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Fatherhood? PDF Print E-mail
Saturday, 14 January 2006 19:00
Hmmmm, Aline's been having some odd symptoms lately:
    morning nausua
  • needing to go the bathroom often
  • fatigue
  • and most tellingly a late period
So we bought a home pregnancy test. And another. And another. And they all seem to confirm that either she's a pretty fertile French Canadian or my guys are better swimmers than I thought . . . Hello parenthood!
Persian Cuisine PDF Print E-mail
Restaurant Review
Thursday, 12 January 2006 19:00
A pleasant cheap eat resturant is Persian Cuisine Express located at 340 Laurier Ave W at Bank. Large portions, tender meat, pleasant service and a nice price.

Aline and I tried the Dolmeh - Stuffed grape leaves with tomato, rice, parsley and lemon juice and as appetizers. I tried the lamb shank and she tried the *** for our entres. There was plenty leftover to take home. Aline also tried the doogh (a mixture of water, yogurt and mint)
Gaining weight PDF Print E-mail
Tuesday, 10 January 2006 19:00
It seems little Hazel does not suffer my problem of not being able to gain any weight. We dropped in at a Child Well Center today and the little hobbit weighed in at 8 pounds 4 ounces - just shy of her birth weight.
Lentils PDF Print E-mail
Saturday, 31 December 2005 19:00
It's Czech tradition to eat lentils on New Years Day because it's supposed to bring financial fortune in the new year. As you might expect, I have often tried to gorge myself on lentils in the past in the hope that this was more than just an old wives tale. This year I'm hoping 20 spoonfuls will translate to 20 million!
Temagami: Falls Route PDF Print E-mail
Canoe Routes
Wednesday, 03 August 2005 19:00
Mention the word honeymoon and most folks will start dreaming of a luxury cruise or an all-inclusive Carribean resort or perhaps a sightseeing trek across continental Europe.

Me? I like to think of my wife carrying a food pack on a rain-drenched four-kilometer portage in the middle of nowhere. With me carrying a canoe and happily humming a goofy tune beside her.

Now that's paradise.

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Yikes. I have to climb up there?
At least it was to Aline and I who celebrated our June 10th marriage vows with a Canadian honeymoon in the Temagami wilderness over the August 2005 Civic holiday weekend.

Our plan was to splurge a little and hire a bush plane to drop us off in the middle of Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park and canoe 40KM through the picturesque falls route on the rugged north and south channels of the Lady Evelyn River.

We missed our 2PM Friday liftoff but our Beaver de Havilland float plane was available to pick us up again at 5PM and a short 15 minute flight later we were dumped out at the south end of Sucker Gut Lake.

With only a couple of hours of sunlight left we filled up on blueberries at Frank Falls and made camp on a rocky slope with Center Falls in full view.

Saturday we made our way through the other four waterfalls en route - Helen, Twin Sisters, Bridal Veils and Fat Man's Falls' - hoping to make up time from our late start the previous day. Many of the online posts I had read about the route indicated the portages could be quite gruelling and I was relieved to discover they weren't quite as bad as they could have been. Steep yes. Awkward sure. But doable. Though the look in the eyes of the camp troop we met on the southern channel indicated they probably thought otherwise.

We camped on a point off Willow Island Lake Saturday night. But misty rain and the occasional thunder roll Sunday morning made us rethink the wisdom of spending lots of time on the water so we decided to take a shortcut to Diamond Lake - through a four kilometer portage. It took us a good two hours but saved us twice that time on the water and allowed us to paddle swiftly all the way back to the sandy beach at Ferguson Bay access point where we spent the night before putting out Monday morning.
Stowe, Vermont PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, 13 October 2004 19:00
Aline and I wanted to celebrate our first Thanksgiving together on our own and make a mini-vacation of it. Go somewhere we could hike and enjoy the fall foliage colors in a mountainous region. Somewhere like Stowe, a village of just over 4000 citizen's situated at the base of Vermont's highest peak, Mt. Mansfield. Known mainly for its ski hills and classic New England church steeple, Stowe met our criteria perfectly.


