A Good PEI Fence Revisited…

Around this time last year, Greg, Olive the pug and I took a wonderful drive up to Prince Edward Island and stayed in a beautiful cottage.  Behind the cottage was a field of Queen Anne’s Lace held back by a rustic fence.

After we returned to our hum-drum lives, I believe I threatened to blog about the Queen Anne’s Lace at some length.  Well, knowing how way leads on to way, I never did manage to get back to it.  There were so many less-traveled roads to go down.  (Sorry, Mr. Frost!)

Today, because I haven’t spent a lot of time with my camera since my return from Ohio and consequently don’t have recent fences to post, I have gone back into my archives and am pulling out a few pics from PEI of that fabulous field of Queen Anne’s Lace held back by that rustic fence and here they are.

Believe it or not, I have many more photos on my hard drive of these flowers and that fence.  It was such a beautiful sight.  Well, despite that fact that way leads onto way, I may well be unable to resist taking the road back.

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The Things You See Along the Way: Bangor Edition and One Good Fence…

I’m feeling a bit logy today as the effects wear off from the anesthesia that I was subjected to this morning for my colonoscopy.  But I don't think they meant computer when they told me not to operate large machinery.

Most of you out there who have been in my shoes know, of course, that the colonoscopy itself is far less irritating than the prep day before.  But what gets me even more than that is, in my case, to finish off the prep, I had to take the last dose at 1:00 am.  Then, of course, it’s a good couple of hours before you can actually get to sleep after that.  Since my procedure was at 8:00 am, I was up at the crack of dawn and out the door on about two and a half hours sleep.  Soooooo, if I make some mistakes here today, it’s the fatigue speaking.  BUT, I will say this, it’s all a small price to pay to make sure that there’s nothing untoward going on in the old plumbing down there and I'm free for another five years.

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When we were in Bangor in August, we didn’t have a lot of time to look around, but if you saw my last post, you know that we did spend an hour or so driving around town looking at stuff, which is one of my favorite things to do.

I was very surprised to see that The World’s Best Drunken Noodles are served in Bangor.  But my surprise was mainly because I have no idea what a “drunken noodle” is.  I’d try one though.

I like looking in people’s windows while we drive around.  But I’m not a voyeur.  I don’t want to see the people who live in these places; I’m just interested in their stuff.  I liked the looks of this place with the fan and the orchids in the window.  The building itself was nice and strong looking.

In case you’re driving in Bangor and forget where you are, I recommend driving by this sign.

This is The Thomas Hill Standpipe.  “Standpipe” is just a fancy way of saying “water tower.”  According to the website 10Places Every Stephen King Fan Must Stop While in Bangor, Maine, “The Thomas Hill Standpipe served as the inspiration for the haunted and dangerous water tower in It and it's said King wrote much of the book, published in 1986, on a park bench in the small park at the base of the tower. The Standpipe was built in 1897 and holds 1.75 million gallons of water for the city.”

  It is one of my favorite King books.  He confirms the utter and total creepiness of clowns in this book.  I remember It keeping me awake at night when I was reading it.  I couldn’t get the line, “We all float down here” out of my head for months.  Well, the line is obviously still in there even now.

But I would say that even if you aren’t a fan of Mr. King's work, this is worth a stop if you’re ever in Bangor.  It is one fantastic building.  Made me wish I had brought my wide angle lens along.  Oh, well…

So that I will be able to link up with Theresa’s Good Fences today, I’m throwing in this pic.  If we had had more time, it looked like a place that would be a very nice stop for a draft beer.  Well, at least it would be on a nice day, which it wasn’t when we were in Bangor.  And that’s why my pictures of the Standpipe (above) look like they were converted to black and white.  Nope.  Those shots are in living color.  It was just a black and white kind of day.

Good Bangor Fences…

We didn’t have a lot of time to tour around Bangor, Maine while we were in the vicinity. But we did have about an hour before we had to get gussied up for the wedding we attended, so we drove around Bangor a little bit.

There were some beautiful houses with fences along the main drag like this one:

But of course, the magnum opus of all fences and houses in Bangor is this one:

This is the house of none other than the prolific and brilliant writer, Stephen King.  Pretty neat, eh?

Looks like Mr. King has a pet frog.

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Good Vermont Fences...

On our recent trip to Vermont, we saw town fences...

and we saw country fences.

That is New York and the Adirondack Mountains in the distance.

