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<\/a>We went to one of the local fairs where we enjoyed excellent fair fare like Italian sausage with peppers and onions, a salted soft pretzel, and one of the most amazing peanut butter stuffed eclairs you can sink your teeth into!<\/p>\nI looked everywhere for the This isn’t the life I ordered guy<\/a><\/span> that I met a few years ago when I went. I was hoping to find him manning the grill with a different t-shirt to spark a discussion, but, alas, I didn’t find him…<\/p>\n Big Guy and one of his female friends were there, and since he, like my hubby, doesn’t like wild and crazy rides, the four of us hooked up for a little while so the gals could enjoy a few thrills…though we did get the guys on this ride!<\/p>\n I was the one who felt ill as Warren spun us madly<\/p><\/div>\n I drove Beauty to Buffalo on Saturday for an exam she had signed up to take, and while she was sitting through a grueling four-hour test, I was breathing in the fresh Niagara Falls air.<\/p>\n En route<\/em>, they and the two other couples they were traveling with were making a stopover in the Thousand Islands to see the Boldt Castle.<\/p>\n Warren and I visited that area and the castle during our quick, three-day honeymoon. Some of the one-hundred-twenty-nine rooms had been restored after thirty-some years of the building sitting vacant, but many more years of hard work and good money spent would be in order before visitors could see beyond the first floor.<\/p>\n Though we’ve vowed to return many times in the past twenty-six years, we never have.<\/p>\n Since the riders were planning only to pass through Alexandria Bay, Hubby and I labored over making a seven-hour drive for a mere few hours visit.<\/p>\n And then, at the last minute, we decided to toss aside logic and stress by tossing a few clothes and toiletries into a bag and joining the group.<\/p>\n Boldt Castle<\/p><\/div>\n After visiting Boldt Castle, we all went to this fabulous restaurant called Riley’s. Great food and service!<\/p>\n We thought we’d struck the bargain of the century until I realized I’d just reserved rooms in Canada! While I canceled that reservation and began my search anew, one of the fellas decided to check out the little motel not a hundred yards from us.<\/p>\n Would you believe they had vacancies? Four of them!<\/p>\n The staff was helpful and pleasant, the rooms clean, bed comfortable, and the view spectacular.<\/p>\n The amenities are a little dated, but the newest owners are working hard to upgrade the facilities and couldn’t have been nicer.<\/p>\n I met owner Judy the morning we checked out of our room and two of her staff members were kind enough to pose for this pic! Sweet as pie they were!<\/p>\n Brilliant flowers adorn sidewalks and storefronts<\/p><\/div>\n Don’t know how I feel about that, Folks, not after repeating the fairy-tale turned tragic story for more than twenty-five years. Then, again, if it is the truth, then the truth should be told and is equally interesting and certainly sparks my curiosity.<\/p>\n Story or not, one thing is for sure: Boldt-ing with Warren and family topped last week’s happy!<\/p>\n What about you, Journeyer? What moment(s) freed your spirit and your smile last week? Share something here and spread a little joy!<\/p>\n Until we meet again, yours in hope, healing, and happiness…<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>But the best part of all was meeting up with an aunt and uncle who were traveling by motorcycle from Michigan to Bar Harbor, Maine.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>The plan was for us to part ways there. The tuckered out bikers had been told they’d have to ride an hour out to find a hotel in this tourist town’s peak season. Not wanting to leave it to chance, we sat on the parking lot hillside searching the internet from my trusty little hot spot.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>Following check-out, Warren and I meandered through the town shops and the local art co-op, where Tom confirmed a rumor someone had told my uncle when he told them he was visiting the castle. If the local folklore is true, the history behind this legend is a less-romantic, non-Hollywood-ized version of the truth.<\/p>\n<\/a>