Two days, four beaches

Nefarious, Caitlin, Saira, Michael, and I rented a car for the long weekend and went “park hopping” (the rental was a funny experience because Discount, where I had the reservation, unexpectedly had all their cars locked up in the body shop next door, with the owner of said body shop out of town for the weekend, and they had to drive me and their other customers down to Enterprise to rent there instead).

On the first day of our trip, Sunday, we hit Presqu’ile (near Brighton), which was a little mucky and murky green but had great waves. We spent the night in Belleville, which meant more swimming at the hotel pool, and better yet, it had an indoor two or three story high spiralling water slide — Nefarious and I got lots of exercise running up and down the stairs to it for about an hour before going back to the room and watching a movie (The Land of the Lostmeh) before bedtime.

After having the treat of room service breakfast in bed the next morning — which was the tenth anniversary of the drowning death of our mutual friends Todd and Scott Fox — we first went to one of the beaches on the road to Salmon Point (roughly where they drowned), and then drove down to the Black River Cheese Company for ice cream (which is where we bumped into a family of four touring The County on their awesome Russian Ural motorcycle with sidecar). Next was the Little Bluff Conservation Area, just down the street, which is a wonderful and historically under-appreciated beach (although there are more visitors every time I go). Finally, we went to the “Outlet” section of Sandbanks, a giant sand dune beach that is very shallow and warm, so you can walk out quite far.

Oh, and we ate at the Milford Bistro. The meal was nice but nothing that really blew me away (the place in the area that I particularly recommend if you find yourself in the Picton area is Michael Potters’ Harvest which is really amazing) — the meal’s thrill was saved for desert, where Nefarious and I split cheesecake and a fresh blueberry icecream that they made there that was incredible… Anyway, here are some pictures, in the order that I’ve mentioned the beaches above. Tomorrow is back to flight school, so hopefully all the exercise (and driving) will earn me a good night’s sleep.

4 Comments

  1. Nygaard wrote:

    Urals are just as terrible as everything else that ever left Russia, haha!
    It’s funny though, how they still are using the design they stole from the Germans back in the 1930’s, and pretty much haven’t done anything to improve it.

    Monday, August 3, 2009 at 6:47 pm | Permalink
  2. Jamie wrote:

    It looks to me as if “fun was had by all” Those are the best times!

    Monday, August 3, 2009 at 6:53 pm | Permalink
  3. Chris B. wrote:

    My Boss has a Ural – he really likes it. It’s a lot more practical than a regular bike, as you can actually carry some stuff (e.g. – grab some stuff on the way home, and carry a laptop). I guess it’s also quite a bit different to ride, definitely requires both hands.

    Also, it sure is a man magnet!

    As far as the technology, at least they upgraded the front brake to a brembo unit. I guess it still doesn’t stop great, but had they left the original brakes on it would have been down right scary!

    Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 4:08 pm | Permalink
  4. Char wrote:

    I was thinking it had been about 10 years since Scott and Todd drowned, but was unsure of the exact date. I always think of them on November 25th (their birthday). Tragic loss of such talent. Life, and definitely death, is never fair.

    Thursday, August 6, 2009 at 12:39 pm | Permalink
Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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