Crossing the border at Cornwall and then meandering through the islands of Lake Champlain, we lazed about the backroads of Vermont before finally reaching our hotel at midafternoon.

There was nothing particularly special about The Mountaineer Inn but it did offer a two-night Canadian at par package with a $50 gift certificate for dinner, continental breakfast and a hot tub and that seemed pretty good to us.

After settling in, we spent the rest of the afternoon walking through the Stowe Folliage Art & Craft Festival before driving over to nearby Lamoille County to see a performance of Wind in the Willows at the Hyde Park Opera House.

The next morning, after picking up some bread, cheese and tomatoes at a farmer's market, we visited the village itself, along with the hordes of other Canadian tourists celebrating Thanksgiving and Americans enjoying Columbus Day. Took the requisite touristy photos of the white church spire and moseyed about the shops. Then we visited nearby Waterbury's Cold Hollow Cider Mill, New England's largest producer of fresh apple cider and Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Factory, where we took a pass on spending hours in a tourist trap lineup but did get a chuckle out of the Ice Cream Graveyard where retired flavors have gone to rest.

Heading back to the inn, we spent 20 minutes enjoying the hot tub before going out to take advantage of our mostly free meal at Grill 108.

Thanksgiving Monday we visited the Trappe Family Lodge, yes, the same Trappes of The Sound of Music fame, who started a family resort in the Green Mountains of Vermont after fleeing Austria; and then made an ascent of Mt. Mansfield after driving up the 3.7 mile zigzagging toll road up the mountain. It's unfortunate the weather didn't cooperate with us. On a good day, apparently one can see all the way to Montreal to the north and Washington to the south. On Monday, all we saw was 20 meters in front of us as a cold, clammy fog blanketed us and snowy sleet covered the trail. Nevertheless, we hiked from the nose (4063 ft.) to the peak at the chin (4395 ft.) along the Long Trail before heading home.
Algonquin Park: Western Front PDF Print E-mail
Canoe Routes
Tuesday, 03 August 2004 19:00
Friends tell me I have a competitive edge and I can't deny it. Take paddling for instance. How many other people do you know instinctively begin to paddle faster the moment they see another canoe ahead of them on the horizon? Start humming the Jaws theme song as they close in on hapless paddlers out for a leisurely dip? Or try to make their strokes seem effortless as they glide by their splashing prey?

Not too many I bet. But I do. I can't help myself.

Often that skill has come in handy in the past. Especially in Algonquin Park where overnight permits are issued up to the exact number of campsites on any given lake leaving latecomers paddling out to each and every marked site till they find one that's still available. It's nice knowing my paddling skills are good enough to often overtake a less-experienced canoeist in a race for a spot for the night if need be.

As a result, I wasn't too worried this past Canada Day when my girlfriend Aline and I reached Misty Lake after finishing the last portage of our day around 4PM. We were on the second-last day of a 60KM loop along the Petawawa River and back through Misty, White Trout and Timberwolf Lakes and we were looking forward to a little rest and relaxation. The sun was shining. It was early. And there were plenty of campsites on Misty Lake. So off we started for our preferred island spot about two kilometers off. That is, of course, until I spotted another canoe far off in the distance paddling across the lake from another direction heading toward the same campsite. The cheek! The nerve! And so my pace quickened. And my strokes cut deeper through the water as our two canoes both beelined for the island campsite we could see was still beckoning us. I urged Aline onward as I could see this was not going to be an easy contest as the other couple bore down on the site with the same determination as us intent on getting there first. It was with a sinking feeling I realized with 500 meters to go that this was a race we were going to lose. There was no way we were going to overtake the other canoe. In terms of a campsite, (insert groan here) we were up the creek without a paddle.

So we pulled out the map and examined our options. Of the four campsites in our near vicinity, three were already taken and a fourth was hidden around a bend in the lake. So off we started for it hoping it would still be available.

