of them I think are what could be considered “casual” hikers. Looking at their attire though, they often look as if they should be at the beach. Are you seriously walking in sandals? And wait, is that woman really carrying a purse?
Then there is the requisite young family, toting the kids along, and sometimes even a stroller in tow. (I’m not quite sure how that works when hiking.) While Mom might be a “serious” hiker and properly outfitted, the kids are usually barely keeping up and often would walk behind the parents with a frown on their face and flip-flops on their feet. Then there are the 20-year-olds! I don’t ever want to sleep on the ground unless I have to. But these “true” campers thought ahead. Foam sleeping pads are strapped to the top of their backpacks, water bottles or hydration packs are visible, and unlike the others as noted above, they always have proper gear – particularly decent boots and heavy socks.
This past week we upgraded our footwear to lightweight trail “runners” (after walking in ankle deep mud the week before and ruining our shoes), and then decided to try them out on a trip further upstate as well as Vermont and New Hampshire. There were two bucket list hikes we failed to accomplish last summer so we figured this last week before Labor Day would be a good time!
First Stop: Ausable Chasm
Located in the town of the same name in upstate New York, I was afraid there would be so many visitors that we’d want to turn around. I was wrong; it was fairly empty and we had most of the trail to ourselves. I thought the paths around the rim of the chasm were easy; the walkways not too narrow. We got some really nice views and although it was pushing 90 degrees that day, we were okay.
I have to assume the reason it was so empty where we were walking is that most of the visitors were there for the river rafting, rock climbing, and all sorts of other activities that we weren’t interested in. I mean, do I really want to walk over this narrow “board” they call a bridge just to get to the other side? I think not.
There weren’t a lot of places to stay near Ausable Chasm; there were tons of chain hotels near Plattsburgh (only 20 minutes away), but I couldn’t find a decent restaurant for dinner. The rule is we find the restaurant first, then the hotel. Ideally, in Julie’s “perfect” world, I like both to be within walking distance of each other so there’s no imbibing and driving.
Onward to Vermont
Which is how we ended up in St. Albans City, Vermont. The town looked bigger on the map, but there was a Hilton Garden Inn that was less than two years old, right smack in the middle of town and a restaurant a block away. It was a Tuesday night; we had made a reservation but the restaurant was packed and the hostess, unfortunately, kept turning people away who walked in without one. We had mussels and fish, an attentive server, but ultimately, it was just an okay meal. Hence, no food photos – a first for me!
New Hampshire Next!
Our next destination: Flume Gorge in Franconia Notch State Park in Lincoln. We had booked timed tickets ahead of our visit – again worrying about crowds. Luckily, it wasn’t too busy, and the park made sure that the current two mile hike is one-way only. So if there are people on a trail with you at least they are all going in the same direction. I thought this park and the gorge vistas were much more impressive than Ausable Chasm. The hike was fairly easy but lots and lots of stairs!
Besides the walkways, there were covered bridges to walk through and gorgeous pools of water deep in the bottom of the gorge.
And then we checked into our “Inn.” I only have two words for this place: don’t go. I will not name this very popular Inn and Brewery but will talk about the room and the mediocre food. In the 50+ years I’ve been traveling (42 of them with Lynn), I’ve never actually pulled down the bed covers to reveal torn sheets.* Not once.
Since the fitted sheet was the culprit, I have to ask how the housekeeping staff could possibly have stretched the sheet over the bed and not seen the rip? Since the Inn in question was packed with visitors and reduced staff, we decided to just ignore this issue and sleep on top of the flat sheet. (* On checkout we were given a small credit towards our stay for this “sheet inconvenience,” since I did mention it.)
My Burger Dilemma
Time to talk about the food. I understand the desire for pub/bar fare or whatever you might call it. I refer to such menus as “usual suspects.” That would be burgers, sandwiches, wings, french fries, maybe a salad if you are lucky. When we arrived at the Inn, we grabbed a quick beer and watched platters filled with the above-mentioned food items come out from the kitchen. Many people took home “doggie” bags. I hate that. Many people just ate some of the food and left the rest. I hate that even more. I kept staring at people’s plates (which Lynn hates) trying to see what others were ordering so that I wouldn’t go that route. (Tacos in particular seemed the thing not to order.)
By the time we were ready for dinner (nearly three hours later), I tried to order carefully – a Caprese salad might be okay, I thought. It wasn’t. Out came some greens with no dressing, slices of rubbery mozzarella topped with tasteless tomatoes. Our entrees you might ask? I ordered a cheeseburger (no bun) and onion rings. Lynn ordered the same but got the bun. Both burgers were over cooked and the onion rings, while large and fried, were tasteless. I felt sorry for my fellow diners but then realized most of them were there only to drink and probably didn’t even care if they had something to eat or not.
I’m not opposed to a good hamburger now and then. But it has to be really, really good. Back in the “old” days when we were living on Long Island (and close to NYC), even the “fanciest” of restaurants would invariably have a burger on the menu. The great late chef Joël Robuchon even offered a burger at his famous New York City restaurant L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon located in the Four Seasons Hotel. In my 2007 review at the time, I describe tasty little beef and foie gras burgers crowned with lightly caramelized bell peppers sandwiched between lovely little buns. (Why when I’m describing that dish does it sound well, incredibly sexual?) Now, give me one of those celebrity chef-inspired burgers, and I, too, will enjoy it immensely! I understand that even the finest restaurant will sometimes offer a burger on their menu to appease those individuals who are less adventurous eaters. I would like to see this trend disappear. That and kid’s meals. When our kids were young, they ordered what we ordered or we shared our dinners with them. And believe me, it’s a no-brainer to figure out why children have eating disorders or more than average food aversions; it’s because of their parents! But I’m diverting from the story.
