Thrival Productions Marnie Jones


2004 Tour home

Niagara, NY to Dearborn, MI
 June 1 - 7

June 1

The day started off really pretty, cool and sunny, but late in the afternoon, it rained again. With all this rain, the countryside is exceedingly green, but the parks we have found are a bit muddy.

We drove toward Niagara along the shore of Lake Ontario for a ways and then south, when there was a dead end. We were tired of going 35-45 mph and connected to the road which took us to Rochester. We found one of the Starbucks with a hotspot and sent the latest tlog. A bit of a snack there and lunch across the street and we were off again for another hour and a half to Niagara Falls.

On the way to the RV park, I noticed a sign to Our Lady of Fatima shrine and after checking in at the park, I couldn't help but take a look. There was a large garden with quite a number of full size statues of saints, including Mary in many of her guises. There was a heart-shaped pool and fountain ringed by more statues and at the tip of the heart was a human size horizontal Jesus on the cross. Across from the other side of the heart was a dome with a larger statue of Mary on top and a church sanctuary inside. (Photos of Fatima)

We made fresh pesto for dinner and played a game of Monopoly. Tonight it was my turn to shine. Monopoly has a distinct element of luck, or maybe it has something to do with karma or mental attitude. Hard to say. I noticed as I was "on the rise" that having to pay taxes or pay to get out of jail or any number of small outlays of cash didn't matter to me. I was calm and just considered it "the price of doing business". When Rob or I was "down and out", each expense might send us over the edge and was very stressful. Payday (Pass GO) was the mainstay, but rent would take it away as fast as it was made. I was able to get all four railroads and this tipped the playing field considerably. Poverty is stressful! Being the underdog is horrid, but what makes one person financially successful and another in a constant struggle? We can think we know, but how much is just plain luck? How much is an innate sense that we are abundant? How much is knowing when to invest? How much is "landing on the right property"? In the Monopoly world, "working hard" has nothing to do with it.

In the game, I have noticed that spending money on the cheap properties doesn't yield that much. Buying the expensive ones isn't really that great either, because it takes a lot of money. It is the middle range and the railroads (especially all four) that allows you to stop your oponents. When you have made money, then go for the expensive ones. BUT, so much depends on which spots you and they land. This must have something to do with the law of averages, but I could swear that Rob landed on the RRs more often when he was worried about it. Then several turns would go by when he wasn't thinking about them and he wouldn't land on them.

While having lunch, I read a piece to Rob on George Soros, the self-made billionaire who has built his fortune through dealing in fluctuating currencies. He is the 28th richest guy in America, according to Forbes. He supports liberal causes around the globe and is on a mission to beat Bush. He has put money into MeetUp.com, among other things. He is not always seen as an asset by those he supports, but throws his weight behind causes so he can have his say. Soros had been a guiding force around the end of communisim in eastern Europe. The article was in USA TODAY, June 1, 2004. Sounds like a very interesting guy to study.

June 2

We got going at our usual late hour and decided to use our new bikes to ride the bike path along the river. The views were spectacular! You can see Canada on the other side and a combination of rapids and the river several hundred feet below.

We left the bikes and walked down a stone path all the way to the bottom. Rob didn't want to go that far, but I pushed us on. "Just around the next bend", "OOh, this looks interesting". Then, there was the climb back up and the ride back to the RV. There was some complaining about the rigors.

Then, we drove to the visitor center and experienced a multimedia introduction to Niagara, the most interesting part of which was old footage of the sides of the gorge caving in, and a simulated descent through 300 feet of rock. The "elevator" shook and the pictures of rock went up when we were supposedly going down. Of course we were asked to pretend that there was some sort of power failure which would leave us deep in the earth and the rock layers were so "low res" that we could hardly tell one from another. The high point was the falls themselves. A $2 ride on the trolley (these things are becoming ubiquitous) got us to the best American-side viewing points. Rob was tired and grumpy, I was energized and elated by the falls themselves-truly equisite. (Photos of Niagara Falls)

We had a bit of trouble finding our way back to the "Shoretrail" on our way west and saw some of Buffalo we hadn't planned on and wouldn't care to see again, but finally made our way to beautiful and lush Dunkirk. With our new attitude about finding places, we actually scored very high and found Lake Erie State Park, a lovely quiet place on a hill above the lake. (Photos of Lake Erie)

June 3

The fatigue level was high today and it was obvious there wouldn't be much forward motion. We drove the slow route again and came into Erie PA, where there was a barbeque cook-off going on. Of course, we had to try some. $5 got us three ribs, considered a sampler. There were 5-6 rib places, so we had to discriminate and chose two. This was sort of like a small version of Vashon's Strawberry Festival, with face painting, inflatable kid "rides" and a city block closed to traffic. There wasn't much to eat besides the ribs and chicken, some fries, deep-fried veges and desert. How a green salad would have improved our meal! (Photos of Cookoff) (Photos of Frogs).

