From Ann's back porch with her lake behind. |
Typical "bike path" with the street to the right |
The 2nd problem was more serious. Most of these bike paths weren't named, but some were. For those that were Google would direct you to turn onto bike path X. But the path's weren't identified on the ground with signs. So instead of saying go for a mile and a half to street X and turn left onto the bike path there, the directions would simply say to turn onto bike path "Joe Schmoe" and one would have no way of knowing if it was this or that bike path (mileage of course helped, but my bike computer battery died after a while :).
Anyway, when the directions worked I really enjoyed the ride (good bike paths, little traffic), but when they didn't I would get badly lost with lots of backtracking, trying to find my way on some maps Anne had provided), and it took a long time. (I did a lot more than 30 miles because of my ineptitude.) But eventually I got to Anne's house, a really lovely home on a small lake (she has a canoe you can take out and fish if you want!) Later Anne took us off to dinner at a pleasant restaurant about 20 minutes away in Douglas.
[Karen] Again we were well spoiled by our hostess who had prepared whole Cornish game hens stuffed with rice as well as wonderful vegetables. She gave me some recipes because the cold Dill and Cucumber Buttermilk Soup she prepared was so delicious I could hardly keep myself from raiding her refrigerator for the rest which she actually was saving for a neighbor's party. Anyone coming to 149 Rametto will certainly taste this in the future! Because I was so shaken by my experience of getting so lost the day before, Anne drove me to her favorite Laundromat and waited for me to wash our clothes and then brought me home to dry them in her dryer. We were accompanied by her elderly small Airedale who is very cute and very attentive lest any bit of dropped food get unnoticed by himself - even though his attentiveness often means he ends up at the vets because of his food allergies! I wish I had taken a picture of Hixie as he has a very droll expressive look to his grin... much as though saying 'aren't I sitting in the cat bird seat?!!' (Check out Thurber's short story 'Sitting in the Cat Bird Seat' for the reference). He definitely runs Anne's life!
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