As we rounded the point our efforts were rewarded. The campsite, hidden in a grassy bay on the northwest side of the lake, was open. Better still, munching contentedly among the reeds further down the bay, was a beautiful bull moose. Its rack of antlers dipping down everytime the animal grazed below the waterline. The late afternoon sun dancing off its hide and shimmering across the water. And there were we, witnessing it only because we had lost in our race to get to a particular campsite.

But now a new urge swelled in my veins. How close could we get to this beast? One hundred meters? Fifty? Closer still? Unfortunately, the extent of my moose knowledge was about on par with my knowledge of piloting a spaceship. Nil.

How close was safe? Sure, I reasoned, we could always outpaddle it if it charged. Or could we?

Sitting comfortably in the stern, I could always make sure the charging beast got to Aline first but I was pretty sure that wouldn't go down too well with her parents or our friends if I escaped unscathed while she was devoured. No wait, moose were herbivores. So at least she wouldn't be eaten. Just trampled.

Decisions. Decisions. I finally proposed to Aline that we quietly paddle to within a safe 100 meters and reevaluate.

Ever so slowly we silently paddled closer to the still grazing moose. And then a little closer. And then a little closer still until ten minutes later we had finally inched our way to within about 70 meters and as close as either of us dared to go.

And it was there, on the glistening water while silently taking photo after photo of the magnificent moose, that it dawned on me. Canoeing doesn't have to be about paddling 40KM in a day or finishing a brutal bug-infested portage faster than the next guy or outpaddling another canoeist to a campsite first. Sometimes canoeing is about enjoying the majesty of your surroundings.

Sometimes losing a race is better than winning one.
Madawaska Highlands: Big Gull Lake PDF Print E-mail
Canoe Routes
Monday, 30 June 2003 19:00
For Canada Day 2003, Fiona and I stayed close to home and paddled the 90 km loop of the Mississippi River route known alternatively as the Big Gull, Kashwakamak or Crotch Lake Loop.

The sunset view westward toward the Narrows on Crotch Lake. Check out more photos here. Over four days and three nights, we looped around six lakes and eight portages through the Canadian Shield scenery - and weather - of Eastern Ontario.

I mention weather because for my first time, a thunder and lightning deluge forced us to take shelter in a cove just an hour into our trip. When it slowed to a drizzle a half hour later, we pushed on and made it halfway down Big Gull Lake before settling for the night just past Long Island and scant minutes before another rainstorm. Thankfully we experienced no more rain the rest of the trip.

Big Gull Lake is known for its gusty winds and we were glad to leave it for the takeout to Shoepack Joe Lake and our longest portage of the trip at 1250 meters. After pond-hopping through Shoepack Joe, we found the right cottage road to Kashwakamak Lake with a little help from some local cottagers. With the wind at our backs finally, we made good time heading eastward before settling on pretty little island near the Kashwakamak Lake Dam.

Canada Day Tuesday found us trekking through four shorter portages along Farm and Mud Lakes before we emerged again at the north end of Crotch Lake. Easily the most picturesque of the chain of lakes, we meandered about before settling on an island campsite east of Narrows Point.

It's a campsite worth recommending with gorgeous views of both the rising and setting sun, a spot for cliff diving, a privvy and decent campfire.
Europe 2003 PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, 14 May 2003 19:00

5-14-03: Hello France!

The flight from Montreal was uneventful and Janette and I were pleasantly surprised when Matt came to pick us up at Charles de Gaulle airport relieving us of having to find our way to his apartment in Versailles through the metro system. We spent the afternoon wandering about Versailles palace where we visited the Hall of Mirrors and walked through the nearby Petit Trianon gardens made famous by Marie Antoinette.

5-15-03: Arrival in Paris

All of Paris?s tradition and history opened up to us Thursday morning as we took the subway to visit the old downtown core: the River Seine, Ile de la Cité and Ile Saint-Louis, Notre-Dame, the Tuileries gardens, the Louvre palace, the Assemblée Nationale, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, Sacre Couer, l'Hopital des Invalides, towers, churches, archways, bridges and fountains. We spent the whole day wandering about the city just soaking in the history.

