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17 Sep

True North Makes Capital Expenditure Without Government Aid

Naysayers alert.

This time, you’re going to have to admit you were wrong.
Winnipeg’s True North Sports and Entertainment today unveiled a significant capital expenditure without asking for a single dime from the public.
“We put up a tool shed behind our new practice facility. Someone was clearing out a rusty old shed on Craigslist, so we pounced on it. After some hard bargaining, we managed to knock down the shipping charge and today, it arrived,” said a spokesman for True North.
“I’m not at liberty to disclose the financial terms of the deal, but the total cost might run into two figures. I know everyone here connected with True North feels a strong sense of community and this is something that we felt we needed to do to give back to our city and province.”
Manitoba Premier Greg Selinger was unavailable for comment since he was in the middle of feverish campaigning in a desperate attempt to stave off certain defeat in the upcoming provincial election, but a spokesman for his office issued the following statement on his behalf:
“This large private-sector investment made by True North and the Chipman family is what makes me proud to be a Manitoban. This shows the entrepreneurial spirit so common throughout our province that our government has been so honored to assist and help grow. The benefits of the public-private partnership we have nurtured with True North are again coming together to benefit all Manitobans. We congratulate the Chipman family on their acquisition and we look forward to further initiatives where public participation can again play a role.”
“Here I thought that Mark Chipman didn’t go to the bathroom without calling the Premier for a handout. Boy, was I wrong. I guess I owe him an apology,” said one observer at today’s press conference.
08 Sep

Matlock to Gimli by Bike

Last Sunday, I had the good fortune to go up to Gimli for another nice travel adventure, this time on two wheels. A friend and I drove up to Gimli and made the nearly 30-mile trek to Matlock and back.
For those so inclined and not familiar with the area we took a scenic path through Gimli and ended up at PTH 9 at South Colonization Road. From there, we followed PTH 9 south through Sandy Hook.

Between Winnipeg Beach and Gimli, PTH 9 has a full paved shoulder and speeds are reduced to 50 km/h through both Sandy Hook and Winnipeg Beach.

I passed on the fresh “pickeral”.

Near Salty’s Drive Inn, we turned to take a tour of Winnipeg Beach before heading for PR 232, the highway that runs through the cottage communities of Ponemah, Whytewold, and Matlock, collectively known as the Village of Dunnottar.

The caboose in Winnipeg Beach.

The sign for Dunnottar. Apparently, the operation of off-road vehicles is prohibited in “Dunnotter” that is presumably somewhere near Dunnottar.

A block off the highway is the historic Dunnottar train station that has been turned into a museum. I didn’t go in, but I would like to check it out on a return trip.

Approaching Ponemah Road.

As you can see, PR 232 has a narrow shoulder, but speeds are reduced and traffic is relatively light, consisting mostly of weekend tourists.
The view from one of the many scenic rest stops along the route.

An apple tree.

Farther along, in Whytewold, there’s another rest stop with a pier.

I had the urge to yell “shark”, but I resisted the temptation.

An Olympic rower, Colleen Miller, apparently competed in “Indianapalis” and “Tazmania”.

The Whytewold Emporium is quite popular, though I can’t personally vouch for the reasons why.

The pier in Matlock.

Looking at the northern tip of Netley Marsh from the end of the pier.

On the way back, we stopped at the RM of Gimli Centennial Marker on the shore of Willow Creek.

One of the many cottages nearby:

A sign from Peter Bjornson, the MLA for Gimli, one of Carli Ward’s former teachers at Gimli High School, and perhaps soon to be returning to his old job after the October election:

I made a slight detour to Moonlight Bay, where I noticed the high water level. Normally, these rocks aren’t covered by water.

For those so inclined, there’s a new Robins Donuts location in Gimli, in the main floor of the Lakeview at Centre Street and First Avenue.

This is the webcam that shows the Gimli Harbor to the world:

A look at Loni Beach from the harbor:

And a look at Willow Island from the harbor:

Having covered this route as a passenger in both a car and a bus, I knew this was a scenic route, but even I did not fully appreciate it until I covered it on two wheels. For anyone looking for a bike journey out of the ordinary, this is a destination I can highly recommend. Public parking is available in Gimli just off First Avenue, south of the Lakeview, where you can bring your alternative transportation and explore the eastern Interlake region at your leisure.

28 Aug

Morden Corn & Apple Festival

Yesterday, I joined many others as Corn and Apple Nation descended on Morden for the 45th annual Corn and Apple Festival. I had not been there in over 30 years and, at the last minute, I decided that it was time to check it out again.
On the way there, we went through Carman, home of Eddie “The Eagle” Belfour, a key member of the 1999 Stanley Cup Champion Dallas Stars.

The memory of that championship season still brings a smile to my face and likely always will. For those that don’t know, since the “real” Jets left Winnipeg, I have two favorite NHL teams: the Dallas Stars and whoever will be playing Mark Chipman’s personal hockey team.

I was relieved that we did not stop at the Roland Golf Club.

I’m sure it’s a fine place to golf, for those who are so inclined, but we didn’t need to stop there on the way to the Peace Gardens earlier this month and we didn’t need to stop there yesterday either.

Traffic was quite bad as we took a less conventional route to Morden, turning west on PTH 23, then south on PR 432. Traffic was even worse when we got there.

Not only was there a Tim Hortons location at the light ahead, which can bring about a traffic jam in the middle of a farmer’s field, but we were moments away from the start of the parade. Apparently, it’s a really big deal in this part of the S.P.R.M. and we were in the thick of it all.

After de-bussing, I chose to go off the beaten path and I probably got some strange looks as I passed by so many people with lawn chairs in hand headed in the opposite direction. I’m surprised someone didn’t ask if I was lost.