Back to Vermont
Before we left New Hampshire, we hiked on the Lincoln Woods Trailhead following a branch of the Pemigewwaset River. Unlike upstate New York, where our rivers and creeks have been overflowing, this river was bone dry with huge boulders lining the river bed. The trail was also the site of an old logging camp so in addition to stepping over old railroad ties that were left, we walked quite a bit through the forest, ducking a few fallen oak trees.
With all this hiking, nearly six miles that day, we would look at all the mountains surrounding us but couldn’t really see their vastness. Although it was hazy, after we finished our hike, we drove up to the Hancock Overlook on Kancamagus Highway and got the view of the mountains we were looking for! Yes, it really is a hairpin turn up to the top!
And then we drove to the capital of Vermont. On the way we stopped to see the Martin Covered Bridge. Yes, there are many, many covered bridges in Vermont. This one, however, is special because it was built by a neighbor of farmer William Martin to connect two fields spanning the Winooski River. It’s a small bridge in a very small park (if you blink you will miss it) but historically significant. (And the only “farm” bridge left in Vermont.) Once in Montpelier, we stopped to look at the State House with its gorgeous Greek Revival building and shiny gold dome.
I would have been perplexed if we had not been able find a good restaurant in the capital of Vermont. In reality, the reason we were in Montpelier was to eat one very specific dish at Oakes & Evelyn right on State Street. Fun Julie fact: I read restaurant menus like other people read novels. Furthermore, I will travel long distances (by car or plane but not by boat) to eat at a restaurant that I think might be particularly worthy. Our dinner at Oakes & Evelyn that night hit all the right notes.
A Really Cool Menu
First let me do a special shout out to chef Justin Dain who not only cooked for us that night (with help from his crew) but brought out every single dish to the table we were sitting at outside. We had a lot of fun talking to him about the dishes he created. I think the photographs posted here should give you an idea of the talent in the kitchen, but just to be sure, I’ll give you a brief description as well.
Center photo: the dish that I specifically came to eat – seared foie gras and ahi tuna with fresh strawberries, a pistachio crumble and yuzu gastrique. (See the reason why I visited this place? I’ve never seen this combo before and it exceeded my expectations.) On the left of this amazing dish were a dozen oysters on the half shell from Massachusetts with some neat dipping sauces. On the right, silky smooth homemade gnocchi with corn and Parmesan all tossed together with some mushrooms that tasted like they had just been picked from a forest that morning. (Are you getting hungry yet?)
Then we hit the heavy hitters: Halibut on a bed of creamy polenta with some vegetables and finally for dessert: roasted blueberry and peach shortcake with brown sugar biscuits and vanilla cream. (We’re not total gluttons; we split the last two dishes.)
I once worked with a colleague who used to say that every town has ONE good restaurant. I have discovered that is actually not true. Oakes & Evelyn is not only a find but a top notch restaurant. If you are hiking or skiing in the area, I highly recommend a visit!
Since all good things do have to come to an end, the next day we drove home but not before stopping to see “Ben and Jerry’s Flavor Graveyard” on a hill overlooking their factory in Waterbury, Vermont. I will say this: funny but dumb. It’s not that I don’t like ice cream, I do. It’s just that I don’t like “stuff” in my ice cream. Being a purist, I normally stick with basic flavors like vanilla or chocolate. Lynn thought the “Schweddy Balls” flavor that had been retired was pretty comical though. (And yes, we both like the SNL skit, too.)
In less than a week we will be traveling again. On the agenda: a Frank Lloyd Wright house (Kentuck Knob) in Pennsylvania and then driving further south to Virginia and the Outer Banks. And between the sites to see, we’ve already planned for quite a few hikes along the way.
Really, I wanted to title this piece “Do You Miss Times Square on NYE?” Because the two days we spent in Maine were so mobbed with people during the day that I began to question 1) my sanity about traveling there during August, and 2) where exactly did all these people come from? However, once these “day-trippers” left or retired early to their vacation homes or assorted inn/hotel accommodations, the town in question, that would be Camden, was totally dead at night.
I was a bit put off by the quiet, but let me start at the beginning. We hadn’t been to Camden, ME, in 33 years and thought we’d drive to Falmouth, MA, first, then Salem, MA, and head up Route 1. In theory, it was a good idea. We hit a minimal amount of traffic and had a late lunch at the Lobster Trap in Bourne, MA. I looked at the price of a lobster roll ($35!) and decided I would spring for the fresh cod ($14) instead. We had a view, a glass of wine, and the food was good. The lobster roll could wait.
We checked into our hotel in Falmouth that had made a really big deal about the “contactless” service they were offering. This became an annoying point since even 24 hours before our arrival they were bombarding me with text messages. “When will you arrive?” I was asked. Followed by, “please send us a copy of a photo ID (either driver’s license or passport).” I complied but thought it was a bit odd. When we finally got there, I texted them “we’ve arrived,” only to be told to “pick up your keys at the front desk.” So much for not being in contact with anyone!
