Sunny Cross Border Trip, Delicious Supper for Lunch, Hockey Season Opener and More Heavy Rain.

Our Location today is McGregor, Ontario, Canada. 

Not wanting to take any chances that we’d sleep in this morning we had to set the dreaded alarm last night. As soon as we’d finished breakfast and our morning chores we made a quick check on the Weather Network. The forecast was for clear sunny skies with no chance of rain throughout the day. We were out the door by 9:00 headed to the Ambassador Bridge in Windsor. On the way we modified our route slightly by taking the Highway 401 leg of the new Herb Grey Parkway which shaved nearly five minutes off the stop and go traffic we’d experienced a few weeks ago when I was going for my doctor’s appointment.  

Part of the new Herb Grey Parkway.

The U.S Immigrations Officer looked like he’d just taken a sour pill but after asking us a couple of questions wished us a good day. Our objective was first to activate our new U.S. TracFone, check the conditions of the roads that we’d be traveling in a month and to enjoy lunch out. 

Fuel storage along I-75.

We chose to drive out to Eureka Road in Taylor which allowed us to see the terrible road we’ll be using with the worst ending before Allen Park when we leave to head south. We just didn’t feel safe enough going to downtown Detroit not with the constant images of the crimes taking place daily on the news. Finding the Taylor Mall, we parked a moderate distance from the building which gave us some privacy but not close enough to be drowned out by traffic noise. 

I ended up having to call the TracFone eight hundred number before getting the process of moving our service from one phone to the other. Once all the information was exchanged the data was removed from the old phone but nothing was added to our new phone and then neither of them would connect to a tower. We’ll be back to square one trying to get this straightened out before we hit the road. We also won’t be crossing the border again before we head south because with the Thirty-day Rule U.S. Immigrations has in place that would shorten our winter trip. 

Not far from where we parked in the mall parking lot there was a large tent called Spirit of Halloween. We thought since the occasion was fast approaching we’d take a peek. Their choice of costumes, masks, accessories and props far outweighed anything that we have on our side of the border and was priced considerably lower as well. Though the temptation was there we left empty handed. 

We had lunch at Bob Evan’s before heading for the bridge. Kathy had the three course Turkey Diner while I had the three course Chicken Fried Steak. They tasted great, were only ten dollars each and had us walking very slowly getting back to the car. 

Other than a line-up of cars returning to Canada the only question we had to answer was if we bought anything other than our lunch. At this point we took the E.C. Rowe Expressway all the way to Emeryville in Lakeshore where we went to the New Belle River Arena. 

Tyler is back to his Number 3 jersey.

We were there to watch our grandson Tyler play hockey. Since Tyler turns fifteen years old tomorrow, he was moved into the Midget Division where there are some players that are up to twenty years old. Needless to say Tyler’s team that was comprised of mostly fifteen-year old players didn’t fair to well against a more mature team. We managed to get Home shortly after 4:00 where we had a number of chores that needed to be done before tomorrow. 

Tyler trying to steal the puck.

Shortly after the sun set rain started falling with such intensity that we both thought we were getting hail. We had to practically scream at each other so we could hear what was being said. During a break in the storm I went out with my flashlight and found no damage to the vehicles but will check the roof on the trailer tomorrow. Sitting down to write the blog we’ve gotten hit with a few more waves of rain. Thanks for following along and feel free to leave a comment. Be Safe and Enjoy! 

It’s about time.

Krackers 

Words of Inspiration 

Procrastination is the thief of time. 

Edward Young, English poet