But, those parts are blessedly free of city fences.

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Good Fences and Green Grass…

The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered.

 When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.

~Robert Fulghum

A couple of fences I picked up on my comings and goings this summer.

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Good Country Fences...

Here are just a few that I've managed to pick up on my travels.  Where they are no one (or at least not me) knows.  They are somewhere in the eastern part of the USA.

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Good Split Rail Fences...

On our recent trip down to North Carolina and the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, we saw quite a few split rail fences.  I've always wondered how you get started putting one of those together.  I suppose I could Google it, but I'd rather just try to figure it out.  Anyhow, here are a couple of the fences we saw.

This first one is in front of the John Oliver cabin in Cades Cove, which is located in the Tennessee section of the national park.  I wanted to go there because I am a distant relative of John Oliver.  From conversations with my family, I've determined that he was my Great Grandfather Oliver's Great Uncle.  I know that's a little off the beaten track family-wise, but still it was fun standing inside a place where I actually do have a family connection.

Here I am standing on the porch.

It's a small cabin -- one room down and one room up.  But it sounds like they managed to make do.

In my Facebook post when I was trying to figure out the relationship between  John Oliver and me, I got a post from my aunt Wanda that I made me laugh.  She said: 

The first time we went to Cade's Cove, Bunni (Wanda's daughter and my cousin) was about 10 years old. She needed to find the restroom, but apparently there weren't any. So she went back to the car and we eventually found her there with this poem she had written:

Great, Great, Great Uncle John, 

where in the world has your outhouse gone? 

I've looked in the cabin, 

I've looked all around, 

but that dadblasted outhouse 

just couldn't be found! 

This other fence was on the property of the cabin we rented.  There were significantly more rooms in our cabin than in John Oliver's and we were very comfortable there.  There was a full outhouse inside on both floors.  So we managed to make do very well indeed.

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Good Ole Fences…

About a week ago, I had to go somewhere.  I can’t remember where at this point, but I do remember I took the long way home and since I had my camera I looked around for a couple of fences to share with Theresa at The Run*A*Round Ranch Report.

This one’s just a piece of a fence.

And this one is a fence next to a collapsed barn.  Unfortunately, after the winter we had, there are plenty of falling down barns around these parts.

Well, sometimes when you are out poking around, you run across some strange things – like this tire sculpture.

Pretty glamorous for a tire sculpture, don’t you think?

Good Fences Uncovered…

It was so beautiful here yesterday.  Spring has definitely sprung.  I just had to go out searching for some of those fences that have been buried under the white stuff all winter long.  I took a ride a little bit north of here toward New Braintree, Massachusetts.  There are some really primo rock walls out that way.

  So here you go!

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More Good Scottish Fences...

We have improved somewhat in the snow removal process.  This photo was taken looking out our kitchen door on February 21:

And here we are now on April 2:

I see bare ground!  Yay!  But as you can see, we are still under a bit of snow.  The bottom line is that I haven't gone out yet in search of new fences, so I am going to post more Scottish fences.

My blogger friend Debbie from It's All About Purple had something to say the last time I posted some fences from Scotland.  She said, "How can you share so many fences in one post.  I would have to split this up, I could get a good month out of these!!!! and a lot of comfort, knowing I have them!!!"  It made me laugh because clearly Debbie can't see just how many photos I have stored on my hard drive.  AND I loved Scotland so much that I took at least a gazillion photos when we were there, many of which I haven't even thought about  touching with my editing yet.

Here are a few that I found that have not seen the light of day for quite a while:

I want this house!!

This is the beautiful town of Oban, Scotland.  Not only is the town beautiful, they also make quite a beautiful whisky there.

I love how these two are perfect in step.

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Good Glasgow Fences...

The snow is melting around here, but not fast enough for me to get out and get any new fence photos, so I am setting the controls of my WABAC machine for June 19, 2010 and heading for Glasgow, Scotland.

Here are some Glasgow fences.

Tell me what this means, Mr. Peabody?  I sure don't know.  This was taken at the Glasgow Science Centre.

The Glasgow Armadillo (The Clyde Auditorium) is reflected in the BBC Scotland building on the River Clyde.

The Doulton Fountain, Glasgow:

The sun shining brightly in Glasgow.  I want to go back!

The Clyde Arc aka The Squinty Bridge:

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Good Fences. Thanks, Theresa!