Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Famous people who were born or raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada


Many world-famous people were born or raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. 

You may have heard that Paula Abdul and Justin Bieber spent time in Winnipeg as kids, but they did not go to school here or live here for extended periods. 

You also probably heard of several of the amazing people listed below depending on your hobbies and interests.

They should inspire Winnipeggers to reach for the stars because anything is possible. 

Here are just a few of the most famous and important people with a connection to Winnipeg that make us proud:

  • cancer fund-raising marathoner and Canadian hero Terry Fox,
  • Metis political leader and hero Louis Riel,
  • politician and father of Canadian Medicare Tommy Douglas,
  • business mogul and driving force behind the Canadian Museum for Human Rights Izzy Asper,
  • the bear that was the inspiration for Disney’s beloved Winnie the Pooh,
  • the man who named and designed Bugs Bunny, Charles Thorson,
  • actors Adam Beach, Len Cariou, Mimi Kuzyk, Anna Paquin and Nia Vardalos,
  • real life spy and James Bond inspiration Sir William Stephenson,
  • 2019 Nobel Prize winning physicist P. J. E. (James) Peebles,
  • musicians Neil Young, Tom Jackson, William Prince, Fresh IE, Faouzia, and Chantal Kreviazuk,
  • Irvine Robbins, founder of Baskin-Robbins,
  • Paul Faraci, creator of the Pizza Pop,
  • founders of the Harlequin Romance publishing empire, Richard and Mary Bonnycastle,
  • Burton Cummings and Randy Bachman of the Guess Who,
  • Brad Roberts of the Crash Test Dummies,
  • newscasters Ashleigh Banfield and Dawna Friesen,
  • children’s entertainers Fred Penner and Al Simmons,
  • writers David Bergen, Miriam Toews, Gabrielle Roy, Margaret Laurence, and Carol Shields,
  • award-winning filmmakers Richard Condie, Danishka Esterhazy, and Guy Maddin,
  • animator & Genie award winner Cordell Barker,
  • “Let’s Make a Deal” game show host Monty Hall,
  • TV producer (Till Debt Do U$ Part & Baroness Von Sketch) Jamie Brown,
  • escape artist Dean Gunnarson,
  • magicians Doug Henning and Darcy Oake,
  • comedian David Steinberg,
  • Olympians Cindy Klassen and Clara Hughes,
  • wrestlers Chris Jericho, Kenny Omega, and Rowdy Roddy Piper
  • Canadian Football League superstar Andrew Harris, and
  • current professional NHL hockey players Jonathan Toews, Duncan Keith, Patrick Sharp, Ryan Reaves, Travis Zajac, Mark Stone, Max Domi, and Alexander Steen.
    * This list is subjective and is not meant to be complete. There are thousands of other outstanding Winnipeggers that have made their mark on the world and are not on this list. There are many other important and famous people that were born or raised elsewhere in Manitoba that were intentionally left off this list. 
    
    ** Please comment below with any other people you feel should have been on the list. 

Happy Travels,

Kev

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Thursday, November 19, 2020

5 best breakfast restaurants in Las Vegas, Nevada (Vegas Hacks)


Top 5 Breakfast Restaurants in Las Vegas, Nevada

Usually, we eat fast, light, and cheap for breakfast when we travel. Often, we resort to coffee shops and fast food restaurants if our hotel does not have breakfast included.  Thus, we don't really have our own favourite places to eat breakfast when we are in Las Vegas. 

We remember having good experiences with good food, large portions and low prices at a few places, but when I looked online it appears that they have permanently closed.

After doing a lot of research and hearing from Vegas fanatics online, it seems that many people prefer to have a large brunch (late breakfast) in Las Vegas. After that, I imagine they skip lunch or just have a little snack in the early afternoon and then have a large dinner. 

We are members of many Facebook groups for Las Vegas travel tips and we noticed that this question gets asked a lot, so we thought we'd do a post about the best places for breakfast in Las Vegas. Members of those groups seem to know way more than we do about breakfast and brunch specials and the best places to have breakfast in Las Vegas. Some are pretty passionate about it.