I stopped to take a picture of this overhead sign draped across PTH 3/Thornhill Street on my way to Morden Park.

This is a scenic park nestled along Dead Horse Creek that was comparatively free of the hustle and bustle several blocks away.

On my way back to the center of town, I saw some other interesting sights.

I know that at least one reader will appreciate this picture. First, he gets a disease named after him, now he has a furniture store all his own.

Leftovers from the parade that could be heard all over town.

Nice homes in this growing community.

There was not a parking spot to be had anywhere in town. I’m sure the locals appreciate the money the festival brings in every year, but the streets were literally jam-packed with parked cars.

Hockey Night in Morden.

The old court house.

Not that I enjoy crowds, but I did want to check out Stephen Street, where all the commotion was taking place.

The midway on the east side of town.

The line for ride tickets.

$9 for a bag of cotton candy?
More rides as you move west.

This was the line for Bessie’s Famous Shish-Ka-Bobs.

And this was the shish-ka-bob outdoor kitchen.
Rest assured I was not ever part of this line.
Moving on, I came across the line for the free corn that attracts crowds from near and far.
This was just the front of the line. It stretched another block long. I would have appreciated the corn, but I wasn’t inclined to spend my day in line waiting for it.

There were plenty of public washrooms available in trailers such as these. It’s an excellent idea and I only wish other festivals in Manitoba made similar provisions for their guests, such as the Lily Festival in Neepawa, for example.

Clowns entertaining passers-by.
As I predicted, I ran out of energy before I ran out of time, so I strolled back to Morden Park to put up my feet and relax before our bus ride home.

On the way back, we took a very different and circuitous route home. I had not known that there were so many ways to get from Winnipeg to Morden, but I learned a couple of new ones on this trip. The bus driver told us that there was construction work on PTH 75 and presumably, that’s why he was avoiding it.

We went through KANE, as opposed to Kane. It didn’t dawn on me until I got home, but Kane is the surname of a player on the last squad of the Atlanta Thrashers. The young man is about to go from one badly-run team to another.

After passing through KANE, we went through LOWE FARM.

A short time later, we made it to Rosenort. The distance was barely noticeable due to the fact that we were travelling at 120 km/h for most of the way since leaving Winkler. All I can say is that I was glad that this driver, unlike the driver we had last week, wasn’t balancing his meal on the steering wheel. For those that are not aware, the speed limit on most Manitoba highways is 100 km/h. Sadly, far too many motorists feel that this posted speed limit is a minimum, not a maximum.

Rosenort has their own arena.

On the right is the Rosenort Subway.

Eventually, we reached PTH 75 and we found out why the driver had been avoiding it as best he could. The condition of one of Manitoba’s most well-travelled and important highways was worse than most of the side roads we had used to get there.
This is a shot taken just north of Ste. Agathe. They were doing road work south of Ste. Agathe and it was obviously needed.
In any event, it was an interesting day out in Morden, but the town would likely have been better experienced at any other time besides when the popular Corn and Apple Festival is taking place. I hope to get that opportunity at some point.

22 Aug

Farm Tour

On Sunday, I ventured out on a farm tour that took me to Blue Lagoon Organics near St. François Xavier and Littlepath Farm north of Minnedosa.
Bright and early, I boarded the bus with 13 other tour participants, two organizerettes from Manitoba Farm Mentorship, a tray full of cinnamon buns, and, of course, the bus driver, and we headed west for our first stop, Blue Lagoon Organics, located just south of the village of St. François Xavier off PTH 26.
Apparently, I was the only one on the tour who wasn’t a farmer(ette) or prospective farmer(ette). Everyone else on the bus seemed to know each other and I admit to being a little concerned about what kind of group I was travelling with when one of them got on the bus singing the words to the popular chart-topping hit, “I got to pee so bad, pee so bad.” However, the group was quiet and most everyone left me to collect my writing fodder and highway pictures in peace, though I’m sure many of them, if not all, were asking, “Who is this guy and why is he here?”
Back to Blue Lagoon Organics, I’ve been past this farm frequently, but I’ve never seen their actual operation before. We were met by the “brains of the operation”, who gave us a nice tour of the family farm and told us of her many trials and tribulations from her years of experience. I was particularly surprised by how many hoops they have to jump through to be “certified organic”.

Two of their more significant problems are deer and coyotes and they’ve come up with some ingenious ways of fending them off. They have red lights on top of posts to ward off deer, who confuse them with the eyes of a coyote, in addition to the electrified fencing around their chicken yard.

They do sell “tomatoe” plants, though I didn’t ask what they were.

An elaborate irrigation system.

Their worm farm.

The greenhouse.

Chickens, chickens, and more chickens. If you’re wondering what that big black pile is off in the background of the second chicken picture, it’s all horse manure.

No, this isn’t their house, but it was a, ahem, collector’s paradise.
Need a used car?

They have some chickens out on one of their berms fertilizing the ground and they regularly move the chickens from berm to berm.

While there, they were good enough to let us use their outhouse and my decision to bring hand sanitizer with me paid off for the first and not final time on this day.
Two hours later, we were back on the bus heading west towards Littlepath Farm somewhere in the general vicinity of Minnedosa. Once we got on the Yellowhead past Macdonald, the bus driver pulled out a Swiss army knife and began to cut up some mini squash that he bought at Blue Lagoon. The problem here is that he was driving at the time. Many of you may be aware of the new cell phone law in the S.P.R.M. that bans the use of cell phones without a handsfree device while driving, but let me be the first to call for a similar law that bans the cutting of squash while driving.
Once we got past Gladstone, I used the washroom on the bus. For those that have never tried to answer the call of nature in a washroom in a vehicle being driven at a speed likely exceeding 110 km/h on a neglected and typically rough Manitoba highway, that is one of life’s experiences that need not be repeated.
Around 1:30 in the afternoon, we ended up at Minnedosa. From there, we proceeded north through the pretty town, past Minnedosa Beach, and found our way to a deserted country road officially known as Road 90N in the RM of Minto, where we stopped at a small house, not sure of where we were or where we were going. After one of the tour directors asked for directions from the people at the house, who must have been shocked by the sight of this big tour bus in their midst, we headed back down Road 90N and turned down a different unnamed road, where we arrived at Littlepath Farm.