5-16-03: Versailles --> Rheims

It did not bode well that we got lost on our way to the Hertz car rental on the day we planned to start our road trip into the countryside. The car we ended up getting was a Renault Megane, an upgrade from the econobox Opel Corsa I had requested but quite satisfactory considering we got it for the price of the Corsa and it ran on diesel fuel which is cheaper than unleaded gas in France. Starting it was another matter altogether since it uses a card instead of a key for its ignition. And braking took a little getting used to since this car was a whole lot newer than my trusty nine-year-old Dodge Colt.

But after a little experimenting we found our way onto the highway and proceeded to Epernay - the capital of Champagne. Our roundabout route found us horribly lost in Meaux so we spontaneously changed our plans and headed for nearby Rheims instead.

No worries about getting lost on the way to the cathedral here as it dominates the landscape and is pretty hard to miss. It's far more impressive than Notre Dame in Paris and houses some pretty neat Marc Chagall stained glass.

Historically, Rheims is where the ancient kings of France have been crowned starting with Clovis, who founded the Kingdom of France and was baptised around 496 by Bishop Remi in the future Notre Dame Cathedral. After Louis le Pieux in 816, most of the kings of France were crowned here, including Charles VII in 1429 who was escorted by Joan of Arc during the Hundred Years War, Louis XIV the Sun King, up until Charles X in 1825.

Seeing as how we had missed out on the champagne caves of Epernay, we checked out what the offerings were here instead after our cathedral tour. At the tourist office we discovered Maxims was open until 7PM so we decided to visit there. We had time to spare before the next tour so we peeked inside the nearby gothic-styled St. Remi Basilica which was built at the end of XI century and still houses the tomb of St. Remi today. Our guide was pleasant enough but giving only her third ever tour in English and was pretty grateful when Janette jumped in to help her out. Who knew she had such a good french vocabulary! After the tour we tried three flutes of champagne and then a very helpful manager helped us find a cheap hotel for the night, gave us directions and didn't even try to upsell us on any champagne!

We spent 53E on l'Hotel de Nord in the heart of the old city at Place Drouet d'Erlon and visited Les 3 Brasseurs for dinner where we tried savoury flammed tarts called flammekeuches - they're like a thin-crust pizza made with crème fraiche, cheese, onions and bacon bits in one of its more popular forms - before retiring for the night.

5-17-03: Rheims --> Sedan

In the second and third centuries, Rheims was a prosperous province of Rome and we visited two remains of that age in the morning: The Porte de Mars, the widest arch of the Roman age and the cryptoporticus, a subterranean warehouse situated place du forum, in the centre of the Antique city.

Then it was off to nearby Sedan and the medival festival it was hosting that weekend. Sedan is most notable for its heavily fortified castle, built around 1424 and the largest of its kind in Europe, situated strategically on France's eastern border with Belgium. As it turned out, the festival was a pretty big event and that led to the following exchange at the tourist office when we inquired about lodging for the night (My apoligies for the bad French grammar):

Me: S'il vous plait, peut tu nous aider? Nous cherchons un hotel pour la nuit ce soir.
Guide: Ahhhhh non Monsieur! Je suis tres desolé! Tous les chambres dans tous les hotels sont occupe!
Me: Hmmm. C'est mal ca. Est-ce que tu peux recommandez un place pour la nuit?
Guide: Ohhhh Monsieur! Je suis tres desolé! L'hotel tout près est dans la Belgique! En Bouillon! Et c'est un voyage tres éloigné!
Me: C'est quelle distance?
Guide: Ohhh Monsieur!. C'est loin. C'est 16 kilometres!

Distance is such a relative thing.