Here are the top 5 breakfast spots on the Las Vegas Strip that people seem to recommend the most (in alphabetical order):

  1. Ellis Island (just off the Strip behind Bally's) - great value
  2. Hash House A Go Go (at LINQ near Flamingo) - great food
  3. Mon Ami Gabi (at Paris) - good food and eat outside on a patio
  4. Ocean One (at Miracle Mile Shops in Planet Hollywood) - great value
  5. Peppermill (just north of Wynn) - great food and ambiance

Honourable mentions included Eggslut (in Bellagio or Cosmopolitan), HEXX (in Paris), & Pantry (in Mirage).

Another very popular breakfast restaurant is called Blueberry Hill Family Restaurant, which has 5 locations that are not on the Strip. 

Many restaurants offer unlimited Mimosas or Bloody Marys with brunch for under $15 if you want to start your drinking early. 

If you want to get suggestions for the best buffet restaurants in Las Vegas, all of which serve breakfast too, please click here

Where did you have a great breakfast or brunch on a previous trip to Las Vegas? 


Happy Travels,

Kev

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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Short Story About Hiking Up Table Mountain "The Climb"

The Climb

By:  Kevin Strong

I’m gonna do it. 

I know it’s crazy, but I’m gonna climb that mountain.

It’s not a real “mountain” with glaciers and a tree line.  I won’t need climbing gear or a Sherpa to reach the top, but it’s still a mountain.  Even compared to the mountains that surround it, it seems more of a big hill, but it’s big enough for me.  I come from the Canadian Prairies, where a garbage heap with grass growing on top is a mountain to us.  I’ve flown south across the border on a business trip and I want a little adventure.

Yes, this is a mountain perfect for someone like me; someone who is middle-aged and out of shape.

Am I really middle-aged? Already?

I always thought middle-age started in your late-thirties and I’m closing in on 40.

I’m always trying to prove something to myself, but constantly overestimating my abilities and limitations.

Even finding the path entrance is difficult as I troll around in my rental car.  I pull over to ask some skateboarding teenagers for directions and they tell me that I can probably find the trail up a nondescript residential street. Since they live here, I wonder why they don’t know for sure because this mountain is staring every resident in the face every day. They are kind of laughing as they tell me and I’m not sure if it’s because they think I’m stupid to climb the mountain at this time of day or at my age or in my physical condition.  Maybe it’s because they are giving me the wrong directions on purpose. 

I drive until I see the side of the mountain and I park my temporary white gas-guzzler on the side of the street close to a path into the bushes.  I pause before getting out to consider whether I am really prepared for this or not.  I’m wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and runners meant for fashion (not for running).  I’m alone and I don’t really know what to expect.  No one even knows I am here.

Who cares?  What am I afraid of? 

Just do it.

I stick my cell phone in my pocket just in case.


Table Mountain still looks cool, but it appears far more imposing up close.  It has a round, flat top surrounded by sheer cliffs.  It reminds me of a larger version of the hoodoos in Drumheller or the rocky pillars you see in movies set in New Mexico or Nevada deserts.

The blue sky is dotted with a few clouds.  It’s late Autumn, so it is a bit chilly and the sparse bushes are dry and yellow like tumbleweeds.  Actually, the bushes probably always look like that because this is a high elevation desert that gets almost no precipitation.

It’s around 4:30 PM, so it should get dark soon.  A co-worker told me that the hike takes around 20-30 minutes each way so I convince myself that it should be okay.  Again, I make a mental note that there is no one visible on the path or on the mountain.  A dog in a nearby yard barks at me as if to tell me “stay away, you fool” or “beware”.  I wonder if there are any wild animals up there.  So many things could go wrong.

Who cares?  Am I a big baby or a man? 

Go for it!

The first steps are easy.  I enter a 2-foot wide path made by thousands of feet before mine.  The path is made from crushed dark red rock.  A nearby sign tells me that the rock is from a volcano erupting millions of years ago.

Oh, shit.  Are my expensive runners going to be ruined by the red dust?

I walk on.  There is a slight upward gradient, but easy enough to manage. 

As I walk, I wonder if the cell phone battery is very low.  I can’t remember for sure, but I think I would have enough power to make one last phone call if needed to 911 or even another call to my family to say good-bye as I lay dying.

