During our stay in North Bay last weekend we hiked the trail around Duchesnay Falls. It was a glorious Sunday morning and judging by the number of other people out on the trail, everyone was on the same page.
There are many, many trails, but the one we took is about 3 km in length...that is, if you don't veer off the main path and get lost like we did.
The funny thing is, our tour guide, Keegan, kept stopping and turning around every few feet as if silently and tactfully telling us we'd gone the wrong way. But did we listen? Nope.
We should've paid attention because he knew exactly where to go. He's been there so many times, he knows the trails like the back of his cute little white paw!
The river itself is wild and rugged, and we were told there is so much water flowing over the falls they rarely freeze during the winter.
We really enjoyed our Sunday walk and highly recommend a visit, but wear hiking boots and be advised the first incline at the beginning of the trail right off the parking lot is a doozey. But if I can do it, you can, too!
With all of that physical activity, one has to eat, right? So, Monday morning on our drive home we stopped at Colonel Hoagie's Diner. It's on Hwy. 17 and cannot be missed. The bright orange exterior may have something to do with that!
The second you open the door and walk inside you're greeted to the sounds and sights of the 1950s. We were greeted by a cheery waitress who took care of us as if we were the only patrons in the building. We weren't, of course. There is another section of tables to the left of the cashier's counter.
The menu is extensive and features The Big Bopper Breakfast, Johnny Cash Corned Beef Hash Breakfast, Chubby Checker's Feast, Betty Boop Breakfast Bagel, and many, many more tantalizing items.
The photo below is the view from our window booth.
And as you can see from John's expression, this was a terrific way to start the day.
On the other hand...do you see that glazed look in his eyes? Could he possibly be thinking about ripping that blasted camera out of my fingers and tossing it out the window? I did, after all, ask him to zip back out to the parking lot and get it from the van. Then, as soon as he sat down, I said, "SMILE!" And all of this took place before the poor guy had a single sip of coffee.
Nah. I must be imagining things. ;-)
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