After all these months, Rob was asking to stay in a motel for a night and I started to agree that that might help us. We drove down to this peninsula which was a beautiful park with lush vegetation and 8 beaches. We stopped at a mostly deserted beach and, of course, Rob ended up swimming. Lucky and I just enjoyed the beach. The most amazing, perfectly flat skipping stones inspired me into action. They were so perfect that that first skip often launched the stone high in the air on their way over the breaking waves. I was skipping them around Rob in the water, careful, of course not to hit him.

There were two women with a young black lab who was a real handful at 13 months old. All he wanted to do with Lucky was to "assert his dominance". That got old quickly and we moved down the beach. (Photos of Erie Beach)

After an hour or so at the beach, we looked for a motel and it turned out they were all on the noisy main road of town, so we started driving west again and made it into Ohio, our 26th state! We were fortunate to find a place in Woodall's which was quiet and where the checkout time was "stay as long as you like."

One more Grisham book, THE RUNAWAY JURY, kept us up till 1am. As we listened, Rob made dinner and played video games, and I culled photos for the tlog.

June 4

This log is essential to me for more than just sharing with others. When so much is being experienced, the only way I seem to be able to "process it" is by making a record-both in words and pictures. Not all of that is suitable for sharing and so I edit for the website.

Today, we relished the altered space of a few hours in a Border's Books in one of Cleveland's eastern burbs. As we were preparing to pay for yet another Grisham novel, I saw two DVDs of my musical mentors Carly Simon and Joni Mitchell. So much of this journey is about reviewing my past. Here they were, two of my three favorite female singer/songwriters. I wanted to share them with Rob.

We drove along as close to a coastal route as there was and got to Marblehead, Ohio for a late dinner at the Crow's Nest. I haven't had walleye pike since I moved away from Minnesota in 1992. This great lake fish was well cooked-not over done, that is, and served very simply with a light coating of flour and tartar sauce. Rob's linguini al fredo with cajun chicken was yummy too, but too filling for one meal. It will make a great lunch.

This last leg of our journey is becoming more of a vacation-out of necessity. As Steinbeck said in TRAVELS WITH CHARLEY, "the sponge is full". We read about a Health Museum in ECLECTIC AMERICA, but decided we weren't up for it. We'll save our "sponge" for the Henry Ford.

I woke up with an idea for a project for Rob and he is interested. We had been talking about a series of interviews of Minnesotans on the subject of Jesse Ventura, former governor. A short documentary with the video camera was the new plan. He liked it. We started an internet search and found a lot of the sites had been discontinued, but there is still some stuff and we will be in Minnesota in about a week.

June 5

We weren't actually in the city of Marblehead, so decided to take a bike ride to see it and the historic lighthouse at its far end. What was unapparent by the not-very-good map was just how far that was-much further than anticipated.

As we pedaled, Rob's cough got worse. We went through the charming community of Lakeview, with its older cottages and few shops. There was a classic old hotel, but it appeared to be closed. The only people we saw were senior citizens and there were very few of them-not exactly a bustling community.

Marblehead was next, but didn't share the charm of Lakeview. The local quarry's overhead conveyor didn't add to the overall ambiance. I suggested to Rob that we find him a place to entertain himself, a bookshop or a restaurant while I rode back and got the RV. That was our working strategy except that there were no bookshops and not much in the way of restaurants either. We were told there was a Wal-Mart near by, but couldn't find it and really we wanted to continue our boycott, despite the fact I had been assured this Wal-mart was smaller and hadn't displaced the local merchants. Well, we were told it was 4 lights ahead and miles later, there had been only one or two lights.

We rode all the way back to the park, gathered up our laundry, and headed for Michigan-with a short trip back by RV to Marblehead to see the lighthouse. I was intrigued by the fact that people sat in chairs on the rocks and just "hung out". One was writing a letter on a big wooden board, usually used by the bedridden. Also, a wedding was forming itself as evidenced by a little red sports car with "Just Married" on it, and a tux or two. The couple passed us a few miles down the road.

All in all, Marblehead, Ohio, bore little resemblance to Marblehead Mass. I had heard in the past that it was some sort of replica of it-not so. Actually, according to a local, it was named for the quarry. (Photo of Marblehead Lighthouse)

We missed an important exit on the highway and had to go way out of our way to get back to Route 475/23. It took us through miles of flat farmland and probably an extra hour of driving! (Things are spreading out!)

The Detroit-Greenfield KOA Kampground was a welcome surprise with lots of trees and a lovely lake. AND it was quiet-especially after I insisted on a site way in the back. We had a light supper and saw several minutes of "The Man Who Would be King", the 1975 movie of Rudyard Kipling's classic, with Christopher Plummer, Sean Connery and Michael Caine, before I was asleep.

