It’s A Long Way To Tipperary, OOPS I Mean Toledo! Moving Home Part Four

Warning warning! Long post, not much food either. I’d best hurry along with this ‘moving home’ story before I’ve been home a whole year!

Do you ever make up your own lyrics? I did πŸ™‚

I was playing with words when I put this title down — I was thinking (and singing in my mind) “it’s a long way to tipperary, it’s a long way to go… it’s a long way to tipperary, with the sweetest guy I know…”

Then I came to google the song and found it is an old WWI song, which has been translated into Kannada as something of a parody — how cool is that πŸ™‚

If you care to hear the song, in English or Kannada or instrumental — here are a few links — I don’t pretend to have done thorough or proper research πŸ˜‰

version one ~ mitch miller big band

version two ~ TP Kailasam Eternal Song ~ kannada

version three ~ dixieland

the lobby at erie

gallery of fossils
gallery of fossils embedded in a rock wall ~ outside the motel lobby at Erie

what was this...?
I wonder what creature this was in its long-ago life…

From Erie, with its fascinating fossils in the rock outside the motel, we drove down past the harbor where we saw one lone tug-barge combo, similar to this.

No time to stop for photos of the harbor, nor of the gracious homes lining the waterfront road — we were Toledo-bound and the temperature was rising fast. I was excited however, for today! Because we like the beautiful freighters that ply the Great Lakes (some might call us boatnerds), I planned this leg of the journey to take us along the shores of Lake Erie. Erie was the only one of the five Great Lakes I had yet to see, and it’s home to several port cities I had read about for years.

We set off early, in order to take the scenic route and avoid highway driving as long as possible. Traveling west on US20, we crossed the state line into Ohio.

ohio welcomes us!
requisite state welcome sign for the scrapbook

My first glimpse of the real Lake Erie was just a few miles ahead, at Conneaut (I didn’t count the harbor at Erie PA!). There, the dormant grasses waved in the morning sunshine and I was able to walk down onto the sand and bask in the beauty of the wide open water. Something about the Great Lakes speaks to me; Lake Erie on this hot blustery day did not disappoint.

wild grass at conneaut
grasses at conneaut

lake erie at conneaut
lake erie at Conneaut ~ hot and hazy day

lighthouse on lake erie
west breakwater light at Conneaut ~ loads of gulls on the jetty, and loads of ducks in the water ~ probably mergansers

From Conneaut, we meandered along Lake Road to the next stop, Ashtabula — home to an active Coast Guard Station, interesting bridges, and a rich maritime heritage. Ashtabula County itself is evidently home to many covered bridges as well. I wish there had been time to visit the Hulett unloader at Point Park. A vacation to Ohio may be in order!

ashtabula lift bridge
lift bridge at Ashtabula ~ every flag along the way was at half-mast for the victims of the Boston Marathon bombing…

coal conveyor at ashtabula
interesting coal conveyor at Ashtabula

closeup of the conveyor
close up of the operation ~ complete with old coast guard house and fish tug tied up to the dock

vinca
vinca in bloom at the Ashtabula CGS

Leaving Ashtabula, we continued along the back roads through Geneva-on-the-Lake, a little tourist town which was still boarded up for the winter. You could envision it humming with summertime activity; like so many places on Cape Cod, the shuttered shops seemed to call out “come back on Memorial Day!” as we passed by.

By now it was nearly 100F in the car; concerned for the cats, we headed onto the highway to skirt around the crowded metropolis of Cleveland. Exiting west of the big city, we made one final sightseeing stop at the port of Lorain. The wind had really picked up and the water was a little choppy. A complex of purple martin houses stood at the shore — a surprise perk!

lakeview park
lakeview park at Lorain

lighthouse at lorain
lighthouse at Lorain

purple martin in flight
purple martin takes flight on the edge of Lake Erie

here's lookin' at you, kid!
purple martin on his front doorstep ~ here’s lookin’ at you kid!

Taking leave of Lorain, it was back onto the freeway to be blown — and I do mean *blown* — directly into Toledo. Never have I known such a strong crosswind while driving. Across the farmland of western Ohio, it was all I could do to hang onto the steering wheel! What a relief it was to unload our weary selves, along with two weary, hot little kitties, at the motel in Toledo. It was raining hard — severe thunderstorms had passed shortly before our arrival. In the aftermath of the downpour, I ventured out for our only takeout meal of the entire trip — the famous Tony Packo’s (apologies to any non-meat eaters)!

Notes on our travel through Ohio:

By this time, we were wise to Miss Daisy’s ways and let her ride in her cat carrier. There, she was somewhat shaded from the sun and content to be in her own little house. The carrier has mesh sides, so she always had a view of big brother Pinks riding along beside her in his bed. It was an unseasonably warm day for mid-April. In the car, the thermometer quickly reached 90F, then 100F.

Worried about the cats in such heat, we made frequent stops to be sure they were hydrated. For me, it was like having babies again.
We soaked paper toweling with cold water and squeezed it into their little mouths to be sure they were getting a drink — like it or not. Both cats got sponge baths at every stop, too. I can never thank dear G enough for being so diligent and helpful in caring for the kitties on that trip — and ever since.

They are truly now *our* kitties πŸ™‚

ohio kitties
kitties in the hot ohio sunshine

dgtoledo
a weary dear G, leaning on the steadfast Subby ~ Toledo after the storm

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Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, we are swimming in cucumbers and more. Coming soon: pickles!

a million pickles!
pickles!

7 Comments »

  1. Linda, Rivers has always been my thing not lakes but now they have become my favorite places – Lake Michigan of course.

    I know you’re a river girl at heart, ISG — I’m glad you like the lakes now πŸ™‚ There are some lovely rivers here in the north woods too…

  2. Finla said

    I canot even write a good post then how will i be able to write lyrics πŸ™‚ i love looking to all thsoe beautiful pics. And i am curuois to know what you did with all the cucumbers in the next post.

    You write wonderful posts, Finla! Cucumbers, oh my goodness… I am thinking of baking a cake with some of them πŸ˜‰

  3. sra said

    How will you finish those pickles?!!!

    The red one on the left looks good.

    And I finally looked up the Tipperary song now, it’s playing as I type – it’s going to be 100 years old next month.

    Oh Sra — that’s just a drop in the pickle-bucket there. The ones on the left were supposed to be kimchi, but they didn’t turn out as I hoped 😦 Practice makes perfect — luckily there are plenty of cucumbers to practice on πŸ˜‰ Glad you found the song, too!

  4. shammi said

    A cake with cucumbers? Cant wait for that post, Linda OutOfTheGardenAndByTheLake πŸ™‚

    I hope I get to come up with a post before next week Shammi — then I hope to be Linda OutOfTheGardenAndByLakeSuperior! It’s almost mini-break time πŸ™‚ Hope you’re well!

  5. Vani said

    How cool there’s a Kannada version to the song. Such a catchy tune too! The kitties have been troopers, haven’t they? Looking forward to the pickles post.

    Happy to see you here Vani! Pickle post will be in parts, I think — so many pickles, so little time πŸ™‚ Kitties have been through a lot of moves, but happy now in the new home πŸ™‚

  6. smithakal said

    1st 1 at ur place.. u have a cool site .. fusion of Indian n western.. Wow !! really loved it. N was so delighted to See a Kannada song in the playlist.. the kittens r so cute..

    Thanks for visiting Smitha, and for your kind comments — hope to see you again! πŸ™‚

  7. mandira said

    How cool visiting all those places with your eyes. Waiting for the pickles post Linda!

    Working on that as we speak, Mandira πŸ™‚ Happy to see you!

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