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Thursday, July 16, 2015

Overnight at Liscombe Lodge & Sherbrooke Village



The drive from Halifax to Liscombe Lodge on Nova Scotia's Eastern Shore takes about two and a half hours. We arrived at Liscombe just in time for lunch, our first chance to taste some lobster and we weren't shy.  We ordered seafood chowder and a lobster roll.
Seafood Chowder & Lobster Roll
by Debi Lander
The chowder arrived piping hot; a treat for Florida gals as it was a chilly, rainy day. Every spoonful warmed our bodies and souls. Next came the lobster roll and only one word is needed, "YUM." Lovely, large chunks of the cold-water crustacean with just a light touch of mayo on a home baked bread.
The Liscombe River



After lunch, we checked into our rooms. They sat next door to each other: rustic little cabins, called chalets, with a big bed and a small wood-burning stove in the corner. The cabins, with outdoor verandas, overlooked a rapidly moving river. The swishing sounds would surely lure us to sleep at night.
A warm fireplace in the evening.
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My Chalet near the roaring Liscombe River.
Interior of my bedroom in the chalet. 

Liscombe Lodge offers 30 Riverside Lodge guestrooms, 17 chalets, and five four-bedroom cottages. They are pet-friendly and also have a fitness center and indoor heated pool. Of course, the main building includes a restaurant with big windowed walls that overlook the river. Many bird feeders hang outside the windows, and a bevy of colorful feathered friends come and go. We were thoroughly entertained by the little fellas.
Birds outside the restaurant entertain diners.


However, it was time to join two other travel writers and set off to Sherbrooke Village to experience life as it was along the St. Mary’s River before the 1900s. In the 1860s, timber, tall ships and gold brought prosperity to this area of Nova Scotia. Today 25 original buildings remain where costumed interpreters bring history to life. We watched sparks fly from the blacksmith’s hammer as he created an "s" curved hook. We saw the printer using his press and witnessed the work of a weaver’s nimble hands.
The Blacksmith at Sherbrooke Village.


The Printer

Our tour was far too brief; this is the type of place you need to spend the entire day roaming around. The Tea Room looked inviting, and the menu featured Fisherman's Pie and Old Fashioned Lemon Snow, a lemon pudding with custard sauce.  Something the Good Girls would have surely devoured. 
Sherbrooke Village in Nova Scotia

Blacksmith's Forge


We were impressed with the variety and number of hands-on workshops held there throughout the year: woodworking, forging, a sawmill and goldmine frolic, a songwriters camp, sewing circle, antique car show, a sporting day for traditional driving- as in horse and cart, a time traveler's reunion and harvest weekend.

Sherbrooke Village reminds me of Sturbridge Village in New England, but it's a smaller version and covers a later period.  Anyone touring Nova Scotia should consider stopping. We give it a thumbs up! 

The lovely Sherbrooke Village in Nova Scotia.

We returned to the Lodge for a salmon planking demonstration. The chefs mounted a wild salmon filet on a board, placed it near an open fire, and brushed with maple syrup and butter. The cooks at Liscombe Lodge prepare this house specialty daily. Since we'd missed dinner the night before, we were ever so grateful to taste the Nova Scotia delicacy. Another yum!
Salmon Planking

Brushing the glaze onto the salmon.
Onward for a crafting project! Generally, the Good Girls don't sit around working on crafty projects. We are too busy gallivanting around the world. But, when given the opportunity, we jumped- no, pounded in. We were offered an array of wildflowers and plant leaves and were to create a print by hammering the natural oils through a piece of muslin. Oh yes, wine was included, too.
Judy hammers away.

Our friend Kirsten works on her craft project. 

Judy got fancy with flowers,

and I stuck with a fern, a fiddlehead fern to be exact. This type of printmaking is one heck of a useful craft if you happen to be angry with someone -- just pound out your hostilities. We then ironed the fabric to affix the imprint and placed the design in a frame. Can't say mine is a work of art, but if my grandchild made it, I would have been thrilled. Nice to see the Lodge offering an activity that includes nature and keeps one busy. A perfect rainy day project.
Debi's Leaf Print
Since the misty weather curtailed a morning boat ride, we made up time with an afternoon outing. Liscombe maintains a marina and offers scenic tours on the water.

The Good Girls, Debi Lander and Judy Wells.
Our boat ride included hors d'oeuvres and wine, an event that placed the Good Girls back in their element.
The View from the Marina at Liscombe Lodge
@Debi Lander

We motored across shimmering crystal clear water and through the noticeably clean air. We passed fifty shades of green trees and peaceful vistas. My goodness, the look of Nova Scotia is pleasing to the beholder. We loved the calming views.
Liscombe Lodge from the River

A Rainbow appeared during out boat ride.

However wonderful the boat ride was, a lobster lesson and feast were next on the schedule for dinner.  We didn't have long to wait. 
Our upcoming Lobster Dinner
(Hint: read the next post to learn about cooking and eating lobster.)


Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Galloping along Virgiinia's Eastern Shore

Chincoteague, VA. Photo by Debi Lander.
Rugged men, resourceful women, wild ponies running free and oysters worth slurping occupy the Eastern Shore year 'round. Off-islanders visit when the water warms and the weather is better along this 70-mile-long pointy finger of a peninsula from Kiptopeke in the south to the bottom half of Assateague Island to the north.

You know this peninsula with the longest stretch of undeveloped barrier islands on the East Coast (23) has to be worth visiting when you consider the effort and expense of building and maintaining the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel connecting it to the mainland. The 17-mile-long creation is considered one of the seven engineering marvels of the world.

Barrier Island Center. Photo © by Judy Wells.
One road stretches like a spine from end to end of the peninsula, giving residents a simple way to identify their locale: baysider or seasider, up the road or down the road. Our first stop was The Barrier Island Center in Machipongo, an enjoyable way to learn what life on barrier islands was like.

Westerners have been settling here since the 1600s. Early cash crops were salt and wool. The salt came from the ocean and settlers found a cheap and easy way to control sheep for the wool: maroon them on smaller barrier islands where they could forage for themselves. Today the descendents of those 17th century sheep are adding to the historical accuracy of Colonial Williamsburg and Mount Vernon.

By the 1800s rich northerners were flocking to Hog Island for the hunting and fishing.
Hog Island Hotel desk. Photo © by Judy Wells.
 A large part of the center's displays are dedicated to the community of watermen on Hog Island that was washed away and deserted following a storm in the 1930s.

From the Hog Island Hotel front desk and the watermen's boats to locally carved wooden decoys and the annual July Fourth baseball games and the recipes for food to fuel them, displays emphasize personal lifestyles.










The 17th century cook house, left, and what had been the African-American women's housing. Photo © by Judy Wells.
The Center's building comes with its own history having served as the Almshouse Farm since 1803. Machipongo, by the way, is an Indian word meaning place of fine dust and flies. It was windy during our visit which kept the flies down and the thriving grass took care of the fine dust.


If, like Judy, you grew up on Newberry Award-winner Marguerite Henry's books and fell in Love with "Misty of Chincoteague," the Museum of Chincoteague  will be a must stop. The protagonist of that book is stuffed and on display as is Stormy, her third and last foal. So are other mementos of life on Chincoteague, but after the Center you will have seen much of that already. You may leave wishing you had kept going with only Wesley Dennis's illustrations of Misty, but go ahead and stop anyway.



Stormy



















Misty
View from the Visitors Center. Photo © by Judy Wells.
We went to the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge to look for the real things, the wild ponies that live on Assateague Island. The popular myth is that they were washed ashore from a capsized Spanish galleon, but genetics indicate they were of domestic stock that were put on the islands to escape a livestock tax and turned feral over the centuries.
Chincoteague ponies.
After checking with the National Park Service Visitors Center at Little Toms Cove, we found a threesome in the distance while driving along the Wildlife Loop Road, where we also encountered bird watchers sitting in lawn chairs to watch an eagle's nest.
One very preggnant mare and a Misty look-alike. Photo by Debi Lander.
Denise Bowden,
We heard a lot more about the ponies during dinner at Don's Seafood where we met Denise Bowden, the first woman accepted into the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company. The company owns and is allowed to graze the 150 ponies on the Virginia end of Assateague. Some 30-40 ponies live on the Maryland end of Assateague, their numbers controlled by artificial birth control.
Fairgrounds.









Since the early 1940s, said Denise, the Chincoteague firemen have auctioned off young ponies as a way to control the size of the herd and to raise money for equipment. The round up, swim from Assateague to Chincoteague, pony penning, auction and carnival are held the last consecutive Tuesday and Wednesday of July. Preliminaries - rounding up the herds, walking them to the assembly area and checking the ponies for health and destiny - fills Saturday through Tuesday. The swim takes place on Wednesday, the auction on Thursday, Friday the ponies swim back to Assateague and, as Denise says, "Saturday we fall out."

Easily understood when a town of 3,000 hosts 50,000 or more visitors.

Make way for ducks and ducklings.
It's easy to see how Chincoteague has been voted happiest town, best seaside town and other hospitality and lifestyle kudos over the years. Ducks have the right-of-way, locals are surrounded by sea and bay with all of its bounty, the wild things that live or visit are respected and residents live at a pace that fits with tides and ducks.

Kayakers in Assateague Channel.




















There is room for all, even the human tourists who flock to their beaches, paddle in their waters, come to observe wildlife, clog restaurants and streets of this half-mile-wide, seven-mile-long island.  Even when visitors push ordinary out-the-door lines at the Island Creamery to a length that anywhere else would engender wait-rage, the locals smile.

Marsh mud, an unbelievably dense chocolate, is worth the wait and they know when the winds blow as cold as the locally made ice cream inside, the island will be theirs again.