I’ve done crazy shit like this before.  Like the time I went skiing down a double black diamond ski run at breakneck speed, while extremely fatigued, at the end of my first day ever skiing and could have broken my neck.  Or the time I went hiking alone in the mountains near Kananaskis, Alberta in a deserted area where I could have been attacked by a cougar or eaten by a bear.  I think we’ve all had that dream where we die from some totally avoidable situation and as we die we wonder “how stupid of me” and “what a waste.”  I hope this journey doesn’t end that way.

Oh, well.  I’ve started, so I may as well go on.

As I walk on, the slope gets steeper and the path crisscrosses horizontally across the mountain.   The path gets narrower and at certain junctions I am not sure which way represents the safe beginner’s path.  I see some obvious short cuts to save hundreds of meters of walking side to side, but my legs are starting to get tired and I don’t want to climb a steeper incline, so I stay on the widest path.  Two roads diverged on a hill, and I -  I took the one more traveled by (as usual).

Why must I walk so far in the opposite direction from my ultimate destination?  Am I even on the right path?  Get real.  What else would people climb up a mountain to see?

After 10 minutes, my breathing is getting heavy and I begin to sweat.

Already?  I am in worse physical shape than I thought.  Take deep breaths. 

Maybe there is less oxygen in the thinner air at this elevation.  I’m used to being 800 feet above sea level, but I am now more than a mile high.

My feet begin to drag and I trip over a few large rocks on the path.  I am so lazy that I don’t even try to step over those rocks anymore; I just walk around them.  I have to keep my eyes on the path now.  I can’t even enjoy the surroundings anymore.

Soon, I’m really panting like a dog in the sun and I can feel my heart pounding as if it wants to leap out of my chest. 

What if I have a heart attack?  Will I have the strength to call 911 or will the next hiker find my corpse? 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.  They always tell you to consult a doctor before starting an exercise program and I haven’t been to a doctor in years.

I look back at the miniature model of the rental car.  I am one-third of the way up and it already seems so far below.  I see two people walking near the car and I hope that they are going to climb up after me.  At least then, if I have a heart attack or slip and break my ankle or back, I can call out to them and they’ll find me quickly.  That is all the reinforcement that my will needed.  If they can do it, so can I.

I move forward; one foot after the other. 

Keep on trucking. 

This is way harder than a step machine or inclined treadmill at the gym, but at least I am breathing fresh air and there’s a breeze to cool me down.  Well, the air is fresh except for the smell of malt in the air from the brewery below.

I’m almost halfway up and I see a small bench and a sign telling me that I am leaving the “open recreation area”.  Now, I take a seat so that my shaking legs can rest while my speeding heart slows down.  However, from this point forward it is clear that I am proceeding at my own risk. 

It’s getting a bit colder and darker and I will have to hurry if I want to get to the top and down again safely.  After a few heavenly minutes, I decide to move on. 

I plod up the narrowing path and come to some areas that are slippery and hard to ascend because of the steeper angles combined with loose dust and rocks.  I guess it’s time to get my hands dirty and climb like a gorilla on all fours. 


I climb up some walls through a narrow crevasse and I am surprised at how easily I handle this tough part of my journey.  I never was good at rock climbing on those rock climbing walls, maybe because the harness removes the risk and prevents the adrenaline and survival instinct from kicking in.

I finally reach the top only to find that I am still 700 meters away from the peak, so I walk on.  There are many paths that seem to lead to the summit, so I scan them to find the one that seems to be the least distance and effort.  My second wind has come and I march on at a nice pace.

Near the peak, someone has been nice enough to install concrete steps leading to the summit.  The summit has a flat top and it looks like a giant helicopter pad. 

As I am about to climb the steps, one of the other hikers jogs past me to the top with little effort and no sweat.  I wish that I was in that kind of shape.  Oh, well.  At least I made it.  His goals and expectations are a little higher than mine. I theorize that he may have taken a much easier route to get here up an access road on another side of the mountain, but it’s probably wishful thinking.

I make quick work of the steps too.  At the top, there is nothing.  No signs, benches, drink machines, or garbage cans.  It looks like the inside of a volcano.  All I see is dusty red sand.  There are no plants and there are even a few mini-craters scattered around. 

I wander dangerously close to the edge to peer down.  A strong gust of wind blows hard enough to move my considerable mass, but thankfully it blows be back and not forward.  My sanity returns and I crawl to the edge and lie on my stomach to look down the steep, high cliff.  I realize that a fall would have been fatal (and still would be), so I back up five feet from the edge and survey the small, charming Golden town below. A few lights are on and the people in tiny cars are heading home from work for a nice dinner.

