Reversing Waterfall

Intriguing concept, isn’t it? How can one waterfall go one way then the other? When I first heard there was one of these in Maine, I quickly put it on my list of things I had to see for myself. Once we were actually in the right neighborhood I learned there are lots of reversing waterfalls. They are also called tidal falls. Here’s how it works.

At low tide a river runs under the bridge from right to left towards towards the ocean and down a set of rocks which makes a waterfall.

At high tide the ocean runs the other way, up river, under the same bridge, over the same set of rocks, making a waterfall that goes the other way.

So which way does the water fall?

Down, of course.

TTYL,

Linda

Lobster Roll

This blog is dedicated to Jeri and Terry and their granddaughter.

In Maine, I was told, one must eat lobster. Do I like lobster? The last time I had it I was a teenager raised inland where lobster is a very foreign creature. I was also told a lobster roll is the best way to try lobster if you are uncertain. So in Ellsworth, Maine, we went to:

You order at the windows seen here and are given a number. When your order is ready you are welcome to take it to the building you can sort of see on the right above. Closer up it looks like this:

That’s the dining rooms. In a separate building next door. On the other side of it is an open air pavilion. There is also a stage where bands play on Friday nights. And on Wednesday nights they have classic cars.

Oh, the food?

Lobster roll with fries for me and the haddock lunch with onion rings for Dave. And while it was tasty I won’t be spending $13 again on a sandwich anytime soon. But, I would go back to Jordan’s if I was still in that area.

TTYL,

Linda

The War of 1812

We all know the song, right? “In 1814 we took a little trip…” We all know the war of 1812 was about the Battle of New Orleans, right? Ever wonder why that battle of The War of 1812 took place in 1814?

Because the battle of 1812 took place in Plattsburg, New York. On September 11th. Today Plattsburg is commemorating that battle with a parade and other events. We celebrated it by going to The War of 1812 Museum.

Why there was a war:

Where the battle took place:

The women’s perspective:

Most of the displays in the museum did not photograph well. Suffice it to say there were displays about women soldiers, sailors, spies, and keeping the home fires burning. With the normal lack of recognition for most of that.

But, some women became famous:

Note that Fanny Doyle was compared to the “Maid of Orleans” not New Orleans. The Battle of New Orleans was still two years away. But it is the only one most of us think about when we think of the War of 1812.

Someone needs to write a new song.

TTYL,

Linda

Oil Change

There’s a friendly rivalry between owners of motorhomes that tow a car and owners of trucks that tow a trailer. The trailer owners claim they have to maintain only one engine while motorhome owners have to maintain two engines. I say they’re both wrong.

Neither of them is thinking about the engine in their generator. We recently put 50 hours on our generator and the display came up with a message that it’s time for service. It was due for its first oil change.

So we spent a couple hours today at Cummins Northeast In Syracuse, New York, an authorized Onan Generator service facility. I wish I thought to take pictures of the guy stretched out in the driveway under our RV emptying oil into a 10 gallon bucket. But, we’re good to go again.

It’s windy today so we didn’t go far. But, that’s good because Dave wants to change our route again so I have research to do before we leave here. We need to know which road we are taking from Watertown, New York. On up State Route 11 like our most recent plan says or east on SR 3 which someone just had to tell Dave is a very scenic drive through the mountains. 🙂 It’s more than a one day trip for us through those mountains so we (read I) need to know there’s someplace decent to camp along the way. I’m off to do that research now.

TTYL,

Linda

The Erie Canal

Once a major transportation system, now a major walking path. Although, if you look closely at the right bank of the left picture below you can see the top step of a series that still leads down to the water today in case you want to load your boat here.

The Erie Canal Museum had many items I found interesting.

The museum is in a former canal weighlock building. The canal was originally a toll road. Boats were weighed to see how much should be charged for their passage. The gravel is where the water used to be and behind the big glass windows is a canal boat in the weighing area.

As you can see from the model below, not all boats were required to go through the locks. Some were canal maintenance boats and some had been weighed at other scales. In the background you can see the video game that teaches you about various types of boats and how the charges were based on types of goods carried as well as their weight. I made assistant dockmaster by weighing enough boats in a timely manner to help pay for the building of the canal. 🙂

We went aboard a sample canal boat. As you can see, there not much of it above the water–those low bridges, you know.

Boats, like RVs, make the best use of space possible. Here we see storage under benches where people could sit. And the very short beds available. Picture Dave rotated horizontally; I think his legs would hang off his from knees down. There was plenty of head room, though, to allow for maximum amout of cargo I suspect.

Reading about women’s jobs on the canal felt like I’d never left the Women’s Rights Museum. Note the secondary “position” women were expected to fill.

The museum had exhibits upstairs as well. You could climb the stairs following the levels of rising water painted on the walls or you could enter the lock, otherwise known as an elevator.

The inside of the elevator was painted to look like you were inside the lock on a canal boat listening to a father and son talk about the process of going through the lock.

Upstairs there were exhibits about other places in Syracuse. The tavern was my favorite one because of the sign on its register.

That’s all for today, folks. Hope you enjoyed the ride.

TTYL,

Linda