Best Western Little River Inn
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- Drycleaning onsite
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Smoking rooms available
- Refrigerator in room
- Outdoor pool
- High-speed internet in room
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... cousins Verna and Norm Fidlin. Also spent lots of time with Matt's wife Kim, shopping, for both for groceries and clothes. Played some more golf and celebrated my Mom and Dad's (Shellington's) 53rd wedding anniversary.
We have our bags packed with a little cat hair (see pic) and are full of nervous anticipation. Lots of new adventures are on the horizon. We are ...
... caramel corn with my Mom and then they go for pedicures.they tell me it is tough standing on your feet baking all day. The weather has been great with temperatures between 15 and 20 degrees.
We will let the pictures tell most of the story for the week. Only 5 more days before we head to Hawaii! ...
... at the Ground Round Grill and all I can say is that the intelligence level does not speak well for Americans. Our server tried to convince us that 3 people getting 10% off was better than 2 people getting 10% off and one getting 15% off, OMG!
At noon on the 28th, we could see some of Lake Superior which was the colour of red clay but later it was normal colour. We stayed in a college town, Marquette in Michigan at Brentwood motel. ...
... I walked up to the place I realised it was quite Beverly Hills and I felt very uncomfortable clad in lycra and smelling a little like I had been cycling for nearly 6hrs! I took a picture and lheaded into town where I had a quick lunch and was then perplexed by trying to by a coffee at the coffehouse to find they didn't sell coffee..... I walked out rather bewildered and jumped back on my now decaffinated bike!
When I arrived at Port Dover ...
... fun to watch Nige’s eyes widen in stunned amazement when the first mosquito that he walloped popped and exploded in a miniature blaze of bright, white, Duracell power, complete with a dwarf sized puff of smoke.
The lingering stench of roasted mozzie was all that remained. There was no stopping him after that. For one night only Straffordville was a mosquito free zone.
He refused to lick it.