Hiking beats my physio, hands down!
Point Pelee National Park. Drove up to the entry gate last summer on the Hawg and was planning to do a cruise through the park when the ranger implied the drive thru was not worth the entry fee. Humm....flash forward to the weekend and I am back at the gate with John and Val and we were not to be denied.
Point Pelee is located on a foundation of glacial sand, silt and gravel that bites into lake Erie, this spit of land is slightly more than seven kilometers long by 3.5 kilometers wide at its northern base. The Point was a thriving bee-hive in the 60s when developers pitched the location to Michigan middle class families as an idyllic location for summer cottages. The watershed shoreline of Lake Erie throughout the Point Pelee parkland was inundated with bustling summertime vacationers that put their liquidity towards cottages and beach property for the family.
Today many birdwatchers from abroad visit the park in spring. One attraction, apart from the sheer numbers and variety of bird passing through on migration, is the opportunity to see more northerly breeding species before they move on. Many locals regularly visit the park in the summer for the prime sandy beaches, bicycling, kayaking, canoeing and hiking trails.
In March 2006 high winds washed away the sand point and all that remained was a platform. In October 2007 the level of lake Erie dropped enough to reveal the point again extending at least half a mile out into the water and at least 25 feet (7.6 m) wide with a beautiful winding curving shape to it and covered with sand and round rocks of all shapes and colours.
We finished the day with supper at a notorious fish house in Erieau and we dined on pickerel and perch. Coincidentally, we struck up some dinner conversation with a Biker Bro and his companions a few tables over. We soon discovered, after they noticed my slinged arm and cane, the Bro and I had almost identical skid and flip injuries when, he went on to say, his Hawg collided with a deer the summer before.
I was planning to quickly intel his past year of recovery for my info, when, his buddy sitting with him informed me, they had returned to the accident scene and garnered a souvenir for the downed rider by salvaging the dead deer's tail. "That was the only tail I had the rest of the year", the Bro yelled over to me as we were getting up to leave. The last thing I saw, while walking out the restaurant, was the Bro getting a smack from his wife.
I'll be in touch.
Point Pelee is located on a foundation of glacial sand, silt and gravel that bites into lake Erie, this spit of land is slightly more than seven kilometers long by 3.5 kilometers wide at its northern base. The Point was a thriving bee-hive in the 60s when developers pitched the location to Michigan middle class families as an idyllic location for summer cottages. The watershed shoreline of Lake Erie throughout the Point Pelee parkland was inundated with bustling summertime vacationers that put their liquidity towards cottages and beach property for the family.
Today many birdwatchers from abroad visit the park in spring. One attraction, apart from the sheer numbers and variety of bird passing through on migration, is the opportunity to see more northerly breeding species before they move on. Many locals regularly visit the park in the summer for the prime sandy beaches, bicycling, kayaking, canoeing and hiking trails.
In March 2006 high winds washed away the sand point and all that remained was a platform. In October 2007 the level of lake Erie dropped enough to reveal the point again extending at least half a mile out into the water and at least 25 feet (7.6 m) wide with a beautiful winding curving shape to it and covered with sand and round rocks of all shapes and colours.
We finished the day with supper at a notorious fish house in Erieau and we dined on pickerel and perch. Coincidentally, we struck up some dinner conversation with a Biker Bro and his companions a few tables over. We soon discovered, after they noticed my slinged arm and cane, the Bro and I had almost identical skid and flip injuries when, he went on to say, his Hawg collided with a deer the summer before.
I was planning to quickly intel his past year of recovery for my info, when, his buddy sitting with him informed me, they had returned to the accident scene and garnered a souvenir for the downed rider by salvaging the dead deer's tail. "That was the only tail I had the rest of the year", the Bro yelled over to me as we were getting up to leave. The last thing I saw, while walking out the restaurant, was the Bro getting a smack from his wife.
I'll be in touch.
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