We were met by an enthusiastic farmer named Wes, who took us around his scenic workplace. The first thing we saw was their collection of “chicken tractors”:

The first of their “tractors” was empty on account of the fact that the chickens had already been taken to market, but the second set still had the chickens inside, though they only had days to live. I was able to touch one of them, as did a few others.

We then walked down to see his expansive vegetable garden, complete with a much-needed irrigation system, then it was on to his pig pen.
Don’t worry. I won’t eat you.
Wes then took us up a hill to where his turkeys are penned up.

Just outside the cage is his kitchen:

It’s not something you’re likely to see on HGTV, but it works for him and that’s all that counts. Nearby is the tent he calls home during the summer months. He has no power or running water and he has to truck the water he has from nearby Bethany. He does, however, have a solar panel that he uses to get a small amount of power to charge the battery on his BlackBerry. I remain convinced, now more than ever, that I am the last person in the Western world without a cell phone.

After the tour of his farm, Wes led us back into Minnedosa, where we saw his makeshift retail outlet in the north end of town. While there, Wes told us about the farmer’s markets he goes to and how he tries to get some local bands to be playing while the market is open. He mentioned this topic while at his farm as well and I was puzzled as to why he deemed it necessary to have loud music blasting near his stand. Personally, hearing bands playing next to a farmer’s stand would make me buy my food elsewhere.
As he continued talking, I listened as a few of my fellow travellers discussed the best methods for slaughtering chickens. That wasn’t something I really needed to hear, so I returned to the bus and waited for the rest of the group.
Though the farm tour was over, the ride back to the degenerate capital of the S.P.R.M. was not without adventure. Our bus driver picked up a dish of chipped beef and fries at the burger stand next to Wes’s retail outlet and was balancing the Styrofoam container on the steering wheel while trying to eat the contents and control the bus travelling at a speed of somewhere in the neighbourhood of 110 km/h.
As he ate, the bus weaved back and forth slightly, nearly running onto the rumble strips past the white line a couple of times, and no one was more relieved when the driver finished his meal. Only then was his full attention focused on the road in front of him.
I would like to be the first to call for a “the steering wheel is not a dinner table” law.
By accident it seemed, we arrived back in Winnipeg safely and I nearly kissed the ground when I got off the bus. We left Minnedosa at 4:30, and after slowing down for Neepawa and Gladstone, then having to go through Portage on account of the construction on the bypass, we were in Headingley at 6:20. You can do the math to find out how fast we were travelling.
Overall, it was an enjoyable tour, though I’m not sure I’d do it again, regardless of the issue with the bus driver. I used the tour evaluation form to indicate my comments regarding the driver and I hope that, in future, this driver will place a higher premium on paying attention to the road.

09 Aug

Low Point in Jets History – March 1983

In the course of my research, I came across the details for the Jets’ three-game sweep at the hands of the Vancouver Canucks in March 1983.
I groaned as I poured over the gory details. They were ugly at the time when I experienced it first-hand as a fan and the passage of time has done the Jets no favors, deservedly so.
The 1981-1982 Winnipeg Jets were the most improved team in NHL history. Loaded with young, talented stars like Dale Hawerchuk, Dave Babych, and Dave Christian, the Jets looked to have a bright future ahead of them. Though they had made a quick first-round exit in the playoffs, with more experience on their side, they looked forward to the 1982-1983 season with understandable optimism as they moved from the Norris to the Smythe Division.
The accolades came pouring in during that off-season. Tom Watt was the winner of the Jack Adams Award as the NHL Coach of the Year and General Manager John Ferguson was named the Executive of the Year by both The Hockey News and The Sporting News. Hawerchuk was the NHL’s Rookie of the Year. The Jets were headed in the right direction. Or so we thought.
The 1982-1983 season started well for the Jets, but they struggled as the season wore on. Nonetheless, with Hawerchuk recovering from a case of the sophomore slump, Babych developing into a dominating force on the blue line, and rookie goaltender Brian Hayward solidifying the Jets’ goaltending situation, the Jets were in reasonably good shape as they entered the month of March.
The Jets sat in third place in the Smythe Division, five points back of the Calgary Flames, and five points ahead of the fifth-place Canucks. The pressure was clearly on the Canucks as the trio of pivotal regular season games drew near.
The 1981-1982 Canucks had advanced all the way to the Stanley Cup finals, but they went down in four straight games at the hands of the vastly superior New York Islanders. The Canucks were a mediocre team that had used a combination of hard work and outstanding goaltending from “King Richard” Brodeur to ride an improbable wave through the playoffs.
The 1982-1983 Canucks were little better than the previous year’s edition. Their roster was sprinkled with a handful of quality players, but those Canucks were much more noted for being the classic “clutch and grab” team.
To stress the importance of the series, the Jets sequestered the players at the Fort Garry Hotel in advance of the series opener on Wednesday, March 2 at the Winnipeg Arena. The Jets left the hotel and treated their fans to a stinker of epic proportions. They were shut out by a score of 3-0 by the Canucks and their backup goaltender, John Garrett.
Moving on to Vancouver for the next game on Saturday night, the Jets jumped out to a 2-0 lead, only to give up the next five goals to the Canucks. The Jets rallied, but could come no closer than 5-4.
Despite dropping the first two games, all was not lost as the series wrapped up the next night at the Pacific Coliseum, but the Jets responded with lethargy and weakness in a 6-2 defeat that left their coach, their general manager, and their fans exasperated.
An opportunity to make up ground on the second-place Flames in preparation for a potential home-ice advantage in the playoffs for the second consecutive year and the chance to bury a division rival’s post-season hopes instead became a struggle for their own survival.
The Canucks emerged from the series in third place, one point ahead of the Jets. By the time the Jets took to the ice on Wednesday for their next game, they were in sole possession of the Smythe Division basement, looking up at both the Canucks and horrid Los Angeles Kings.
Ferguson reacted by bringing up three players from the minor leagues, then he traded Willy Lindstrom, the longest tenured Jet, to the Edmonton Oilers in exchange for Laurie Boschman. Ferguson told the Winnipeg Free Press, “I hate to see my team give up without a fight and that’s exactly we did in Vancouver. I can’t accept that.”
The Jets went on to win eight of their last 12 regular season contests to finish with a less than stellar record of 33-39-8. It was good enough for a berth in the Stanley Cup playoffs, but they fell one point short of the third-place Canucks and four points short of the second-place Flames.
If the Jets could have mustered as much as a tie in any of those three games against the Canucks, they would have drawn the Flames as their first-round opponent. Instead, they would meet the Oilers for the first time since defeating them in the AVCO Cup finals to close out the World Hockey Association in the spring of 1979.
The Oilers finished the regular season with 106 points, 32 better than the Jets. The three-game sweep that ensued, aided by the infamous Goal Post Goal awarded to Paul Coffey in Game 2, was predictable. However, this series could and should have been avoided, at least for the first round, if only the Jets could have risen above the much less skilled Canucks.
This series against the Canucks stands out as one of the low points in the Jets’ early NHL years and symbolizes their inability to establish themselves as contenders. Their path to glory was not blocked by the Oilers, but by themselves.