Unfortunately, there is not much of a sunset to view with all the mountains around getting in the way.


Hey, look at me.

I wave my arms wildly in the air in case anyone below is looking at the peak at this exact moment.  I am certain that lots of people are looking because I have looked at the peak many times myself in the past few days and I have seen people at the top.  I wanted to feel what they felt and now I am here.  I feel tired.  I feel proud, but lucky to be uninjured.  I breathe deeply and look at the surrounding mountains.  I finally allow myself to feel a tiny bit of exhilaration, but I quickly wonder how I am going to get back down.

I think about my life and how lucky I am to have a good job and a wonderful, loving family. I can’t wait to get home and see my beautiful wife and two precious, amazing kids. My business traveling is never easy on any of us.

I feel gratitude to my parents for helping me become the person I am and make a mental note to visit them when I get home. Sometimes life gets in the way of cherished relationships.

I ponder the symbolism of this climb and the steps along the way.

At what stage of this journey is my life? Am I just starting out, with little idea of what lies in front of me? Am I still climbing and striving and looking for ways to reach the summit of my career, my personal interests, my family and my marriage?  Am I “over the hill”? What parts of my life have plateaued with nowhere to go but down? Once I peak in various aspects of my life, will the descent be slow and easy or hard, fast & painful? Do I always take what appears to be the easiest path? What risks would I take to reach a higher summit? Do I have the energy and ambition?

It is now much colder and windier.  It is starting to get dark, so the treacherous parts of the path will be hard to see.  In my fatigued state, I can easily misstep and go for a tumble. 

I sit for a few minutes more and decide it is time to go.  I wish I could leave a mark behind to prove that I was here.  I don’t want to desecrate such a natural beauty by carving my initials in the rocks, so I go on my cell phone and update my facebook status to tell the world that I am at the top of a mountain.  I casually notice that the battery is almost half full, which removes one of my worries.  Then, I simply get up and walk down the stairs.

The second hiker is now arriving and both of them are at the top.  It’s weird, but I thought they’d acknowledge me or say “hi”.  I am sure that they do this simple climb every day for exercise, which I admire.  I wonder if they feel exhilaration or gratitude for being unhurt as I did.  Probably not.

I am a bit worried about my descent, so I walk close to the edge to try to find a shortcut down.  Down is supposed to be easier than up, right?  What goes up must come down and all that.  I see several paths leading over the edge. 

I explore one of them, the apparent lesser of several evils.  I even climb down a small 10-foot cliff to a narrow ledge.   I peek over the edge and see a sheer wall at least 30 feet high.  I can’t imagine how anyone could climb up or down without proper rock-climbing gear.  I am in a hurry and I foolishly think I can keep going down.

Why not?  Others surely have done it.  I’ve gone this far.  Go down or go up?  Down or up? 

I shimmy down the ledge to try to find an easier way to climb back UP to where I started 10 feet above me.  That tells you a bit about me.  I am glad to see a few rocks to grab and use as footholds.  I hug the rock close to my body and climb slowly and carefully because I worry that I don’t have the skill or strength to climb back up and I know that if I fall I will break something.  In my mind, I constantly replay a movie clip of myself falling and breaking different parts of my body.  It’s not like my whole life flashes in front of my eyes, but I have visions of my wife and kids during some good times back home.  Motivation.  My laziness and rush to get down has put me in real danger.  After a few exacerbating slips, I get to the top.  I feel happy, but also tired from the stress and exertion. 

I walk a bit further and try another shortcut with similar results.  I shake my head and laugh out loud at how stupid I am being.  I am being too risky.  I don’t have a harness to protect me. 

How much time have I already wasted on these deadly dead ends? How much time in my life has been spent exploring dead ends and making and correcting wrong decisions?

I don’t exactly remember how I got up here in the first place.  I follow the edge until I see a familiar crevasse.  This terrain looks harder to descend than climb.  I slip on some loose rocks and fall back on my keester, which is much better than rolling down the slope. The next time I slip and fall, I reach back to break my fall only to grab small cactus plants with both hands.  Ouch!  I take a few minutes to pluck out the needles, but I can’t get them all.