Janette and I decided to find lodging for the night in the neighboring fortress town of Bouillon before returning to Sedan for the festival which would be starting later that day. A short 15 minute drive later we were very happy that we had been diverted across the border. Bouillon was gorgeous. It is home to the oldest and most interesting feudal castle in Belgium dating back to the 8th century and its existence was made immortal by the heroic Godfrey of Bouillon, leader of the First Crusade in 1096.

After finding lodging at Hotel Panorama on a hill overlooking the ruins of the fortress and the meandering Semois river around it, we headed back to Sedan for the day. Festival highlights for us included: a cider press, pig on a spit, Julia l'ours dansant, a speed of tour of the castle and the jousting tournament. The Canadian in me had to admire the use of spray-painted hockey equipment as armor in the knightly skills competition which did in fact include a real joust with guys getting knocked off their horses.

Supper that night was a four-course medieval meal in the castle made in the same style and with the same ingredients as used in medieval times. Yum yum. I remember wooden pans of open-faced sandwiches, spare ribs, boars legs, some kind of lentil mixture and the wine. There was no way I could finish the meal and I happily passed my leftovers across the table to the french couple we chatted with over dinner.

5-18-03: Bouillon --> Strasbourg

After a late breakfast, we took a self-tour of the castle ruins at Bouillon before heading off to our next destination Strasbourg. The tour was great except for the bit where Janette locked me in a prison cell and used medieval implements of torture on me. We were quite pleased we didn't get lost en route to Strasbourg.

It took us a couple of days but we eventually discovered that highways numbers in France change from city to city and the best thing you can do is look for destination pointers at every roundabout instead of highway number signs. Having figured that out, our drive was a breeze with some photo opp stops in picturesque countryside towns like Signy-Montlibert along the way.

Upon arriving in Strasbourg, we parked and got our bearings at the train station, scoped out a few inexpensive hotels and quickly settled on the nearby Hotel Petit-Trianon.

After checking in, we spent the rest of the day wandering about the Grande Ile (Big Island) in the heart of the city, encircled by the Ill River and Fossé du Faux-Rempart canal. The dominant landmark in Strasbourg is the Cathédrale Notre-Dame in the Vieille Ville (Old Town). It has remained unchanged since the Middle Ages. The central square is place Kléber - named after the brilliant Strasbourg-born military officer, Jean-Baptiste Kléber (1753-1800), who was singled out by Napoleon Bonaparte for high office in Egypt. Close by is place Gutenberg - named after Johannes Gutenberg, who resided in Strasbourg between 1434 and 1444, perfecting his famed printing press with moveable metal type. The main streets (rue des Grandes Arcades and the parallel rue des Francs Bourgeois) are remarkably small and pedestrian friendly.

The Petite France area in the Grande Ile's southwestern corner, crossed by canals, is Strasbourg's medieval quarter and classed as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. Its half-timbered houses and narrow streets could not be more different from the ultra-modern City of Europe to the northeast of the city.

An extension of the Petite France district are the Ponts-Couverts covered bridges. They kept their name in spite of the disappearance of their roofing in the XVIII century. They are dominated by four towers of the XIV century, vestiges of the former battlements, guarantors of the independence of the Strasbourg republic. Immediately after the uniting of Strasbourg to France in 1681, a new belt of fortifications was constructed by the French military engineer Vauban - who also constructed the nearby Vauban Barrage. At the summit of the building is a pleasant panoramic terrace, from which one can see the city skyline and its channels.

Other sites we visited included l'ancienne douane dating back to 1358 where goods and merchandise travelling along the Rhine river were stored and taxed, the Kammerzell House which is a magnificent example of a half-timbered building, and the Château des Rohan an elegant eighteenth-century palace visible from the banks of the River Ill. For dinner we dined at the Pont St. Martin on some choucroute - a traditional Alsatian dish of sauerkraut with wine, sausages, pork, and juniper berries.