June 6

A day of R&R. The biggest expending of energy between the two of us was my bike right to the market. Rob continued to cough like crazy. I think some sort of spring pollen is bothering him.

June 7

The Henry Ford was a fabulous experience! There was the museum, filled with all sorts of wheeled (and other) inventions, cars, trains, tractors and even Buckminster Fuller's Dimaxion House. There was only one made (it was supposed to be mass-produced and setup on site in three days) and this was it! (Photos of Dimaxion House). There was the bus on which Rosa Parks took her seat, the limo in which JFK was shot and all manner of old fire trucks, first Harleys, antique bikes and the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile! There was a vast display of antique woodstoves and another of teadle sewing machines. AND a temporary display of early flying machines-including the Wrights' and the Tin Goose. Memorabilia in the museum included letters from bandits extolling the virtues of the Ford as a getaway car (Photos of Henry Ford museum).

All together, it was 12 acres!

Then we went on a tour of Rouge, the original Ford plant and current manufacturer of Ford pick-up trucks, complete with three movies, the middle one with some smells and shaking floor to custom music by the Detroit Philharmonic.

To put things in perspective, Henry Ford was a tinkerer. He worked on a motor car called the Quadracycle in his evenings and weekends until he had one that would go. Then he started a company to manufacture them. It went bust in a year. He started another one. In a month or two, it was history. His third one, the Ford Motor Company survived. (They were non-specific about what was different here.) The first Model T rolled out and everybody wanted one.

In the beginning, it took workers 12 hours to complete one car. Mr. Ford studied other industries for their uses of mass production and then experimented with a moving line. One of the movies actually showed some early experiments with men pulling a chassis with a rope! By the time these early experiments were complete, the Ford Motor Company could turn out a Model T in about 90 minutes! But they were selling like hotcakes, because they were durable and affordable and were fast becoming a symbol of weath.

Mr. Ford conceived of a manufacturing plant at which allowed a car to be made from the raw materials to the finished automobile and thus the Rouge Plant was created (Rouge is the name of the river on which barges brought the raw materials-mostly iron.)

At its peak, 100,000 people worked there. When the plant first opened, Mr. Ford doubled the pay of his employees from $2.50 to $5/day and thousands came looking for jobs. The UAW (United Auto Workers) called him to task in the 1920s and he felt he had already done so much for his workers that he was against them unionizing. However, it became an acceptable reality, but with the depression, the company was hard hit. The war got them back in operation but for the war effort they made jeeps and tanks-not cars and with lots of "Rosies" doing the work of the men who were off fighting. After the war, they were back in business making cars.

Now, due to downsizing, the miracle of modern robot technology, outsourcing and competition (they didn't say this), there are only 10,000 employees and only 2,000 work in manufacturing. Up to 60 trucks roll off the line every hour. After the movies, we got to see trucks being assembled, in a very leisurely fashion, by the looks of it. The plant looked very clean, but the people very informally dressed in everything from "through back" jerseys to plaid T-shirts (thanks, Rob for the distinctions).

Around the observation deck, there were short video presentations every so often, most of them featuring pretty black females in hardhats telling about what we were seeing. I had lots of fun asking questions of the live personel, like "What does the QC staff do with trucks which don't pass?" The answer: "Fix um! Actually, you want to buy a truck which doesn't pass, because they get a second going over and there is hardly ever anything worse than a loose bolt. The engines always start these days." (One of the videos had shown us the rigors of rough road and brake testing, water jets which tested for leaks, etc.)

Here was another: "I notice that there are different colored doors and bodies all coming down the line for assemply. What if they don't match when they get there?" He replied, "The parts are put together at the top-by and then separated so that never happens. It is all regulated by computer" AND, "what percentage of parts are American vs Japanese or German?" He couldn't answer this.

There was a big emphasis (read "snow job") on environmental concerns. Little was mentioned about air pollution by their products or the fact that the river had been so polluted a few years back that it had caught fire. Here are examples of their environmental projects: The plant's flat "green" roof (planted with little succulants), to help with drainage and cooling, a very small greenbelt with little baby trees between these emmense buildings to clean the air, and a few photovolteic cells. Oh yes, and signs on the restroom walls indicated that recycled water might cause a bit of cloudiness in the potty.

To cap the day, we saw the new Harry Potter movie, The Prisoner of Azkaban. It was an interesting departure from the first two, with a new Italian director and a rearranging of the story's basics, which was what it was reduced to, plus a few details which were not in the book for "mood". It is so hard to divorce our appraisals from our knowledge and love of the book. Of all the books, this is the favorite of many (includiing Mom) and probably deserved to be followed more closely. However, so much happens in this one that a movie which was faithful would probably be 5-7 hours long!-not that most of us would complain.

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