Going down is not as easy as I thought, so I slide most of the way on my ass.  I know it is degrading and nothing to be proud of, but it is safer, especially now that it has rapidly become dark.

I get more confident with my footing as I get closer to the bottom and I actually jog down in places.  I take many of the shortcuts down that I was too lazy to take on the way up.  

The dog barks nearby as if to say “welcome home, you ignorant fool”. 

Funny. I feel just as much exhilaration knowing I am safely at the bottom as I felt at the summit.  There has got to be a guardian angel watching over me.  The mini-mountain must have been in a good mood today.

I get in the car and drive away none the wiser.  I think I’ll have Mexican food with a nice green chili sauce for dinner.

* First published in the Write to Move Anthology by the Winnipeg Trails Association.


Happy Travels,

Kev

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PS - For a shorter read with vivid description of a creek at sunset in late summer, check out this poem: 

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Gimli, Manitoba (Interlake Region), Canada - Travel Tips and Things To Do


Things to do in Manitoba’s Interlake region:

Tourism in Manitoba:

Manitoba is probably best known to tourists for its polar bears, whale watching, and northern lights in Churchill on Hudson Bay and the Canadian Museum For Human Rights at The Forks Market where the Red and Assiniboine Rivers meet in Winnipeg.

However, a big part of international tourism comes from hunters and fishermen that like to take advantage of Manitoba’s wild and beautiful lakes and forests. There are many hunting and fishing lodges and guides that cater to these mostly wealthy tourists, who even come in the dead of our famously cold Manitoba Winters for ice fishing.

Manitoba has over 100,000 freshwater lakes, including 3 of the top 33 biggest lakes in the world (according to Wikipedia https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_lakes_by_area ), and surface water covers 16 percent of the province.

When I was growing up in Winnipeg, I often heard people say that almost everyone either had a cottage near a lake or had a close friend or relative that would let them use their cottage.  Manitobans know how lucky we are, which explains why 85 percent of Manitoba’s 11.4 million pre-pandemic tourist visitors come from within the Province (according to Travel Manitoba’s 2017 data https://assets.simpleviewinc.com/simpleview/image/upload/v1/clients/manitoba/Value_of_Tourism_2017_final__3471cf99-467a-4e12-b66d-15b163146608.pdf )

It’s time for the rest of Canada to get in on the hidden gem that is Manitoba, especially now that travel restrictions and self-quarantining requirements have ended for travel within the area from British Columbia to Western Ontario (according to this Global News article https://www.google.ca/amp/s/globalnews.ca/news/7106284/coronavirus-provincial-travel/amp/ ).

Please note that the attractions and events listed below were researched prior to the shut-down due to Covid-19 and I cannot say if or when they will resume.

What is the “Interlake”?

I want to give you some travel ideas about things to do in a beautiful area called the Interlake, which is the land between Lake Winnipeg and Lake Manitoba, the 12th and 33rd largest lakes in the world respectively.

A lot of tourism and cottage living occurs in the southern part of the West shore of Lake Winnipeg.  I know this area well because we bought a cottage there 3 years ago and are very glad that we did.

Gimli, Manitoba:

A great travel hub for your stay is a town called Gimli, which is central for the nearby attractions, and is only a 1 hour drive North from the Winnipeg International Airport up Provincial Highway 8.

Gimli has the largest population of people with Icelandic heritage outside of Iceland and is home of the Icelandic Festival of Manitoba, called Islendingadagurinn (try to say that out loud), during the August long weekend with a street market, art exhibits, concerts, and a midway with amusement rides. The festival also has live re-enactments of Viking battles.




That is the busiest and most crowded time to visit Gimli.

Gimli has a very large and popular public beach with a boardwalk and water-sport rental that can be quite busy on a hot summer day. It is great for family fun.

 

Be sure to take a walk to the end of the pier where there is a small lighthouse and viewpoint.  As you walk along the sea wall, you will see dozens of paintings by local artists that depict local landmarks or stories, many people fishing, and dozens of boats in the marina.  

 




At the start of the Pier, you will find a luxury resort hotel called Lakeview Gimli Resort that has a Robin’s coffee shop, several stores, a lakefront patio bar, and a fine dining restaurant called Seagulls that also has a great patio facing the lake.  If you stay there, they also have both an indoor pool & hot tub and an outdoor pool and hot tub that faces the beach and lake. 