5-19-03: Strasbourg --> Ribeauville

Janette steamrolled me to start the day and we spent it again walking about town touring Strasbourg Cathedral where we climbed the tower for the view and visited the astronomical clock before walking through the Jardins Botanique in the afternoon. The clock was particularly impressive. A product of Rennaissance artists, mathematicians and technicians, its present mechanism dates from 1842 and it runs daily at 12:30 PM with an automated show displaying the the different stages of life personified by a child, a teenager, an adult and an old man, who pass before Death. Above this are the apostles who walk before Christ.

At 4PM, we bid farewell to Strasbourg and headed for the Alsatian Wine Road in the foothills of the Vosges mountains. We had some difficulty finding the starting point for the road so once we did we decided to reward ourselves with a little 'degustation' stop at Wohleber-Fehn in Andlau and I ended up buying a bottle of Reisling and Pinot Gris. The rolling hills with grapevines were beautiful and we stopped again to buy some wine at Domaine du Windmuehl in Saint Hippolyte and take some pictures.

With evening coming on, we stopped for the night in picturesque Ribeauville where we paid 30E for our cheapest hotel room yet at Hotel-Restaurant au Cheval Blanc. After dining on Baeckoffe (stew) for dinner we went for an evening hike up Mont. St. Ulrich before retiring for the night.

5-20-03: Ribeauville --> Alpine Highway, Germany

After a forced morning stop at a linen shoppe in Beauville for Janette, we visited chateau du Haut-Koenigsbourg. Originally the property of the Hohenstaufen family in the 12th century and the Hapsburgs in the 15th century, the castle rebuilt in 1479 to adapt to the needs of artillery. Over the following centuries, it fell to ruins until it was reconstructed at the beginning of the 20th century by Emperor Wilhelm II with the aim of making it a symbol of the restored empire and German past in Alsace. It was pretty impressive.
Afterwards, we crossed the border into Germany and headed for Tribourg and the House of 1000 Clocks along the German Clock Road. The shop was aptly named. There really were a thousand clocks there and it took me a good hour mulling over the cuckoo clocks before finally purchasing this one, which now wakes me every morning with a hearfelt cuckoo. After a lunch of hunter's pork with mushrooms and spatzle, we headed east toward Fussen along the German Alpine Highway. When darkness began to set, we stopped for the night at Hotel Bavaria in view of the Swiss Alps. (65E for hotel)

5-21-03: Fussen --> Titisee

The main reason Janette and I had decided to take the six-hour detour from France to Fussen was to visit the twin castles of Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau. Crown Prince Maximilian of Bavaria discovered the ruins of Burg Schwanstein while out walking in the Bavarian countryside one day and vowed to restore the castle into a romantic royal residence - Hohenschwangau. When his son became King Ludwig II, he began the construction of the famous fairytale castle Neuschwanstein but left Hohenschwangau largely as it was during his youth. Long story short: both are expensive (30E for two tickets) tourist traps and we had hoped that by visiting on a gray and bleary Tuesday, the crowds would be small. We were wrong. So after a German lunch of bratwurst and potato salad we headed back to France making it as far as Titisee where we stopped for the night at Hotel Rauchfang.

5-22-03: Titisee --> Beaune

My roommate Kim spent four months in the southern Black Forest German town of Freiberg in 2003. Originally, we had planned our trip around spending some time visiting with her but she ended up coming home to Canada earlier than planned - so we made sure to stop and give her a 6 AM wakeup call when we arrived in Freiberg - just to remind her of what she was missing.

The conversation went something like this:

Steve : Good morning! What are you doing in Canada? Shouldn't you be here with us?
Kim: Wah? Huh?
Steve: Having a great time. Sorry you're missing it!
Kim: Huh?
Steve: Bye!

After visiting the old town square and cathedral, we crossed back into France and headed on down to Beaune, a medieval walled city located at the heart of the wine growing region in Burgundy. In Beaune, we toured the ramparts surrounding the city and craned our necks for views of the glazed tile roofs typical to Burgundian dwellings. After purchasing some wine at Le Cellier de la Cabiote, we took a night off from our sightseeing and bunkered down in a cheap motel (51E) on the outskirts of town.