On the map, the hotel looked like it wasn’t very far from town (15-20 minute walk tops). In reality, it was set in a residential neighborhood with a road I knew would be dark at night with a sidewalk on only one side. Walking into town for dinner I thought could be dangerous.
But first we drove down to the water, parked the car, and walked briefly on the beach. When we drove back through town, people were already eating dinner. It was only 5:30! In fairness, it was Sunday and I realized quite a few of the restaurants close early Sunday night. By the time we had showered and changed and decided where we were eating (a seafood place on the water), it was 7:50 p.m. A relatively normal eating time in our household but apparently very, very late for this part of the country. We had checked the restaurant’s website which said they were open until 9 p.m. When we walked in at the above mentioned hour, the hostess informed us they were closing early tonight, 8 p.m. to be precise, and were not seating any more customers. Lynn and I looked at each other.
“Sushi?” I asked him.
We had seen a sushi place in town and drove quite rapidly, I might add, to get there. Of course, it was packed. Obviously, we didn’t have a reservation. Fifteen minutes later we got a table and while I didn’t expect my first dinner in Cape Cod to be sushi, I thought well, why not?
Since we are pretty adventurous eaters, we didn’t limit ourselves to just sushi. To start we ordered mussels in a spicy red curry sauce with basil and lemon grass, followed by grilled octopus with fingerling potatoes. The octopus was a bit soggy but I appreciated the Jackson Pollock- inspired presentation on the plate. Only after we had devoured these did we move on to the sushi: crunchy tuna and spicy salmon rolls.
By the next morning, we decided we had seen enough of Cape Cod (and realized we had never stayed in Falmouth at all; it had been Hyannis!) and drove to Salem. I thought I remembered Salem. I didn’t. Since we had last visited, the Peabody Essex Museum had been renovated but unfortunately, the day we were visiting, it was closed. We had lunch – a lackluster overpriced lobster roll that I won’t even show here (it’s not worthy) which we ordered only because we had refrained from getting the overpriced lobster roll the day before. (Two lobster rolls and two beers with tax and a generous tip cost us $90.44!)
Besides walking down to the historic maritime area, the real reason for our visit was to see the House of the Seven Gables and the birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Fun Julie fact: I had never read Hawthorne. Stupid Julie fact: I checked out the novel prior to our visit and couldn’t get through it. That said, I believe we had visited this historic house before but didn’t remember it. Maybe we just did a drive-by?
This time we opted for the self-guided garden tour which also gave us the history of the house after downloading the audio portion, too. Also on the property is the house Nathaniel Hawthorne was born in which was moved to the current site in 1958. Lynn felt the house lost some of its “authenticity” with its relocation. Here are some photos of the house and the beautiful gardens.
Truthfully, I also walked around the house and only counted SIX gables. So, if they lost one along the way, well, good luck finding it! Also in case you don’t know, here’s a fun fact about Hawthorne; he changed his name! Why is that? Because he was so embarrassed that one of his great-great-great-grandfathers (that would be John Hathorne) was one of the judges in the Salem witch trials that he decided to add a ‘w” to his name to lessen any association with this relative.
We decided to forgo buying any “witch” souvenirs or get a “spiritual reading” on the way back to the hotel. We also ignored the individuals hawking nightly “candlelit ghost tours,” preferring to spend our evening eating.
Finz, one of the few restaurants on the Salem waterfront, could have been hit or miss. It was a warm evening and everyone wanted to sit outside. The place was larger than I had anticipated but luckily, unlike other places we’ve encountered this summer, they seemed to have adequate staff.
Oysters to start? Yes, please. A bottle of Hitching Post Pinot Noir to wash it all down? Absolutely! (I won’t go into my utter surprise at seeing this particular bottle of wine on the menu, but if you have read my book, you will know that Sideways is one of my favorite films and this particular wine features prominently in the movie. ) Did I mention we also had a view? As the sun was setting? Of a schooner?
The following morning we drove to Maine. Someone once told me that Maine is like Long Island except Long Island has better bread and Maine has better blueberries. As I’ve mentioned before, we hadn’t been to Camden, Maine, in 33 years. Before i-phones and Instagram, I wrote down where we traveled, sites we visited, and (obviously) what we ate in “composition” books that are nearly the same price now as they were then! I have since gone back to writing this way since I often find that while a photograph will accurately capture a place, my notes tend to convey the spirit of the moment.
I was pregnant with our first child back in July 1988 and here are a few of my observations.
July 25, 1988: “Tried Ben and Jerry’s for the first time! The chocolate was very rich and the chocolate chunks were good.” (Since I still only occasionally eat ice cream but am a purist and dislike ice cream that has “stuff” in it, I can only attribute my pregnant state to the fact that I ordered something with “chunks” in it. )
July 26, 1988: “Drove to town [Camden] after breakfast and it was so foggy you couldn’t see anything. Decided to get back in the car and take Route 1 to Bar Harbor. Along the way we saw one lobster pound after another; many of them had big vats of water boiling that were heated with wood fires. We came back to the [Whitehall] Inn to have an early dinner because dinner hours are short – 6:00-8:30. There are also no TV’s or phones in the rooms. I did see lots of puzzles and games in the “parlor” along with a whole bunch of Edna St. Vincent Millay memorabilia. After dinner though, it seemed like us, people didn’t quite know what to do with themselves – maybe everyone just goes to bed early.”