07 Aug

The Great Pumpkin of Roland and the $1.50 Bolt

Yesterday’s journey to the International Peace Gardens that straddles the border between the United States of America and the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba began bright and early with a bus trip downtown to the pickup point at the Holiday Inn turned Red River Hotel turned back to Holiday Inn.
Of course, I was early, as was our bus, so I got on as Roswitha, our tour guide once again, went into the hotel. While waiting, one of the other passengers got on and, unsure of where to sit, took her place next to me and asked if I worked for the tour company. I’ve been with them so often that I probably could do the job if called upon, but I politely answered that I was a fellow customer.
After the last pickup point at Salisbury House on Pembina Highway, with all 37 passengers aboard, we set out for the Peace Gardens, a place I had not visited since I was a young child.
On our way, we passed through Brunkild:

… then through Carman:

When in Carman, you can pick up your winter “brochers” from this travel company:

I suggest asking what a “brocher” is first.

Rather than taking us to a sizable population center for our morning stop, we were instead escorted a mile down a country gravel road, Road 22W to be precise, for a visit to the Roland Golf Club.

While sitting outside, I listened as a few of the golfers were chatting about the unusual presence of the tour bus in their midst. “I don’t know how they found us,” asked one of them. That’s a very good question that I wouldn’t mind an answer to.

In any event, I wasn’t the only person who noticed one of the male golfers teeing up while wearing a red dress.

I would have expected such a thing in Winnipeg, but to each his own.

After departing the Roland Golf Club, still contemplating how the tour company found this place, or why they would make such effort to do so, Harold, our bus driver, took us for a tour of the nearby town of Roland. Of particular note was the town icon, a giant pumpkin:

Having seen the Great Pumpkin of Roland, we headed west along PTH 23 only to have a red light pop up on the dashboard moments later. After an investigation, a bolt had broken off that was somehow connected to the cooling system. Harold had his own tools with him and knew how to fix the problem, but the only thing he was missing was a spare bolt. He called the bus company in Winnipeg and he was told that a mechanic would have to come out with a new bolt.

There we were in the middle of nowhere while I kept recalling Jesse Ventura’s line from Predator, “If you lose it here, you’re in a world of hurt.”

We were in a world of hurt.
After doing her best to entertain her passengers and passengerettes, Roswitha went out and flagged down a passing motorist who was kind enough to take Harold to nearby Miami and back, bringing with them a shiny, new bolt that cost the princely sum of $1.50. It wasn’t the time to make a joke that Orlando might have been closer.
Before the motorist who took Harold to Miami left, someone from our tour who was outside thanked him and gave him some money for his trouble. I hope that the bus company does likewise. It was very nice of him to stop and spend the time and effort to help us, and I would also like to thank him for his generosity.
It didn’t take long for Harold to put in the new bolt and in short order, after being on the side of the highway for an hour and a half, we were again heading west.
They decided to take PTH 23 since it was a more scenic route and one of the most noteworthy sights was the wind farm near St. Leon.

Sadly, however, PTH 23 turned out to be another one of Manitoba’s highways that are badly in need of repair or “renewal”, as the propaganda signs from the government say when they do road work.

Contrary to popular belief, Manitoba is not completely flat:

We passed through Baldur (not von Schirach – some former colleagues will appreciate that reference), home of the late Tom Johnson, a member of the Hockey Hall of Fame. The sign at right proudly informs visitors of that fact.

The highway didn’t get any better once we passed Baldur.

This is the approach to Ninette, easily the most scenic spot on this route. In the background is Pelican Lake.

We eventually reached PTH 10, the highway that would take us directly to the Peace Gardens. Unfortunately, the highway conditions failed to improve, despite being on one of Manitoba’s most well-travelled and important routes.