5-23-03: Beaune --> Versailles

The following morning we drove along the Cote-d'Or wine road to Dijon, the mustard mecca of the world to visit the Grey-Poupon mustard shoppe. This most famous of the great Dijon mustard firms was founded in 1777 by Monsieur Grey, who had developed a secret recipe for a strong mustard made with white wine, and his financial backer Monsieur Poupon.

After lunch (a baguette with a kingly condiment!) we moved onward to visit Vezelay - one of the most important places of pilgrimage in France. It was a point of departure and assembly for the Crusades (including the Third Crusade led by Philip Augustus and Richard C?ur de Lion in 1190) and for pilgrims bound for Santiago de Compostela, and most of all it was a magnet for all who wished to see the relics of Mary Magdalen.

On our way back to Versailles, we decided to make an unplanned stop at Fontainebleau, a chateau inhabited and cherished by European sovereigns since the Middle Ages. Historians can marvel at its architectural treasures, me, I was pretty engrossed with the carp pond. Arriving back in Versailles that evening we shared stories of our past week's travels over dinner at a patio Creperie with Matt & Anne-Lise.

5-24-03: Versailles --> Loire Valley

Our route now took us through the Loire Valley with Matt and Anne-Lise as guides as we made our way down to Anne-Lise's hometown of La Rochelle on the Atlantic Coast for the weekend.

Our first stop was the Chateau of Chambord built over a quarter of century by Francois I. Completed in 1547, the château contains 440 rooms, 84 staircases and 365 fireplaces - one for each day of the year. The domain is surrounded by 32 km of walls, protecting more than 12,000 acres of woods which is a huge hunting reserve. There is no clear answer as to who the architect of Chambord was, but aside from the medieval French tradition of having cylindrical towers at the corners of the château, all the speculation seems to suggest the influence of Italian architecture of the Renaissance, and at least one Italian architect name always pops up -- Domenico da Cortona. It is suspected that Leonardo De Vinci had his hand in the design -- one of the masterpieces of the castle is attributed to Leonardo. It is a double spiral staircase, with each stairway superimposed on the other so that two people can climb or descend simultaneously without ever having to meet. Some say it was designed so the kings wouldn?t have to meet the servants while climbing or descending the stairs. Some say one staircase was for the king?s wife and the other for the king?s mistress. The staircase is located at the intersection of 4 huge rooms forming a cross, is crowned by a Lantern 38m high, and leads to the magnificent rooftop terraces. In her time, Catherine de Medicis, passionate with astrology, would often climb to the lantern in order to consult the stars.

Like true french, we stopped at a local boulangerie for some lunchtime baguettes before continuing on to Chenonceaux in the afternoon. Chenonceaux is best known for two its rival inhabitants and the gardens they designed: Diane of Poitiers, the mistress of Henry II and one of the most influential women in the Kingdom who received the castle as a gift from her paramour and Catherine de Medici, Henri II's wife, who envied her influence over the King and the affairs of the country. To discover why Henri preferred a mistress twenty years his senior, she even went as far as to have a hole drilled in the wall of their bedroom. After Henri II's death, Catherine de Medici took her revenge and forced Diane of Poitiers into exchanging Chenonceau for the castle of Chaumont. Catherine was both ambitious and authoritarian and devoted all her energies to erase the presence of Diane there. The castle became a royal residence where lavish entertainments were given, the most famous one being the feast for François II and Mary Stuart following the tragic outcome of the Amboise conspiracy in 1560. In May, during the feast given by Catherine in honour of her son, the new king, Henri III, the grand gallery of the castle with its arches that spanned the Cher was inaugurated. Two other queens were also present: Louise, Henri III?s wife, and Marguerite de Navarre, the wife of the future Henri IV. The reception with its songs, dances, shows and concerts remains the climax of the golden era of Chenonceau. We had dinner in nearby Chinon before retiring that night at our very own Chateau de Bonaventure, a bed and breafast (110E) that Anne-Lise recommended.