July 27, 1988:“From Camden we headed up to Quebec. The smell of pine trees and fresh cut lumber was incredible. We saw quite a few lumber trucks carrying enormous logs and every so often a few mills, too. We realized we were running low on gas and wanted to fill up before we crossed the border, so stopped at the first no-name gas station we found. When I asked our gas station attendant (a young high school kid) where we were, he replied, “Jackman, Maine, which is 50 miles from nowhere!” ( Read on about how history repeats itself 33 years later in the pursuit of gasoline.)
Let me talk about Edna first. According to my “sources” (that would be wikipedia), Edna would recite poetry and play the piano at the Whitehall Inn in Camden, Maine, during the summer months. Lucky for her, a wealthy arts patron was so impressed with her talent that she offered to pay for her college education at Vassar! Four words: “Way to go girl!”
While we had in fact stayed at the Whitehall Inn back in 1988, this time there was no availability. In fact, we couldn’t get a hotel room for two consecutive nights in Camden so ended up staying at an inn one night and a hotel the second night. Unlike 1988 though, the weather was perfect – sunny and hot and hazy.
But let me get back to the point before we got to Camden. Before lunch, we went in pursuit of lighthouses. After all, isn’t that what Maine is known for? Besides lobster and blueberries? As previously noted, back in 1988, the fog was so intense there were no lighthouses we could see. This time would be different; we started by visiting Owls Head Lighthouse. The minute we walked up the steps to their gorgeous tower, there was a light breeze and you could smell the sea. Gosh, the view! Just like a postcard!
Afterwards we stopped at Hills Seafood Co. in Rockland, ME, and had really delicious clam chowder and lobster rolls with fries and slaw. While this lunch was just as expensive as the crappy one we had in Salem, the chowder and the lobster roll were both delicious and worth it. (Hint: it turned out to be the best lobster roll of the trip.)
After lunch, the Rockland Breakwater lighthouse beckoned. I had read about this “walk” and thought “no problem.” Still, I wasn’t really prepared for all the big gaps between each of the enormous granite boulders. A sign before one ventured down the nearly two mile “walk” to the “house” at the end indicated one should make sure one was capable of the journey. Also one was admonished that “accidents” happen when one is not paying attention and above all to “look at your feet.” I took that advice seriously. Lynn held my hand, we were careful, walked slowly, and made it safely there and back. I’m really glad we did that walk. And, most importantly, it was fun!
Yes, the “artistic” me did in fact have to capture the green shutters on this lighthouse (which look black in the photo) especially because there’s so much seawater damage to the building and platform it’s on.
And then it felt like it took us forever to get to Camden. Why? Because of the traffic! It took us nearly 15 minutes to simply get from one end of Camden to the other. It reminded me of the awful drive one has to endure on a certain part of Sunrise Highway to get to any of the towns named “Hampton” on the South Fork of Long Island. At least I knew where most of the people who were visiting the Hamptons were from (hint: NYC). But people who were visiting Camden, where did they all come from? (A few years back I caught up with an old Munich friend and he told me he had visited the Hamptons one summer with his family. My only reaction to this was “why?”)
We checked into our inn and were told we were actually not staying there but rather in a house a few blocks away. Lynn and I looked at each other, got back in the car, and simply pulled out into traffic hoping no one would cut us off or rear-end our car. Looking at this insane traffic and all the people in this town, I’m just glad we had actually found a place to stay. (Fun fact: our server for breakfast the next morning informed us that Camden is a small “hamlet” of 4,000 residents year-round. That number apparently quadruples in the summer months. But I’m convinced it had actually octupled the two days we were there! )
Luckily, dinner-wise we had planned ahead. We had reservations both nights at two of the few restaurants in town that were open mid-week. Lunch, however, would became more difficult. I will talk about that later. Our first dinner was at Nathalie’s at the Camden Harbor Inn, a Relais & Chateaux hotel. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. Was it the menu? The service? The lovely amuse bouche? Maybe it was the funky decor? Wait, isn’t that the same Ikea table lamp we have at home except in a different color? Perhaps it was as simple as we hadn’t eaten out this “high end” in 18 months? Where should I start?
How about here: 1. Halibut ceviche. 2. A ring of cold poached shellfish with a bouillabaisse sauce in the middle. 3. Cod on a bed of quinoa and topped with crispy pork belly. 4. Raspberry sorbet “intermezzo” (not shown because I ate it before I remembered to take a picture). 5. Pork tenderloin with mushrooms and greens. And finally, since Lynn and Julie always prefer a cheese plate before the dessert, we did just that. If you are wondering if those are in fact beets on the “chocolate beet cake” with some raspberry sorbet, they are! (Full disclosure: the meal was a lot of money but it was the night before my birthday. I had wanted to stay at the hotel, too, but the rates were, to be honest, outrageous!) I’m just really happy we were privileged enough to eat dinner there and both the food and service were amazing.