I’m guessing that shots like this don’t make it into any Manitoba travel brochures. It’s not exactly an inviting welcome for American tourists coming from North Dakota, only 10 miles south of where this shot was taken.

Minutes later, we reached the entrance to the Peace Gardens. Ahead is the U.S. Customs office.

Our first stop was the pavilion for an overdue lunch, consisting of some sort of vegetable soup, stale buns, and cold cuts.

We were sharing the pavilion with a group from the Canadian Cancer Society and their Relay for Life event.

I dispensed with the lunch quickly and went out and took some pictures of the fountain and surrounding gardens.

I went to the entrance and took a couple of more shots.

We got back on the bus, then we were given a guided tour that included a visit to the new 9/11 memorial.

Nothing like some distasteful government self-promotion to tarnish a poignant display. As a side note, this might also be the only such Canadian and Manitoba signage on U.S. soil.

The 9/11 Memorial, a collection of steel girders recovered from the wreckage of the World Trade Center.

En route to the Peace Chapel, I took some more shots.
The bell tower:

The peace tower:

Looking back at Lake Udall, on the American side, which is named for a Canadian. Lake Stormon, on the Canadian side, is named for an American.

The Peace Chapel. Our guide told us that they had to get special permission from both governments to build it on the border, since the treaty that defines the border expressly forbids it.

A cairn marking the Treaty of 1908 at the foot of the peace tower. On the left is the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba and on the right is the United States of America.

After the guided tour, we were given a few minutes on our own and I got a few more shots in. The floral clock near the entrance:

The peace poles:

With the hour growing late, we had to be back on the bus. I wanted to spend a little more time around the gardens and I felt rushed during the time I did have, but it was a nice experience.

I would come back often if I lived nearby, but for an all-day event like this, I’m not sure that it’s worth a return trip any time soon.
After leaving the Peace Gardens, we had to go back through customs.

Wouldn’t Jack Layton and his troupe of leftists be proud of those “no guns” signs?

A border guard came out to meet the bus and, to my shock, he appeared to be over the age of 18. He asked a couple of questions and sent us on our way without asking to see passports.

The Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba welcomes you.

Radar detectors aren’t just illegal in Manitoba, they’re ILLEGAL. Then again, with law enforcement in Manitoba being rather, well, lax, one has to wonder why they bother with the sign. The honor system isn’t exactly working in this part of the world.

We took PTH 10 north and soon came to Boissevain, or rather, as the sign says, “BOISSEVAIN”.

While passing through BOISSEVAIN, we saw the town icon, Tommy the Turtle.

Crossing the Souris River north of BOISSEVAIN.

We had not seen the last of bad highways.

We continued north along PTH 10, then turned to go east at PTH 2, travelling on a route I last saw a year ago when I visited Souris on a day tour. The afternoon/evening stop was Treherne, perhaps the most inappropriately named town in Manitoba. Since the town is on highway number two, not “tree”, the name “Twoherne” might be a better choice.

The L & J Drive-In where we stopped.

If you have some dirty change in your pocket and need it cleaned, the Esso station in Treherne might be able to help you.

Winding up a long and adventurous day, we returned back to the degenerate capital of the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba, where I disembarked at my dropoff point downtown. The punks and weirdos were just starting to emerge from the cracks and crevasses and I suspect that in another hour, I would have been in the middle of a real-life scene from Escape from New York. Fortunately, I got home on a Transit bus without incident, but not without delay as, once again, a city resident got on a bus asking the driver if the bus goes to a particular address. With all the information on the city and the transit system so readily available at your fingertips, it continues to astound me why some people use buses as mobile tourist information booths rather than doing a little work themselves. If the city is going to put all the information out there for you, the least you can do is go look for it.
My thanks to Harold, for a job well done, not just in bringing us there and back safely, but for his repair work in the middle of nowhere. For a while there, it was beginning to look like the only peace garden we were going to see yesterday was the tranquil field were parked alongside of. The fact that we saw the real peace gardens was also due in no small measure to the motorist from Morden who pulled over and answered our call of distress, and to him go my thanks as well. Finally, another round of thanks for Roswitha, whom I’ve had as a tour guide for the fifth time in as many weeks.
24 Jul


Yesterday, I was one of many visitors to Neepawa, with the 15th annual Lily Festival being the official occasion.
My reasons for visiting were different than those of the 28 other passengers and passengerettes on the bus. I had been there last year at this time and I was so impressed with the town that I wanted to go back. The townsfolk were very friendly and the people seem to take a great deal of pride in where they live. It is a pleasant and welcome change from what I call the degenerate capital of the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba.
The drive to Portage la Prairie, our morning break stop, that has become somewhat routine, did not pass without a couple of photographic highlights.

I missed this shot when I passed by this way a couple of weeks ago on the way to Clear Lake and I did not make that same mistake again.
Rest assured, the temporary closure of the Elie Esso has caused me no “inconveniance”.

Near Road 31W is the sign for Carli’s Produce. I think most of you know why this is significant for me.
I also learned that the person seated to my left once worked with Telly Mercury, who was the first legal counsel for Winnipeg Jets version 1.0 and who served on the team’s first board of directors. Needless to say, that one came out of left field.
After getting off the bus in Portage, I made my way over to Subway to pick up my lunch. The lunch in Neepawa was provided as part of our tour, but, from my experience last year, it was not a gastronomic misadventure I wanted to repeat. On the way to Subway, I noticed this sign:

It was unseasonably chilly on this day, so I guess someone did “eat the heat”.

I returned to the bus via the deserted Portage la Prairie Mall.
I understand that Portage la Prairie is doing well, but the same can not be said for the mall. Good space still available. Cheap.
Near the bus, I spotted this sign:

It would not be wise to add another partner with a name that starts with “K”.