5-25-03: Loire Valley --> La Rochelle

The next day we visited Amboise, one of the cities of the Val de Loire region with the most ancient history because of its particular geographic features - an abrupt rise of the Plateau des Châteliers that dominates the fork of the Loire and Amasse rivers, creates a natural protection and an ideal spot for the construction of a fortification. Among its occupants were Charles VII, Louis XI, Charles VIII, Louis XII, François I, Henri II, Catherine de Medici and even Leonardo de Vinci who lived in the Clos-Lucé until his death in 1519. History galore passed through these walls. The wrought-iron balcony on the second floor bore witness to the Amboise Conspiracy where a Protestant uprising in 1560 was uncovered in time to save king Francois II, his wife Mary Stuart and the queen mother Catherine de Medici. More than 1,500 victims were executed and hung from the castle balcony in retribution. Relgious wars continued until Henri IV, a Protestant Bourbon, converted to Catholicism, and ascended the throne in 1589 and guaranteed peace and freedom of religion through the Edict of Nantes in 1598.

After a picnic lunch including goat sausage on the castle ramparts, we continued on to La Rochelle and visited with Anne-Lise's family. Wonderful people. Her mum stuffed our faces with raclette for dinner and her father plied us with wine. They made us feel very welcome and Janette and I really enjoyed practicing our French with them and eating fresh cherries off the tree in the backyard.

5-26-03: La Rochelle

Monday morning, Mssr. Veyssiere took us for a tour of La Rochelle and then we visited nearby Ile de Re on bicycle. We spent a lazy afternoon biking around the island, trekking around the harbor, eating ice cream, and tossing rocks in the ocean.

5-27-03: La Rochelle --> Versailles

Tuesday we bid adieu to the Veyssiere's and drove up along the coast to visit the eight wonder of the world: Mont St. Michel. The abbey dates back to the eighth century, when the archangel Michael supposedly appeared to a bishop of Avranches, Aubert, who duly founded a monastery on the island poking out of the Baie du Mont St-Michel. Since the eleventh century ? when work on the sturdy church at the peak commenced ? new buildings have been grafted onto the island to produce a fortified hotch-potch of Romanesque and Gothic buildings clambering to the pinnacle of the graceful church, forming probably the most recognizable silhouette in France after the Eiffel Tower. Of course, we took our shoes off and tramped through the mud around the rocky island while the tide was down to get a good number of photos and Janette made sure to take many a photo of me taking a photo of the abbey. For dinner we stopped in Cabourg on the Normandy coast at a little seafood bistro called la Brasserie de la Mer where I tried sea snails called 'bulots' for dinner. Yum Yum. Just like chicken!

5-28-03: Paris

On our last day in France, we visited the old downtown core again this time focusing our attention on Sacre Couer church in Montmartre. Janette tried to lose me in the brothel district (so she could make some money I think but I gallantly protected her innocence.)

5-29-03: Paris --> Montreal

Home sweet home.
Madawaska Highlands: Crotch Lake PDF Print E-mail
Canoe Routes
Tuesday, 20 August 2002 19:00
A sticky hot humidity hung like a thick wool blanket over Ottawa the third week of August. Sweat dripped from every pore in my body and there wasn't even the hint of a cool breeze anywhere in sight.

Sigh. What better time for a canoe getaway?

View from campsite 51 on Green Island
So my friend Aline and I headed out to Crotch Lake for an overnight getaway. Located about two hours west of Ottawa in the Madawaska highlands, the inelegantly-named Crotch Lake is a perfect place for a weekend stay. The lake has over 50 campsites, a rockdiving spot at Long Island and an aptly-named Blueberry Island all within a half-hour paddle of the launch located in the southern bay.

After finding a site we liked on Green Island, Aline and I set up camp and felt the heat of the city disappear. With our heads poking out the tent staring at the stars, we gradually fell asleep watching a firm wind blow clouds across the sky.

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