Want to see the Ikea light I was talking about? And the Relais & Chateaux plaque? (Also focus on the mountain in the background which we’ll get to later.) I did ask our server if she had an extra Relais & Chateaux pin I could wear during the course of the meal. I started to go into a story about how when you were younger and got on an airplane, the “stewardesses” (yes they were always all women), would come around the cabin and hand out these little gold metal wings if you were a kid. I realized, however, she was very young and unless she had seen something like that in a movie (and remembered it), she had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. I didn’t get the pin but I still had a good time. And yes, the shellfish bouillabaisse was in fact my favorite dish. I mean, look at it; it was beautifully plated and tasted amazing.
We finished dinner and walked back to the Inn. How about a walk through town? How about a nightcap? Ha, Ha, Ha. Turns out like many resort towns we’ve been to, this one closes up at night. There wasn’t a bar or pub that was open. There were no cars or even people on the street! Seems that even 33 years later, (at least at night) not much has changed.
In the morning we checked out of the Inn and attempted to do some hiking. I specifically say “attempt” because once again I got sidetracked by people writing reviews of how “easy” the trail was to walk. But yet, when we got to the Maiden Cliff Trailhead, it proved too steep for my comfort level. We walked nearly half the way but found the roots were just insane. I mean, really, look at them!
I was more than happy when I saw a few signs that had been stapled to a couple of trees indicating that the trail ahead had eroded. This enabled me in good conscience to turn around. After all it was time for lunch!
I need to divert a bit and talk about the state of the restaurant industry. I read daily about the struggle to find workers and how to cope with the enormous demands “guests” are putting on these restaurants. I’ve seen restaurants post on social media that they can’t open because they are short-staffed, employees haven’t shown up, or worse, they’ve quit all together. But more and more I also read about guests who are hostile to those working in the industry. This saddens me deeply.
Case in point: in Camden, Maine, there is one particular restaurant that is on the water. We tried to go there for lunch only to hear the hostess say over and over again that the wait was 2+ hours and a table outside couldn’t be guaranteed. There were a lot of angry people raising their voices at this poor woman, yelling that they had a reservation, why weren’t they seated, and they had already been waiting nearly 45 minutes! I also noted that the parties who had been able to snag a coveted table didn’t have a single plate of food in front of them. I felt sorry for the staff but more importantly angry at the customers who hadn’t thought of a plan B.
We always have a plan B. We got in the car, drove six miles up the coast, and found a local lobster place. We ordered half a dozen oysters to start that were so large I almost thought we were on the Pacific not the Atlantic coast! Two lobster rolls, some onion rings, and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc rounded out our lunch. It wasn’t the best lobster roll we had on the trip (which I’ve already revealed) but it came in a close second.) Plus, we were right on the water! And the lobsters we had just eaten were in the “holding” cages right in front of us.
Did I mention we realized half way to our Plan B that we were almost out of gas? Just like 33 years ago, we found a no-name gas station about eight miles away after eating lunch before heading back to Camden. But wait, first there was a state park that was demanding our attention. You could drive rather than hike up to the top of Mount Battie?
Isn’t the view of Penobscot Bay pretty? And there’s even a tower you can climb to truly feel “on top of the world.” And then I realized the night we had eaten at Natalie’s, we had been staring at Mount Battie all along!
And then, on the drive down Mount Battie, Lynn said, “Look, an owl!” I pulled over to the side of the road and proceeded to take about 100 pictures of this lovely animal. He/she was a bit shy but luckily, I got the shot I wanted. And, yes, I had never seen an owl before which is why I’m posting this picture three times!
After the adventures of our wonderful day and checking into the second hotel of our stay (run-of-the-mill with no amenities or staff) – a sign of the the future perhaps – we went to Franny’s for dinner. A first for us: a sign outside the restaurant saying “we are fully booked and even if you want to sit at the bar, a reservation was required.” I felt a tinge of guilt as I saw many couples approach the restaurant, look at the sign, shake their heads and walk away.
The restaurant is in a residential neighborhood in Camden, so your view (especially when sitting outside like we were) is limited to looking at houses across the street. It didn’t bother us though since our attention was on the food! Shrimp dumplings with a cucumber slaw; mussels in a cream and mushroom sauce; swordfish with grilled peaches and a yogurt drizzle; lamb chops with salsa verde, and finally, a delicious almond cake with strawberries and cream for dessert. After all this food, we walked around Camden, found a waterfall, but got a bit spooked that the town was so dark and deserted!
On our drive home from Maine, we decided it had been a good trip and resolved to come back in the fall when it will hopefully be less crowded. And I did in fact stop at a roadside stand to pick up some fresh blueberries. These, with the help of Marisa McClellan’s wonderful cookbook, Food in Jars, became my first attempt at making blueberry jam. I have to say, it turned out pretty darn good.
Sooner or later we would have to start traveling again, right? We were both vaccinated and Lynn had finally recovered from his surgery long enough to sit in a car without me feeling like I was punishing him! So off we went!
We decided to start off small. Literally, stay someplace for one night; first of all to see if we felt comfortable staying in a hotel and eating INSIDE a restaurant. Plus, we had a list of state parks to visit thinking maybe we could squeeze in a hike or two. And, of course, there were a ton of wineries along the way that needed our attention.
We pulled onto the NY State Thruway ramp and two hours later stopped in Seneca Falls to have brunch at one of the few restaurants (84 Fall) that was open on a Sunday. We walked inside and they were packed! “Did we have a reservation?” the hostess asked us. We did not. She offered to seat us at the bar. The bar? We hadn’t sat at a bar in 18 months! “The bar would be perfect, ” I said.