Across from the resort is the main retail and restaurant district (1st Avenue and Centre Street).

There you will find 5 great little restaurants serving fresh pickerel caught in Lake Winnipeg with Greek salad and french fries. We have that for dinner on our way home after most of our cottage visits. The Greek salad (one of the best I have ever had), french fries and portions at Europa Restaurant are excellent, but they only deep fry the fish, which can be too greasy or overcooked for some people. The other restaurants have smaller portions, but offer 3 ways to enjoy your pickerel: deep fried, pan fried, or grilled.  You will also find a few ice cream shops and a large famous local clothing, gift, and souvenir store called Tergesen & Sons.






For family attractions, Gimli has the New Iceland Heritage Museum (with a massive statue of a Viking nearby), Lake Winnipeg Visitor Centre (like a local fishing museum), Gimli Motorsports Park & Go-Kart Track (with Interlake Dragway races every second Sunday), Gimli Aquatic Centre (with a pool and 2 large waterslides), a bowling alley, a tennis court, and a movie theatre.

 

Gimli also has a hospital and many stores and restaurants. For nightlife, try the Ship and Plough for a large selection of local craft beers and live entertainment such as bands and stand up comedy or the bar at the Viking Inn.


Other events in Gimli include the Gimli Ice Festival in March, Craft Market Sales in April and July, Beach Car Show in July, Sandcastle Contest in August, Gimli Model Plane Fest in August, and free concerts on Harbour Stage at 7 PM on some Sundays with beach bash concerts on select weekends in July & August.


Besides the Icelandic Festival, the most popular and well-known event is the Gimli Film Festival in July each year. This year, they converted it to an online digital film festival with 200 unique films from around the world. Normally, they have movie venues all over town, masterclasses with writers and directors,  and special film screenings on a giant inflatable movie screen that floats on the lake so you can watch from the beach on a lawn-chair.  

A short day trip North of Gimli:

If you do one excursion when you are not relaxing on the beach in Gimli, be sure to drive 10 minutes North up Provincial Road 222 to Arnes Market. This is a farmer’s market and more which is open from 9 AM – 2 PM on Saturdays, Sundays, and some holidays from May to October.

On your way to the Arnes Market, you will pass the Diageo distillery that produces all of the world’s Crown Royal Canadian Whiskey.  The warehouses here contain more barrels of whiskey than there are people in Manitoba. Unfortunately, they don’t do tours or have a tasting room because the bottling occurs near Toronto, Ontario.

The next attraction you will pass 8 kilometers North of Gimli is Camp Morton Provincial Park, which has an ornate functioning Ukrainian Catholic Church, 19 camp sites (for camping, RVs, or camper trailers), 14 rental cabins with running water (sleeping 4 to 6 people) and 6 Yurts (sleeping 4 people). There are several really interesting things about Camp Morton.

The first is that you can sleep in accommodations called Yurts that are mostly right on the water with lake views.  They are like camping in a little hut instead of a tent, so you have to use the shared public showers and bathrooms.

The second interesting thing is that this park started in 1920 as a summer camp for Roman Catholic children, so there are several abandoned buildings near the main entrance of the park, including old residences as well as a chapel, school, dining hall, water pump building, and water tower.  These buildings either have ornate architecture and decorations (in a Ukrainian style) or they demonstrate a unique, old outdated building method called “stackwall” which looks like a bunch of round holes where there is or used to be wood surrounded by a type of mortar or concrete.  


This park is popular for hiking in Summer and cross-country skiing in Winter. Hikers will find a mixed boreal forest with white spruce, aspen, oak, ash, balsam poplar and Manitoba maple trees as well as shrubs such as Saskatoon berry and high bush-cranberry. If you go hiking here, beware of a three-leaved shrub called poison ivy that could leave you with an itchy rash.

Near the water, you will see and hear frogs, songbirds, seagulls, osprey, and American white pelicans. During Spring or Fall, you might get lucky and see a Bald eagle taking a break from its migration.

Keep driving North for 5 minutes past Camp Morton and you will discover the Arnes Market. I can’t emphasize enough how unique and whimsical this market is.
 

