A Slice of Lites
Bill Lites
Day 8 – July 22: Continued:
For my first stop after crossing the border and arriving in Ontario, Canada I had planned to visit the Fort Frances Museum located just a few blocks from the border in Fort Frances, but it was closed today. So, I didn’t waste any time, heading northwest a couple of hours on Canada #71 to try to make up some of the time I lost at the border crossing. I stopped in Nestor Falls long enough to take a photo of the float plane base. I would have loved to have been able to just climb aboard one of those planes and fly to Winnipeg, to save all that driving time ahead of me. Dream on Bill.

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At Kenora I turned west onto the Transcontinental Canadian Highway (MB-1W) and drove for hours thru mostly flat open uninhabited plains toward Winnipeg. It wasn’t long before I began to worry about having enough gas to make it to the next gas station. I had never seen the gas gage get this low since I’d bought the car, and I didn’t know how many miles I could go after the “Low Fuel” Warning Light came on. I prayed for a gas station, and thank the Lord, I found a gas station before I had to start walking ($4.58/gal). I don’t think I could have made it the next 40 or 50 miles to Winnipeg without that stop.

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It was getting late by the time I arrived at the house in Winnipeg where I had reserved a room for the two nights I planned to be there. I knocked on the front door, but no one answered. I knocked louder but no one answered. I walked around to the back door and knocked loud, but no one answered. I called the number I had on my “Confirmed” reservation and was told by the operator that the number had been disconnected. I called the travel group I had reserved the room with and told them my situation. They tried to call the number and got the same results. They logged a “Trouble Ticket” and put me in contact with their reservations desk. When I tried to make a reservation with my normal hotel chain, I was told there were no rooms available with any of their 12-group hotels in town. How could that be? He said a big conference was going on in town, and all the major hotels were full.

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He checked his records and said the New Lodge Hotel had a room for the two nights. So, sight-unseen, I reserved the room and was given the address. I didn’t like the general look of the area when Greta (my Garmin) told me I had arrived at my destination. The 7-11 type store a hundred yards from the hotel looked run-down and was surrounded with all types of run-down looking people. The lobby of the hotel was gloomy and smelled of cigarette smoke. I checked in, got my things, and rode the elevator (littered with empty coffee cups and soda cans) to the third floor. When the elevator doors opened, I was hit by a very strong cigarette smell. Walking down the poorly lit hallway, I found my room and, as I looked around at the sparseness of the room, I was wondering just what I had gotten myself into.

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I was surprised that the (no-smoking) room really didn’t reek of the cigarette smoke I had expected. I went back down to the lobby and ask the desk clerk about restaurants in the area, and he said, “There’s a KFC across the street.” Well, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was late and that would have to do tonight. I had their 3-piece chicken dinner ($10.96) with mashed potatoes and gravy and cold slaw. With a full tummy, I headed back to the hotel, and my room, for what turned out to be a restless night’s sleep (lots of hollering and banging of doors until way into the night).

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—–To Be Continued—–
Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 65 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing. He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville. Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is: John 10:10

















































