Original Grand Prix Route

The Original Grand Prix route surrounded Watkins Glen State Park (1948-1952) 

Peace

 

Imagine Being Here in The Summer!!

Lot's of My Favourite Houses are Here

 

The Gorge in Watkins Glen State Park

 

South End of Lake Seneca

 

Splendour

 

Green Pastures

Jean & I spent a week camping in Watkins Glen State Park in New York (Oct 10-17). Every day was sunshine and clear skies (with the ocassional cloud as shown here). While Buffalo was being covered by 2' of snow, we experienced blue skies. The only day it rained was our driving home day, Oct 17.
The area is stunningly beautiful. Our new found sport of geocaching took us out each day and brought us to new hiking and exploring adventures.  

"This'll Make You Sneeze Everytime"

Sunsets Are Always Better at Sandbanks

 

Sandbanks Prov. Park is A Favourite

 

I'm Good ...

 

All Creatures ...

 

There's Something About Mushrooms ...

A good variety at Presqu'ile; lots of beauty.

 

The King of Butterflies

At Presqu'ile Prov. Park a couple of weeks ago, we found a few of these fine creatures. 

Say "Cheese"

This was the best smile she could give me. (Presqu'ile Prov. Park)

These Poles are Massive!

 

Some of Them Are Going Back

Canada

We viewed the First Peoples Hall and The Canada Hall; both were excellent. The Grand Hall is shown here. 

Thursday's Adventure

Today we went to the Canadian Museum of Civilization in Gatineau (Hull), Quebec. On the other side of the river you can see the Canadian Parliament Buildings in Ottawa. We had gone to see the Petra Exhibit, but since no photographs were allowed, you'll have to settle for the "Bee" pictures and other shots taken during the day. The bees were busy in the flower bed by the entrance to the museum.

Doing His Job

 

Intentionality

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Fabulous Pictures

Once in awhile I run across some fabulous pictures taken by others. I came across a series of extreme storm shots that I think are just amazing. I'd love to go on a "storm chaser" expedition.

I'm recalling that as a young boy of around 12, how exciting it was when powerful thunder and lightning storms came over our house. Once, before it started raining, I ran through the back field toward the big tree where I had built a tree fort. I felt scared and exhilarated running across the field. As the wind picked up, with thunder and lighning cracking the air, I felt very small in the face of such power. It gave me a sense of how all powerfull God must be.