The booths are made by a very creative artist and woodworker who also makes and sells great statues at the park next door, so they look strange and misshapen as if you are in another country or on another planet.

He also made a miniature church that is really photo-worthy.

 

At the market, you can buy farm fresh eggs, local and organic fruits & vegetables, crafts, jewelry, clothing, books, antiques, and foods like famous donuts and cinnamon buns from a Mennonite bakery, butter tarts, homemade fudge, jams, jellies, pickled foods, and shaved ice.

Inside the market, there is a petting zoo that is also free and great for families. You will see rabbits, chickens, pigs, sheep, and goats plus the young ones and babies. You can purchase appropriate food to feed many of the animals.
 
 

There is a children’s playground next to the Arnes Market, where kids can go on homemade swings & teeter-totters, and play bowling as well as sit in cars, trains and planes made by the property owner from tree trunks (many of which are based on the Flintstones). There are also many sculptures carved from tree trunks and painted like aliens, minions, & bears to admire (or purchase). And best of all, it is all free.

 
 

A long day trip North of Gimli:

If you have energy and gas to burn, you should consider visiting Gull Harbour on Hecla Island. If you keep going North of the Arnes Market, you will find more fantastic destinations.

There are several towns, camps, camp sites, housing developments, mobile home communities and RV parks on Provincial Road 222 North of Gimli. Each one has its own beach on the lakefront and they are fun to explore.

Very near to the Arnes Market, Camp Newstadt is a “private” German beach community with a nearby mobile home and trailer community called Mordens Meadows Campground and Trailer Park.  They share a small, secluded and cute beach.

A few minutes North of the Arnes Market, Spruce Sands is another small cottage community that has a public beach, restaurant, ice cream shop, and convenience store.  They also have an RV park. The beach at Spruce Sands is my favourite for swimming (even better than Gimli) because it has knee-deep water on fine sand for 50 meters out from the shore.

A few minutes North of Spruce Sands, you will find Silver Harbour Marine Resort, which is the largest private marina in Manitoba.  If you have a boat, you can launch it here for a small fee or you can launch it for free in Gimli or Riverton.  Spruce Sands also has around 15 RV sites.

The Arnes dock is very close to Spruce Sands and has a place where you can go fishing or purchase fresh-caught pickerel in season for a very good price ($7 per pound). Pickerel makes a memorable and tasty souvenir and you can also get it in Gimli for $9 per pound at Smith’s, which vacuum packs it for you or will sell you frozen fish that will travel better.




Less than 10 minutes North of the Arnes Market, you will find the Hnausa Beach Provincial Park, which has a beach and camp sites as well as a cool store and ice cream shop called Hnausa General Store that sells groceries, snacks, drinks, and some household and camping-related items.  

 

Just a few minutes North of Hnausa is a long concrete pier that is very popular for fishing, so bring along your fishing rods if you like to go fishing. Be sure to get your provincial fishing license first. Last time we stopped there, we saw close to 70 people fishing.
 

When leave Hnausa, you have to travel West to get back to Provincial Highway 8.  Once you reach Highway 8, you can take a short detour (less than 5 minutes each way) to visit Arborg, which has a library, hospital, Co-op grocery store & pharmacy, several restaurants, and a nice picnic area next to the river. Some events and attractions to visit in Arborg include Silver Western Days on the third Saturday in May, Arborg Fair & Rodeo in July, and the Noventis Aquatic Centre & Water Park that has a pool and waterslide. 

The Arborg & District Multicultural Heritage Village is a 100-year-old town that has been preserved for you to walk or drive through on a self-guided tour. Or, during the daytime, you can pay $10 per person for a guided tour and go inside the buildings. The Village also has a campground and RV park. 



For us, the reason to visit Arborg is the Arborg Bakery, which has been named to some lists of the best donuts in Canada, but also sells great cinnamon buns and Vinarterta, which is an Icelandic cake with thin layers of pastry dough, date filling, and icing sugar that you must try.  
 



From Arborg, head back to highway 8 and travel North 5 minutes to Riverton, which has stores, restaurants, a lounge, and a grocery store and pharmacy. If you stop here, you should take a short walk across the Icelandic River Walking Bridge for some pictures of a serene river and riverbank and take a picture with the nearby giant moose statue.
 
