Silver Maple Inn
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... genau in dem Zustand belassen in dem die Einwohner es in den 40er Jahren hinterlassen haben. Man sieht also recht viele alte Dosen und anderen Schrott rumliegen und kann sich –meist nur von außen- die mehr oder we***** chaotischen Häuser und Geschäfte, die Schule, Feuerwehr, Hotels etc angucken. Es ist schon recht unglaublich wie die Menschen vor gerade mal 70 Jahren lebten, von Weltreisen konnte zu der Zeit wohl nur geträumt ...
... yet another one. This one had a car park at the top of a steep hill, then one pool half way down and as you finished the steep climb downwards it took you to a creek.
This creek was made from melt water from the mountains and was utterly freezing cold, beyond refreshing! However on the left of this were several pools made from stones from the river bed. the pools closer to the creek were obviously freezing, but as you got closer to the rock face on the left they ...
... were off somewhere and didn’t return until later in the evening. The site was on the side of a river, apparently renowned for trout fishing….no license, so, no fishing. It was still fun to scout the river looking for promising holes and imagining the lunker browns waiting for the first cast of the season.
After a nice barbeque and campfire, we were off to bed in preparation for our visit to Reno for the ...
... unforgettable lot. In Tel Aviv we visited with our nephew Joel, took trips in and out of the city, visiting the graveyard where some of Ilana's and Joel's relatives rest in peace under large stones surrounded by bright flower-beds, under the trees atop a green, green valley. We brushed off the leaf litter from the slabs and layed small stones on top of them, a sign of tribute to the deceased. In Old Yafo we meandered through the narrow cobblestone pathways ...
... then another bike lane. And the thing you have to look out for is not the trolleys or the cars - you can see those coming - but the bicyclists, who are kamikazes. The streets belong to them, and if you accidentally step into or are caught walking in their lanes you first hear a bell (the kind you ring with your thumb; "shirrring-ding!") before the bike whizzes past you on the right or the left (they don't call out which). They don't call ...