I was so happy to be out again, sitting at a bar, having a drink, that I even ordered a Mimosa! Now people who know me know I detest Mimosas. One should not mix orange juice with champagne (or in this case sparkling wine) under any circumstances. But I figured I had to order one since it was “brunch,” and the drinks were only 99 cents a piece! I drank it; I didn’t gag, it was actually okay. Perhaps my taste buds had changed in the last year and a half?
My brunch entrée – sunnyside up eggs on a mound of “Utica Greens” was spicy and delicious. If you don’t know what “Utica Greens” are, it’s escarole that’s been cooked (usually boiled first then sautéed), and made “spicy” with peppers, maybe some bacon or pancetta, garlic (of course), and lots of grated Parmesan. I have only had this dish a few times in the last 11 years we’ve been up here and I have to say 84 Fall’s version was delicious. I mean, doesn’t this look really good?
After brunch, we drove to Seneca Lake. I need to share how wine tastings in this part of the world happened in the “early” days. You would simply show up at a winery, tastings were often free, and most times you simply stood at a makeshift table or counter to sample their wines. Now we are finding that more and more wineries are asking you to reserve a tasting in advance; you are seated at a table and given a tasting “menu.” It’s a much longer, but not necessarily enjoyable experience, especially if you realize very quickly that you don’t particularly like the wine they are pouring. Most of the time I think the view is really what you’re paying for. I mean, who doesn’t like to look at a beautiful lake or vineyards with grapes dripping off the vines?
We started by visiting Standing Stone, followed by Billsboro, and enjoyed both of their wines immensely. Then we checked into a cheap hotel (really, it was $105!) Which leads me to wonder why I always spent so much money on “Relais & Châteaux” wannabes! We had stayed at this particular Microtel in Geneva, NY, before, specifically to eat at Kindred Fare. In the old days (i.e., pre-COVID), given that it was a Sunday night, the place might have been half empty. Apparently, like us, everyone was “catching up” on all the dining out they had missed since nearly every table was taken both inside and outside of this establishment. Since we were last there, they had done away with the “chefs counter,” so we shared a long table with a three-top. Calamari and crispy chick peas with pickled onions to start? Yes, please!
In the morning, we headed to Letchworth State Park. It had been on my list of parks to visit for a while and I was anxious to see what all the fuss was about. Called the “Grand Canyon of the East,” I had seen pictures of the falls but didn’t really understand the enormity of all that rushing water.
First of all, the park is much bigger than I anticipated – 66 miles of hiking trails according to the NY State Park website. Luckily, there are many areas to pull over when driving through the park, so you have ample opportunity to see the cliffs and rock formations and take lots of photographs! We hiked the most difficult trail first (up and down what seemed like 1,000 stairs), and then drove a bit, parked, and just walked on a paved walkway to see the other two falls.
After all that hiking, we decided to have lunch. Who knew there was a full-service restaurant within the park? We went into the Glen Iris Inn and luckily they had a table outside for us. However, when we walked through the somewhat dismal-looking dining room, I looked at Lynn and gave him my “something is wrong here” look. When we reached our table I asked him, “Notice anything unusual walking through the dining room?”
He looked at me. I wasn’t going to wait for his response.
“No one had ANY food on their table,” I said.
We decided to order sandwiches. Luckily, for us, 10 minutes later, we both had decent turkey clubs and a couple bottles of Perrier. In any case, our lunch was perfectly fine and I thought the Inn looked pretty. After lunch, we walked over to the William Pryor Letchworth Museum and learned all about Mr. Letchworth’s life and his philanthropic efforts. Then we got back in the car and drove home.
By the next day, I had already started planning another getaway. Perhaps instead of just one night we could stay two and try the wineries we had missed? Maybe we could even venture up to both Lake Erie and Lake Ontario? Two Great Lakes in one day? (Yes, in fact, in that part of New York State between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, it’s totally doable. )
A Three Day Trip
We planned to start out the morning by hiking some trails in Clark Reservation State Park. Want to hear the stupid part of the story first? At the height of COVID last year, we went to quite a few state parks (even in the snow) just to get outside and thus, discovered we liked walking and hiking the trails. Prior to the current summer season, we decided to renew our Empire Pass, which for a low annual fee, gets you into all the NY State Parks for free. This particular park had a parking meter that lets you scan your Empire Pass. Once that’s done, the machine spits out a parking ticket with instructions to display it on the dash of your vehicle. I grabbed the ticket and turned around so quickly that I didn’t remember the very low fence that divided the parking lot from the meter. Which is how I lost my balance and tripped over the fence! Yes, I did in fact land right on my elbow and the wrist that I broke six years ago.
Lynn’s reaction: “what are you doing?” was actually pretty amusing. What did it look like I was doing? ( Let me note: I did not cry although I really do like crying and feel it is perfectly acceptable behavior under certain circumstances.) Lynn then started to fuss over me and talk so much (he’s not a talker) that I just had to tell him to be quiet. My concern was: did I break anything? (I didn’t think I did because I wasn’t really in excruciating pain and I remembered how bad my wrist hurt the last time I broke it.) Most disconcerting, however, there seemed to be quite a bit of blood oozing all over my shorts and dripping from my elbow. Luckily, we had packages of baby wipes in the car which Lynn kept handing to me and I rummaged around in our luggage and found some bandages, too! After sitting on the ground for a good 10 minutes while patting the “evil fence” I had tripped over, I got up, dusted myself off, bandaged my elbow (and my ankle, too, which was also bleeding), and then we started to walk.