 

Now you are getting close. Drive another 20 minutes North to reach Hecla Provincial Park on Hecla Island.  At the entrance of the park, there is a giant sign and a lighthouse on the lakeshore that present a great photo opportunity while you stretch your legs. Near here, you will see dozens of cars parked on the side of the road where people are fishing.

 

Near the tip of Hecla Island, there are several attractions.

You can get off the main highway and take a road that winds through a historic Icelandic settlement. We recommend stopping and taking the self-guided tour on around 1 kilometer of paths to take pictures and read about the buildings and equipment they used to fish and live a few hundred years ago. You can also go fishing on a pier in this historic settlement.

 

If you haven’t had lunch or dinner yet, there is a very scenic picnic and rest area just past the historic settlement.

 

The road will eventually take you back to the main highway and you will end up in Gull Harbour, which is a small fishing town and marina that has a luxury resort called Lakeview Gull Harbour Resort. The resort also has a scenic, lake-front, world-class golf course called the Hecla Golf Course where you will likely see lots of wildlife as you golf. While driving to Gull Harbour, we saw swans, pelicans, ducks, and deer.

 

The resort has lots of amenities such as an indoor pool and waterslide as well as a nice restaurant that overlooks some man-made ponds and Gull Harbour Beach, which is the private beach connected to the resort through one of many walking paths. This beach is on a very beautiful harbour and is a nice place to relax or take pictures on the last stop of your long day trip. If you don’t feel like driving back to Gimli, have dinner and book a hotel room at Gull Harbour Resort.

 

Day trips South of Gimli:

You can stop at Winnipeg Beach on your way to Gimli, visit as a day trip, or stop on your way back to Winnipeg. Winnipeg beach is only 10 minutes South of Gimli and used to be the big party destination and beach town in Manitoba.

One hundred years ago, people used to take a train from Winnipeg to Winnipeg Beach for a day of swimming and suntanning followed by dinner and dancing at a huge dance hall. They even had arcades and midway games on the boardwalk and a massive wooden roller-coaster near the boardwalk back then.

The only things left from that era are a few small arcades and a relatively small beach area compared to Gimli Beach. The arcades are super cool because it feels like you have gone back in time and they have some really old games. 

There are some restaurants, ice cream shops and stores (check out Candies and Curiosities) close to the beach and park. There is also a bandstand where they have special events and free concerts on select dates.

Winnipeg Beach has a big Whispering Giant statue that s a tribute to the Indigenous people of Manitoba and a symbol of brotherhood. It is part of a bigger trail project of Whispering Giants, which began in 1970 and reaches throughout most of North America.

You can rent a bike to explore the town and Winnipeg Beach Provincial Park or take your kids swimming. It is definitely worth a visit if you have time.

Day trips West of Gimli:

I am just scratching the surface of what you can experience in and around Gimli.  

For example, it is just a ten-minute drive West to Fraserwood, which has events such as the Craft & Garden Sale in June, Fraserwood Family Pancake Breakfast, Parade & Picnic in June, Perogy & Kolbassa Dinner Feast in August, Western Hoe-Down in September, and Karaoke on the first Friday of each month at the Fraserwood Hotel.

Golfer’s paradise:

Gimli is within a 30 minute drive to 7 golf courses, including Links at the Lake, Northmaire Golf Course, Sandy Hook Golf Club, Netley Creek Golf & Country Club (which just added some RV spots), Winnipeg Beach Golf Course, Inwood Golf and Country Club, and Teulon Golf & Country Club.

Or, in less than 1-hour you can be golfing at the spectacular Hecla Golf Course on Hecla Island.

Fishing, boating, hiking, nature-watching, sightseeing, swimming, suntanning and playing on a beach, relaxing by the water while listening to the waves, festivals, shopping, and dining are some of the reasons that I love the Interlake and I think you will love it too.

I even wrote a poem called Lake Life about this region, which you can find using this link:  https://retirestyletravel.blogspot.com/2020/04/poem-about-relaxing-life-at-cottage.html 


I have a travel blog to showcase some great places to travel for older travellers. I have also been researching and writing a book about the best places in the world to retire and how to retire abroad. If it wasn’t for the long Winters in Manitoba, I wouldn’t have to leave to find a perfect retirement home.

Happy Travels,

Kev


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