Upon leaving Portage, we continued west until we reached PTH 16, otherwise known as the Yellowhead Highway.

We reached Neepawa safely, only to have our designated parking spot blocked by the route for the Lily Festival parade. Derek, our bus driver, had to carefully navigate through some narrow streets that were in worse shape than some I’ve seen in Winnipeg to find a different place to drop us off.

We eventually disembarked near the Legion, where I spotted this cannon aimed westward.

It’s comforting to know that this cannon stands ready to defend us from the invading hordes advancing from the Farmers Republic of Saskatchewan. Jack Chow, or Layton, would, of course, insist on this armament being registered.
I didn’t stick around to see the parade of farm implements, but I did take this shot before beginning my tour of the town:
This is the historic Land Titles Building:
An odd-shaped home at the corner of Hamilton Street and Walker Avenue:

Someone who lives at the corner of Brown Avenue and Mill Street is obviously a keen gardener, or gardenerette, whatever the case may be:

I stumbled upon Neepawa Collegiate:
… as well as the hospital, or “health center”, the new in-vogue term for a health care facility.

This is the Yellowhead Center and adjacent Yellowhead Arena, which was a former salt mine that closed in 1970. Prospectors originally hoped to find oil at this site, but they found salt instead.

This is the sign outside the Yellowhead Center. The editor in me noticed, as you would expect, that Margaret Laurence’s name was misspelled. She is perhaps the most famous person to have been born in Neepawa and her childhood home, a Manitoba Star Attraction, is a museum and writers’ resource center, making this an especially egregious error.

Leftovers from the parade:

The Viscount Cultural Center for the Arts might have been an interesting place to visit, but I was a little short on time.

As a person who can orient myself by the position of satellite dishes on people’s homes, I noticed that everyone who had a dish anywhere in town, not just those on this apartment block, were customers of Shaw Direct, formerly StarChoice.

This is the childhood home of Margaret Laurence, not “Lawrence” as the sign at the Yellowhead Center suggested.

This is the Neepawa Building, which was originally built to house federal government offices at a time when Neepawa was Manitoba’s third largest city.

My next stop was the Beautiful Plains County Courthouse, not just because of its historical significance in the area, but because I knew there was a washroom there.

For all the efforts that the town goes through to host the Lily Festival every year, the lack of available public washrooms is something I wish they would address. There was a portable toilet outside and a line almost 10 deep inside. Fortunately, from my experience last year waiting for someone who took so long in the washroom that I thought he fell asleep in there, I knew there was a washroom in the basement and I used that one. An embarrassing situation was narrowly averted when I walked into the men’s washroom to find a woman in there who didn’t lock the door behind her. She was on her way out, however.

Having unloaded the contents of my bladder, I noticed this sign:

What must the rest of the chicken weigh?

A visitor from the Farmers Republic of Saskatchewan, showing pride in his taxpayer-subsidized, semi-professional football team.

Green is the color. Football is the game. We’re all together. And winning is our aim. I’ll spare you the rest of the Saskatchewan National Anthem.

There was a nice garden outside the Knox Presbyterian Church, which was built in 1896.

Horse-drawn wagons are available for a tour around town:

Free fertilizer is also available on the route. Be careful not to step in it.
Most people of Neepawa seem quite happy to have visitors, but the Noonan-Robinson household is one exception:
This house was originally owned by the Davidson family, one of the early settlers in the area:
I wound up my tour of Neepawa with a stop at the Beautiful Plains Museum, a former CNR station:

Once inside, I realized that I wasn’t going to have enough time to see everything. From the outside, it doesn’t look like much, but for a history buff like myself, it’s a place I could have spent half a day or more in.
For starters, this was a nice shot from 1941 or 1942 of the approach to Neepawa from the east along what was then PTH 4, less than two decades after the trunk highway system in Manitoba was established. I did my best to capture the shot with my camera, but I wish I had my scanner with me.
I visited a number of other places inside the museum:

There was a display of license plates dating back to 1913:

Various photos and displays from the area’s sports history:

Neepawa was the host of an air force training base during World War II and they had a display of some military archives:

Later, during a guided tour of the town on our bus, we learned that there are some graves in Riverside Cemetery from some of the prospective pilots who perished during their training in Neepawa.

I only wish I had allowed for more time at the museum, but alas, I had to make my way to Mr. Ribs restaurant where our bus was waiting.

Your mileage may vary, but I literally paid not to eat there. Once burned, twice shy.

Next on the agenda was a guided tour of the town and we picked up Joe, a local resident, who took us around many of the spots I had covered on foot and provided a lot of useful historical detail on many of the places I had visited. The highlight was a trip through scenic Riverside Cemetery, but I imagine it wasn’t a highlight for Derek, who had to negotiate some difficult turns. It wasn’t a place built for large tour buses.
The tour wound up with an unscheduled drive-by of the bird sanctuary and park on the south end of town. The bird sanctuary in Souris is highly touted, but I had not heard of Neepawa’s refuge for our fine, feathered friends that more than rivals its equivalent in Souris. On my next visit, I will have to make a point of stopping there.
We dropped Joe off near the courthouse, and then it was on to the Lily Nook, a couple of miles south of Neepawa.

The Lily Nook is not located on the Yellowhead Highway, but I guess it’s close enough. Many of the people on the bus wanted to buy lilies, but I just came for the pictures. Fortunately, the rain held off until we left the Lily Nook.

The rain came down in buckets for most of our way back, and the traditional “pass the time” activity of bingo nearly put me to sleep. The afternoon stop was Portage la Prairie once again, and most of the bus’s occupants, including me, were anxious to go home. Everyone was back on the bus well ahead of schedule and we arrived safely back in the degenerate capital of the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba a short time later.