After that dismal beginning, I was hoping for a more tranquil hike, but there were lots of rocks to climb over and portions of the trail were more than I wanted to deal with at that given moment. See what I mean with all these craters and cliffs we had to tackle?
We decided to cut our hike short and grab some lunch. Ever hear about The Inns of Aurora? In the town of Aurora? Neither had we. Apparently, this is a collection of old homes in the same town that were purchased and renovated by the founder of the “American Girl” doll stores and made into luxury boutique hotels. With most rooms ranging from $352 to $605 a night (yikes!), we weren’t staying there. We did have a decent lunch though at 1833 Kitchen & Bar inside the Aurora Inn which had a nice view of Cayuga Lake.
Then we got down to business: JR Dill Winery on Seneca Lake poured us some lovely reds that afternoon and gave us some pretty interesting “sculpture” to admire. Unfortunately, it was after 5 p.m., and with most wineries closing at that hour, we ran out of time to visit any others.
We stayed in Penn Yan for the evening and after a decent dinner at Union Block Italian Bistro (pasta, clams, wine, no dessert), we walked part of the Keuka Lake Outlet Trail. The trail view gave me this strange feeling that I was in Europe. I mean, look at this, doesn’t it look a bit like Amsterdam? Especially with the boat?
Burnt Rose Wine Bar
We walked back through town and were approached on the sidewalk by a friendly server who was standing outside a new wine bar that had just opened last week. “Would we like to come inside?” he inquired. Who could resist a new wine bar? Not I!
“Burnt Rose Wine Bar” is the new kid in town under owner Rose Curry and her chef-partner, Chet. She has curated an interesting wine list along with some small plates that I think will work beautifully in this area. Did I mention they also had someone playing piano that night which really gave the wine bar the European feel that I love? Alas, we had just finished dinner (as I mentioned), but I’m always up for another glass of wine! If you are visiting Penn Yan, you should definitely check them out.
In the morning, our continental hotel breakfast was waiting for us. Now, listen up, just because it’s “free” doesn’t mean you have to eat it! Lynn doesn’t eat cereal – ever. Why would he eat it on “vacation?” We found a local bakery, grabbed a couple of chocolate croissants and coffee, and hit the road.
Onto Our Next Stop
We managed a quick walk around Knox Farm State Park in East Aurora and thought we had enough time to have lunch before a scheduled 2 p.m. tour of the Roycroft Campus in the same town. The first restaurant we tried told us there would be a half-hour wait for a table. We kept walking, then decided to go back to the restaurant across the street from Roycroft. This restaurant was packed too, but they “found” a spot for us – a table that was crammed into an awkward corner with a view of a dirty brick wall. I asked our server whether a cold sandwich or salad could be delivered in 30 minutes (or less) to meet our tour appointment, and if not, to please let us know, and we would go someplace else. Said server never came back so after another 10 minutes of stupid indecision on our part, we walked back to a gas station we had seen that was serving this:
Yes, “Beef on a Weck!” Now, don’t even begin to think that I had lost my mind! Julie and Lynn eating at a gas station? (We’ve had many good meals at various “Autostradas” while driving through Italy. This was not such a place. ) However, it was actually a separate “establishment” inside the gas station. The woman behind the counter sliced the roast beef to order, then added a generous dollop of spicy horseradish, and a crunchy pickle on the side. We took the sandwiches back to the car and ate them in five minutes with a few minutes to spare before our tour started. And, really, I think not only was this a cheaper lunch ($7.99 for each sandwich) but probably WAY better than anything we would have eaten at either of those two restaurants.
P.S. If you don’t know what a “weck” is, it’s kind of like a Kaiser roll (but softer) with some Kosher salt and caraway seeds sprinkled on top.
The Roycroft Campus and Elbert Hubbard
I knew nothing about this collection of buildings or Mr. Hubbard. Now I do. Founded in 1897, Elbert (after working as a traveling salesman for the Larkin Soap Factory in Buffalo, NY), decided he wanted to become a writer and printer instead. So what did he do? He traveled to England to visit the British textile designer William Morris who was also a key figure in starting the arts and crafts movement. Most of the buildings on the “campus” Elbert built are still there and if you are a history and/or an arts and crafts aficionado, I think the tour and the museum are worth a visit.
Fun fact: I did not know that the word “chapel” (which one normally associates with a small church) actually derives from the medieval term for a “guild hall for printers.” Consequently, back then a “chapel” structure had no religious connotation at all. And the Roycroft symbol (shown below), was a copy of a symbol that medieval monks used to mark the end of their manuscripts. Elbert went one step further by putting an “R” on his publications; thereby, identifying manuscripts that were printed by the Roycroft Press. And, did anyone ever notice the “design” on an Oreo? Neither had I until this was pointed out to us on the tour.
Sad fact: Elbert Hubbard and his second wife, Alice, while traveling abroad, both died on the Lusitania off the coast of Kinsale, Ireland, after it was sunk by a German U-boat. (We’ve been to Kinsale and I don’t think I knew that the ship went down near there.)
