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...House at Point Clarke. MaximPhil, to be clear.
Sounded like a good destination to me, so we made a plan to meet up at Anna Mae's Restaurant for breakfast, and head out from there. Somehow
we both managed to arrive at 10am sharp. Breakfast was fairly cheap at this home cooked / Mennonite run place in the middle of nowhere that is always busy, and known for the fresh baked pies. http://www.annamaes.ca/
Here is the route we took. http://prntscr.com/cbwmkn
Within four concessions of cruising the first prime agricultural back county road, we found ourselves at an unplanned 'fork-in-the-road' so to speak, when a detour offered two choices; north on gravel, or south on gravel. We retraced back one concession for pavement and got back to cruising.
Very light traffic, and a nice surprise to me was the 90km limits. Until we hit #21 and followed a boat on trailer for what seemed like a long time.
Turning off #21 put us on a slow but nice meandering road up to the Lighthouse.
...and there it was!
We rolled into a parking lot and lined up with a couple other parked bikes in what appeared to be a sensible bike parking area, dropped some ATGATT weight, paid the requisite $5 admission and was lead by a young lass up the 114 steps. Phil went fist and had the "better" view upwards than I got
Info on the place is here is your curious
http://www.huronkinloss.com/point_clark_lighthouse.cfm
We were treated to a great view from the top...
Our tour guide advised "...to the south you can see Grand Bend..."
"...to the north you can see the Bruce Nuclear plant..."
"...and west out into the lake you can see the bouy that marks the shoals extending 3km out..."
I nodded and said "oh ya" but continued to squint and strain my eyes, and then made a complete fool of myself looking in alignment with her outstretched arm and pointed finger for what seemed like quite some time before saying "OH YAAAA!" She was patient, probably used to it I surmised.
The real show pice was of course the LIGHT!
Apparently modified like most things these days by some over zealous Health & Safety type from the original version that floated in a mercury bath
So we saw the light, and thoughts turned to heading back down. This time, I spoke up and said I was going first (without saying why of course)
At the next level down, Phil insisted pon getting the FULL tour, and we convinced the young lass to unlock that tiny door the the BALCONY! Out of pure modesty for Phil, I refuse to post the picture of him going through THAT!
I was thankfull for the railing, and the view was quite good, again...
...but we noticed we couldn't see the bikes behind those trees. hmmmm.
Then the tour guide pointed out the narrow window,
....and one with a "LIGHT...
...LUNCH pail...
...and then I heard a terrible hollow rumble sound, and Phil muttering something about the time of day and not having eaten lunch yet!
Putting aside basic human needs, Phil insisted on the full tour, and into the tiny Lighthouse Keepers home we went to see displays, the parlour and bedroom
...and the place where the weather was recorded...which we should probably have taken a cue from...
But we dallied and took yet more pictures
...before discovering out bikes had been systematically blocked in by subsequent arrivals of CARS. Now I was hungry too, so it was without any remorse 'I shoved the baby carriage out of the bloody way and nearly scaped the BUFF against the car bumpers to get out!
So off we went to Goderich, to look for the well know town "Square" apparently planned at a time before trains, when the British thought Goderich would be the Capitol due to the shipping port.
They say this is the square, but I swear we rose in circles for quite some time
... before finally stopping and neartly chewed off a local persons arm asking for the nearest best place to eat.
We got a great seat with a view at Park House Tavern and had fish and chips.
After that we set off for Exeter, undeterred by grey skies, to visit John who claimed to have some parts.
I'm not sure if we met John, but pretty sure it was either Cheech, or Chong, can't remember which is which, but I swear one of them lives in Exeter now
I was full on rain by this point, so off we went to Stratford, where we parted company, soaked through to nuts, but happy for a great day of fun!
Sounded like a good destination to me, so we made a plan to meet up at Anna Mae's Restaurant for breakfast, and head out from there. Somehow
we both managed to arrive at 10am sharp. Breakfast was fairly cheap at this home cooked / Mennonite run place in the middle of nowhere that is always busy, and known for the fresh baked pies. http://www.annamaes.ca/Here is the route we took. http://prntscr.com/cbwmkn
Within four concessions of cruising the first prime agricultural back county road, we found ourselves at an unplanned 'fork-in-the-road' so to speak, when a detour offered two choices; north on gravel, or south on gravel. We retraced back one concession for pavement and got back to cruising.
Very light traffic, and a nice surprise to me was the 90km limits. Until we hit #21 and followed a boat on trailer for what seemed like a long time.
Turning off #21 put us on a slow but nice meandering road up to the Lighthouse.
...and there it was!
We rolled into a parking lot and lined up with a couple other parked bikes in what appeared to be a sensible bike parking area, dropped some ATGATT weight, paid the requisite $5 admission and was lead by a young lass up the 114 steps. Phil went fist and had the "better" view upwards than I got
Info on the place is here is your curious
http://www.huronkinloss.com/point_clark_lighthouse.cfm
We were treated to a great view from the top...
Our tour guide advised "...to the south you can see Grand Bend..."
"...to the north you can see the Bruce Nuclear plant..."
"...and west out into the lake you can see the bouy that marks the shoals extending 3km out..."
I nodded and said "oh ya" but continued to squint and strain my eyes, and then made a complete fool of myself looking in alignment with her outstretched arm and pointed finger for what seemed like quite some time before saying "OH YAAAA!" She was patient, probably used to it I surmised.
The real show pice was of course the LIGHT!
Apparently modified like most things these days by some over zealous Health & Safety type from the original version that floated in a mercury bath
So we saw the light, and thoughts turned to heading back down. This time, I spoke up and said I was going first (without saying why of course)
At the next level down, Phil insisted pon getting the FULL tour, and we convinced the young lass to unlock that tiny door the the BALCONY! Out of pure modesty for Phil, I refuse to post the picture of him going through THAT!
I was thankfull for the railing, and the view was quite good, again...
...but we noticed we couldn't see the bikes behind those trees. hmmmm.
Then the tour guide pointed out the narrow window,
....and one with a "LIGHT...
...LUNCH pail...
...and then I heard a terrible hollow rumble sound, and Phil muttering something about the time of day and not having eaten lunch yet!
Putting aside basic human needs, Phil insisted on the full tour, and into the tiny Lighthouse Keepers home we went to see displays, the parlour and bedroom
...and the place where the weather was recorded...which we should probably have taken a cue from...
But we dallied and took yet more pictures
...before discovering out bikes had been systematically blocked in by subsequent arrivals of CARS. Now I was hungry too, so it was without any remorse 'I shoved the baby carriage out of the bloody way and nearly scaped the BUFF against the car bumpers to get out!
So off we went to Goderich, to look for the well know town "Square" apparently planned at a time before trains, when the British thought Goderich would be the Capitol due to the shipping port.
They say this is the square, but I swear we rose in circles for quite some time
... before finally stopping and neartly chewed off a local persons arm asking for the nearest best place to eat.
We got a great seat with a view at Park House Tavern and had fish and chips.
After that we set off for Exeter, undeterred by grey skies, to visit John who claimed to have some parts.
I'm not sure if we met John, but pretty sure it was either Cheech, or Chong, can't remember which is which, but I swear one of them lives in Exeter now
I was full on rain by this point, so off we went to Stratford, where we parted company, soaked through to nuts, but happy for a great day of fun!
so wondering how the lines in the sand were drawn back in the days of old. 
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