My thanks to Derek, who brought us there and back safely there, to Joe, our guide in Neepawa, for providing some valuable details on Neepawa, and to Roswitha, our tour guide for the fourth time in just over two weeks.

22 Jul

The Urban Legend That Won’t Die

Recently, I read a column by Ed Tait in the Liberal Party of Canada’s daily publication, better known to most of you as the Winnipeg Free Press.
In his column, Tait had this to say regarding former Edmonton Oiler Charlie Huddy, who had just accepted a position as an assistant to an assistant coach of Mark Chipman’s personal hockey team:
Huddy, after all, was part of that Oiler dynasty that forever stood in the way of any kind of Jets’ postseason success — including that (in)famous 1990 series in which the Oil came back from a 3-1 deficit in a series against Winnipeg to win in seven and ultimately grab the last of their Stanley Cup titles.
“That Oiler dynasty that forever stood in the way of any kind of Jets’ postseason success,” was the specific line that got the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.
John Ferguson, rest his soul, the larger-than-life figure who cast a long shadow over the Jets during his decade as the team’s general manager, would no doubt be comforted by those words. However, to keep blaming the Jets’ perennial playoff failures that began to border on comical on the fact that they were in the same division as the Oilers is perpetuating a myth that has no basis in fact.
The Jets hired John Ferguson as their Vice-President and General Manager in November 1978 and he remained in that position until October 1988 when Jets’ President Barry Shenkarow fired him before a home game against the Los Angeles Kings. Upon taking the job, Ferguson took over a largely shoestring operation and built it up to major-league standards. He played an important role in leading the Jets into the NHL, and for that, all Jets fans owe him a debt of gratitude. Through no fault of Ferguson’s, the Jets, along with the other three former WHA teams who joined the NHL in 1979, were stripped of most of their talent and entered the NHL with very little to build on.
Ferguson then began his “master plan” to rebuild the Jets into a championship contender though the draft. He worked tirelessly and remained remarkably patient through some lean years. His drafts brought some very talented players to Winnipeg and the Jets soon emerged from the depths of expansion to establish themselves as a team that no longer qualified as a soft touch on the schedule for visiting teams.
Unfortunately, the Jets’ path to contention stalled. They didn’t get any better.
Ferguson presided over the Jets for nine full NHL seasons. The Jets posted a winning record in only two of those nine seasons. After Ferguson’s dismissal, the Jets would go on to post three more winning seasons before leaving for Phoenix. In total, the Jets posted five winning records during their 17 seasons in the NHL.
This is not the resume of a successful, revered franchise.
Yes, the Jets always seemed to meet the Oilers come playoff time, and it was always the Oilers who came out on top. However, the Jets were always meeting the Oilers in the first round because they couldn’t separate themselves from the mediocre Calgary Flames and Vancouver Canucks to avoid meeting the Oilers.
Even if the Jets had managed to avoid meeting Edmonton in the first round, there’s no reason to believe that those Jets teams would have fared better against any other opponent. The Jets went down embarrassingly meekly in far too many of their playoff games. They had the talent to at least make the Oilers sweat and failed miserably to even do that much. Lesser teams at least made respectable showings when they visited Edmonton at playoff time.
No, the Oiler dynasty did not stand in the way of the Winnipeg Jets. It was the Winnipeg Jets who stood in the way of the Winnipeg Jets.

16 Jul

Tacky Addition to Grace Hospice

As anyone who follows my site knows, Grace Hospice is very special to me, as it was the place where I spent the most time with Carli Ward. Carli had been diagnosed with terminal cancer in August 2006 at the age of 24 and she spent her final months of life at Grace Hospice, a free-standing palliative care facility on the grounds of Grace Hospital in west Winnipeg. I visited her often once she moved there on the first day of May 2007 up until her death on the morning of December 15 of that year.
Carli was treated exceptionally well at Grace Hospice and, in many respects, it was her best home. She had a difficult life, but she received the care she needed at the time she needed it the most and in a home-like setting. We are fortunate to have that facility as part of our health care system.
Despite the passage of time since Carli’s death, I make regular visits there to see her name up on the plaque at the memory garden as well as her name up on the “In Memoriam” wall inside Grace Hospital.
I haven’t forgotten Carli.
I never will.
During my most recent pilgrimage, however, I noticed some new additions to the parking lot.

This shot shows one of the parking stalls with a new sign in front of it that reads “Remember your stall number. Pay inside hospice.” All the parking stalls have the same signage, including the two stalls designated for use by the handicapped.
I was appalled.
I still am.
For those not familiar with the layout at Grace Hospital, there are separate parking lots for both the main hospital and for the hospice. The hospital is fair game for parking fees as far as I’m concerned, but the hospice is a completely different matter.
Carli spent seven and a half months there, but she was an exception. According to Jon Einarson, director of the Grace Hospital Foundation, the average stay at Grace Hospice is 30 days. Distraught family members and friends visiting their loved ones as they hover near death will now be pulling up to the parking lot only to be asked to dig out their wallets for the privilege of parking there, as if they don’t have enough on their minds.
In this situation, visitors should be encouraged. Strongly encouraged. Welcomed with open arms.
Now they’re being nickel-and-dimed.
And that’s tacky.
Really tacky.
Shame on the heartless bureaucrats who thought this was a good idea.

16 Jul

Steep Rock

Having recovered from a hectic weekend of back-to-back tours, I was back on the road once again on Thursday bound for Steep Rock.

First of all, where is Steep Rock, you ask. I hadn’t heard of it before booking the tour either, but here’s the routes we took going there and back.

Yes, it’s a long way to go.
We left bright and early and headed north on PTH 7 past Stony Mountain to PTH 67 to pick up Lynn, our second tour guide, who lives in Clandeboye and had a lot of good information on the Interlake that she shared with us.
With all passengers and crew loaded, we went west through Stonewall and arrived at PTH 6 south of Warren.