We both enjoyed this highly educational visit and after our tour, we had one more waterfall on the agenda to visit. This one came with a twist – fire!
Eternal Flame Falls
I was prepared this time. There was no parking meter to pay, no fence to trip over. I changed into a sturdier pair of sneakers and even took out my hiking poles. The start of the trail started out flat and easy. What I wasn’t prepared for (again) were the rocks, tree roots, and having to descend into the slate creek bed itself which was only partially dry. Lynn held my hand (as he always does) when I come to the realization that some of the climbs we do are just too steep for my comfort level. (For some reason, I rarely have any problem climbing up; it’s just the slippery paths one has to climb down that make me tremble.) About 30 minutes after we began our descent (and after climbing over multiple fallen trees), we reached the “eternal flame.” The actual waterfall is pretty, but small, and yes, there is the smell of gas once you reach the flame.
And then we walked back to the car and drove towards Hamburg. Our destination after a quick shower at a cheap hotel (Comfort Inn $92/night!) was Lucia’s on the Lake. We had been there two years before and were wowed by both the food and the view of Lake Erie. Neither disappointed the second time around although management was blasting music that was in poor taste. (Eighties disco? Really?) We had oysters, lobster and scallop ravioli, a pear and arugula salad, halibut, and even a peach cobbler for dessert! The only let down was the lackluster wine list with nary a single Finger Lakes or Niagara Escarpment winery represented.
Doesn’t this just look yummy? Even so, I didn’t feel guilty after eating all this delicious food knowing the “steps” I had logged that day.
In the morning we continued. We drove up to Buffalo, towards Niagara Falls, waved to the Canadians on the other side of the Peace Bridge (figuratively, of course), and went to see Old Fort Niagara.
Located inside Fort Niagara State Park (but operated by a non-for-profit so there is an admission fee), there is a lot of history and beautiful sights to take in. The main focus is the “French Castle.” Not only is it the oldest building on the Great Lakes, but it survived the French and Indian War, the American Revolution, and the War of 1812! If you are traveling up to see any part of the Niagara region or even the Falls, I highly recommend a stop at this historical treasure.
Yes, I took about a zillion pictures of this place! If you look closely at the stained glass window, you will see two tiny sailboats on Lake Ontario! I have to assume my enthusiasm for this particular venue was because we hadn’t traveled since March 2020! Finally after visiting the fort, there were two more stops we had to make before we drove home later that day.
Chateau Niagara WineryAnd Lunch
Jim and Kathy Baker are the owners and winemakers of Chateau Niagara. Actually, my first impression of their low key tasting room (especially since there was no indication that they were open) was that one of them (or perhaps both) had to work a second job since there was a white stretch limo parked out front! Luckily, I was wrong. (Why, I thought this and not the obvious “bridal or birthday party outing” I have no idea.)
To say I was super impressed with all the wine we sampled that afternoon would be an understatement. Jim and Kathy make a bevy of French style wines as well as some interesting blends made with East European grapes. Their lineup includes: Pinot Noir, Cabernet Franc, Riesling, Chardonnay, Gewürztraminer as well as a delightful Saperavi and two blends (Trinity and Bulls Blood) that I thought were true palate pleasers. Jim also tried to explain to me a new wine he had crafted called “A La Mode” which you might think should be an ice cream topper or at the very least a dessert wine. “A La Mode” is a wine that has a pale yellow hue to it and consequently, looks like it should taste like a white wine. Wrong, it’s a wine that tastes like a red!
(Jim, if you are reading this, please roll your eyes; first at my crazy idea that you had to drive a limo because no one visited your winery. Now, bang your head against one of your wine barrels (but don’t hurt yourself) because I can’t even explain your delicious “A La Mode” wine to my readers or myself.)
Anyway, after spending nearly an hour with Jim and Kathy and their dog Fionn, we walked out with a wine club membership and a case of wine. I’d say that was a successful visit! And then we went to have lunch.
Have you ever been to the town of Medina? Have you ever even heard of the town of Medina? Neither had we! I’m not sure what’s going on in that town but there were people walking around on the streets! (If you live way upstate like I do, joking aside, sometimes it’s pretty unusual to actually see humans!) And, guess what, they have not one but two luxury boutique hotels! They also have a couple of restaurants, one of them being Zambistro that offered us lunch at their rooftop bar/restaurant with a narrow view of the Erie Canal.
We had grilled chicken panini with homemade potato chips which were decent. But what caught my interest on the dessert menu were “French cream puffs.” Did they actually mean “profiteroles?” Maybe it was the “a la mode” I had just tried at Chateau Niagara that made me think of ice cream. Or maybe, it was the fact that it was 4 p.m., we had just finished lunch and still had a 3.5 hour drive home. There are many desserts I can resist- profiteroles are not one of them. Full disclosure: they weren’t the worst profiteroles I’ve eaten, the ice cream was okay and the “stacking” was impressive. However, the type of chocolate used seemed to be an afterthought. And since I don’t particularly like milk chocolate, I had to deduct some stars for the execution of this dish.
And then we drove home. Next month, we will be traveling for a full five days to a more populated area (Cape Cod and Maine). We hope those who are traveling there as well will be kind to the people who are taking care of them on their journey. The hand written sign I found taped to a door on this current trip, I think sums it up perfectly. Ditto for Elbert Hubbard’s words which I think are still appropriate to this day.
