Subject: The World's Largest Chocolate Sundae: I was looking up the Owl Research Institute, and the ORI is funded by
the Glacier Fund. Seems ORI overlooked the Glacier Fund when handing
out thank yous in 2007, and now ORI is trying to make nice with GF. So
if you spotted a pack of owls flying over a glacier, well, you have no
idea how much you have helped them.
http://www.glaciernationalparkfund.org/. At least, that's what I'm
picking up from the web pages. I'm slowly becoming a bit of a bird
freak myself, but I haven't started heading out before dawn with
binoculars. It is exciting to see a feathered surprise, a bird one
hasn't seen before. There's a few islands between Sandusky, Ohio and
Leamington, Ontario called the Erie Archipelago, and I met a woman
whose brother chefs at a bed & breakfast called the Tin Goose (after a
mail delivery plane that once made runs to the island). She manages
the reservations and the staff of chamber help. Pelee Island and her sister islands are a migratory funnel because
island hopping makes the flight across Erie easier. She was worried
that she was drifting close to bird fanaticism but she wasn't worried
yet. She hadn't bought this Canadian hat called the Tilley Endurable,
which is the hallmark of the 360 degree birder. I was trying one of
these "rite-of-passage" hats on just Saturday, so I have cause for
concern. I have two good drives to report. I've always wanted to drive around
Lake Huron and visit Parry Sound and Manitoulin Island, and July 3 -
7th I made that tour, with a side trip to Mackinaw Island thrown in
for good measure. Manitoulin is the world's largest freshwater island,
about 100 kilometers long and around 50 kilometers wide, and it is
home to several Indian lands that are much more than reservations. The
Indians on these lands, such as one expanse nicknamed Wiki, have never
ceded their land to Canadian or American governments. Most Indians in
American eventually ceded right to their lands by sale or by war
treaty, concessions that led to their relocation to reservations.
Thus, I stayed in an inn built in 1890, and when the pub on first
floor threw a dance party Saturday night, around half of the crowd had
driven up from Wiki. The Indians in Canada are successfully executing
land claims, reverting lands back to their possession, and some towns
with British sounding names are changing to Indian ones on Manitoulin.
We might see this more and more in the United States. This weekend, I drove up to the Leelanau Peninsula for the weekend,
and I finally made it to the lighthouse at the very tip. There's a lot
to say about Leelanau, especially since the people are committed to
ecology and land conservation. I stopped at a few wineries that have
environmental certifications. Better, I started driving this road from
Northport, MI to Manistee, MI called M-22, and the first three
vehicles I encountered were as follows: a model T, an antique Ford
tractor making hay and an antique stake truck on display at Gill's
Harbor winery. Even the motorized vehicles are conserved up on the
Leelanau Peninsula. I think you'll like the M-22 for bicycling because
it has wide marked bike paths, plenty of 200 foot climbs and frequent
views over fields, dales and waves. I wrote my subject line to catch your attention, but I do have an
offer of off-the-beaten path ice cream. Michigan has a town name
Baldwin in the middle of the Manistee National Forest. Despite being a
county courthouse town, it is one of the poorest towns in one of the
poorest counties in Michigan. A man named Jones started an ice cream
factory their in the 1940s, and it is still cranking out batches of
the cold stuff. That might be the place to ask for a larger than usual
Chocolate Sunday. I had a banana split customized at Jones, and it had
too much ice cream and I didn't finish. The city of Baldwin stands on
M-37, and it's not a bad road to ride from Traverse City to Grand
Rapids, either. I can write much more interesting text in an email, but I'm funnier
when writing in pen. Plus, I love to send postcards that are really
picture postcards, made by the photographer. I try to pick the image
for maximum fun, too. Thus, you'll hear from me time to time without a
race up to Alberta. I assume you have some kind of temp address up
there besides, A the cyclist, the Glacier, Montana. Best,
Wilbo
the Glacier Fund. Seems ORI overlooked the Glacier Fund when handing
out thank yous in 2007, and now ORI is trying to make nice with GF. So
if you spotted a pack of owls flying over a glacier, well, you have no
idea how much you have helped them.
http://www.glaciernationalparkfund.org/. At least, that's what I'm
picking up from the web pages. I'm slowly becoming a bit of a bird
freak myself, but I haven't started heading out before dawn with
binoculars. It is exciting to see a feathered surprise, a bird one
hasn't seen before. There's a few islands between Sandusky, Ohio and
Leamington, Ontario called the Erie Archipelago, and I met a woman
whose brother chefs at a bed & breakfast called the Tin Goose (after a
mail delivery plane that once made runs to the island). She manages
the reservations and the staff of chamber help. Pelee Island and her sister islands are a migratory funnel because
island hopping makes the flight across Erie easier. She was worried
that she was drifting close to bird fanaticism but she wasn't worried
yet. She hadn't bought this Canadian hat called the Tilley Endurable,
which is the hallmark of the 360 degree birder. I was trying one of
these "rite-of-passage" hats on just Saturday, so I have cause for
concern. I have two good drives to report. I've always wanted to drive around
Lake Huron and visit Parry Sound and Manitoulin Island, and July 3 -
7th I made that tour, with a side trip to Mackinaw Island thrown in
for good measure. Manitoulin is the world's largest freshwater island,
about 100 kilometers long and around 50 kilometers wide, and it is
home to several Indian lands that are much more than reservations. The
Indians on these lands, such as one expanse nicknamed Wiki, have never
ceded their land to Canadian or American governments. Most Indians in
American eventually ceded right to their lands by sale or by war
treaty, concessions that led to their relocation to reservations.
Thus, I stayed in an inn built in 1890, and when the pub on first
floor threw a dance party Saturday night, around half of the crowd had
driven up from Wiki. The Indians in Canada are successfully executing
land claims, reverting lands back to their possession, and some towns
with British sounding names are changing to Indian ones on Manitoulin.
We might see this more and more in the United States. This weekend, I drove up to the Leelanau Peninsula for the weekend,
and I finally made it to the lighthouse at the very tip. There's a lot
to say about Leelanau, especially since the people are committed to
ecology and land conservation. I stopped at a few wineries that have
environmental certifications. Better, I started driving this road from
Northport, MI to Manistee, MI called M-22, and the first three
vehicles I encountered were as follows: a model T, an antique Ford
tractor making hay and an antique stake truck on display at Gill's
Harbor winery. Even the motorized vehicles are conserved up on the
Leelanau Peninsula. I think you'll like the M-22 for bicycling because
it has wide marked bike paths, plenty of 200 foot climbs and frequent
views over fields, dales and waves. I wrote my subject line to catch your attention, but I do have an
offer of off-the-beaten path ice cream. Michigan has a town name
Baldwin in the middle of the Manistee National Forest. Despite being a
county courthouse town, it is one of the poorest towns in one of the
poorest counties in Michigan. A man named Jones started an ice cream
factory their in the 1940s, and it is still cranking out batches of
the cold stuff. That might be the place to ask for a larger than usual
Chocolate Sunday. I had a banana split customized at Jones, and it had
too much ice cream and I didn't finish. The city of Baldwin stands on
M-37, and it's not a bad road to ride from Traverse City to Grand
Rapids, either. I can write much more interesting text in an email, but I'm funnier
when writing in pen. Plus, I love to send postcards that are really
picture postcards, made by the photographer. I try to pick the image
for maximum fun, too. Thus, you'll hear from me time to time without a
race up to Alberta. I assume you have some kind of temp address up
there besides, A the cyclist, the Glacier, Montana. Best,
Wilbo
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