This is the junction of PTH 67 and PTH 6, showing the CN railway crossing used by the Prairie Dog Central that runs on weekends during the summer months between Inkster Junction and Grosse Isle and Warren. I’ve never been on the Prairie Dog Central, but I’m hoping to make it this summer.

Turning north on PTH 6, we proceeded around Warren and then to Woodlands.

Actually, this isn’t Woodlands, it’s “WOODLANDS”. Most signs in Manitoba announcing names of towns and cities are in mixed case, but along this route, they were almost all in upper case. When I saw this and all the other town signs that were in upper case, I couldn’t help but think of a former colleague who achieved infamy by writing all her e-mails IN UPPER CASE. Part of PTH 6 is designated as part of the Northern Woods and Water Route, but it should have been given a commemorative designation in honor of my former colleague. I won’t name her publicly, but some of you reading this know who I’m talking about.

Our first break came just south of St. Laurent, or more correctly, ST. LAURENT, at the M.T.T. Service Station. It was on the itinerary, yet no one seemed to know where it was, and we didn’t spot it until it was in the bus’s rear view mirror, forcing Peter, our bus driver, to put on the brakes and back up. PTH 6 is a narrow, two-lane cow trail that doesn’t have any room for manoeuvre for a large bus.
After the break, we continued north and reached Eriksdale.
As the signs say, “ERIKSDALE” Welcomes You.
Continuing north, we turned west at the northern junction of PTH 68 and headed for the Narrows and the Narrows West Lodge for lunch.
The route to the Narrows was probably the most scenic part of the drive.
As we neared Lake Manitoba, signs of flooding were everywhere as stone dikes lined the highway in two different places.

Having reached the Narrows, we disembarked and headed inside the Narrows West Lodge.

Before and after the meal, I got a number of pictures around the area.

If you ever wondered about the origin of the name “Manitoba”, there is a plaque near the bridge that gives the explanation.

A member of the “Icelandic Air Force” in flight. On our way, Lynn told us the pelicans carried that unofficial moniker in the Interlake.

This is supposed to be a beach, unfortunately swallowed by the flood waters and an earth dike.

The bridge over the narrows.

The remains of the campground on the north side of the highway.
After the break, it was back on the road and we took PR 325 to Ashern, one of the few towns that didn’t have its sign in upper case. Heading north, the upper case sign trend continued as we passed MOOSEHORN.
Soon after passing Grahamdale, we turned west on PR 239 to head for Steep Rock. The highway, however, was in horrible condition and Peter spent the entire 20 km route artfully dodging a number of large holes. Fortunately, traffic was light and crews were working on the highway.

After one of the many craters we had gone through, I made the remark to Peter that I thought Steep Rock was by the water, not in the middle of the highway.
Having reached our destination with all passengers and the bus in working order, we disembarked for an hour at Steep Rock, a small community nestled along Lake Manitoba and another of the towns whose sign was ALL IN UPPER CASE. No homes appeared to be threatened by the high water level, but as soon as we got off the bus, we saw what was supposed to be a boat dock.
On the way in, I saw a little park with a train engine, so I made a side trip back to the park before rejoining the group along the cliffs.
There was also a nice mural alongside a building.

The community even has its own church.
Along the water’s edge, the town’s major attraction is the scenic cliffs along the shoreline, and I got a number of pictures.

The cliffs were nice, but I was a little disappointed as I headed back towards the bus. After spending all that time to get out there, I was expecting a little more. If you’re in the area and want to visit, it’s something I would recommend, but I wouldn’t recommend making a special trip from Winnipeg.

The refreshment/kayak rental stand opened for us, though no one from the tour rented a boat to explore the cliffs in more detail. At right were the primitive washrooms that I used. I was thankful that I brought hand sanitizer along.
Having seen all of STEEP ROCK, it was time to get back on the bus and head back down the highway that was as rocky as any of the cliffs we saw. Again, Peter got us and the bus through the minefield of cracks and craters and back to PTH 6. From there, it was south to ERIKSDALE and east along PTH 68 towards Poplarfield.

This highway, in sharp contrast to some of the roads we were on, was smooth about 99% of the time with the exception of the large bumps when we reached a culvert. The person seated to my left was snoring and the thrill ride we experienced at these culverts woke her up each time.

We turned south on PTH 17 and passed by the entrance to the Narcisse Snake Dens on the way to our next stop, the Inwood Golf and Country Club. On the way, I noticed that this highway had received some much-needed attention. The last time I had been up that way, it was almost as bad as PR 239 on the way to Steep Rock.

The highlight of this stop for me was seeing a goalie stick on the wall signed by Joe Daley, the greatest goaltender in Jets history. There was little else there besides the opportunity to get out and stretch my legs and wait in line for the washroom. Choices for stops around this area are obviously in short supply.

After the stop, it was time to return home. We dropped Lynn off at PTH 67 and the rest of us proceeded south into Winnipeg. I got off the bus downtown and had a miserable experience on the final leg of my journey with a busload of intoxicated adolescent punks headed for Manitoba Taxpayers Stadium, the province’s largest saloon, to watch semi-professional football players consume our tax dollars.
The rest of the trip, despite expecting more from Steep Rock, was enjoyable and, as always, I collected several hundred photos that will be ending up on over the coming months.
My thanks to Peter, our bus driver, for getting us there and back safely, particularly with some of the bad highways we travelled on. It was my fourth trip with Peter and I was pleased to see him in a much sunnier disposition than the last time I had a trip with him. Thanks also to Lynn, who added value to the tour with her knowledge of the places we passed through and to Roswitha, our tour guide once again, whom I’ve travelled with for the sixth time and third time in less than a week.