Friday, October 11, 2019

O Christmas Ski!

Well my golly gosh, if Christmas isn't here already. And I haven't even started collecting pictures of weird Halloween displays.
 Yesterday I was in Ellicottville, aka the Aspen of the East, home of our local ski resort, Holiday Valley.
 And standing proudly outside the Post Office was this..


Yep, a tree made of skis.


And the top part, if you look closely, of ski sticks. Well that's what I always say, though, being in America, I now have to call them poles.
Something tells me that this phenomenon might not be all that uncommon in the ski-ing world but it's the first Christmas Ski Tree I've seen.
 It got me ruminating that if the global warning doom-mongers are right, there will be a lot more things made out of redundant skis in the future.Perhaps they can grind them down to make artificial snow.
Still, I wish Holiday Valley a successful season along with my friends in the gallant Wednesday Ski Group.  I had many happy times there, though, sadly, I now spend the winter in Flat Florida and I will miss them.

Friday, October 4, 2019

Lookback: Glen Iris

Did you know that western New York has its own version of the Grand Canyon? It's called Letchworth State Park and you could say it gives Niagara Falls a run for its money too. Especially when it's rained a lot.


1,000 acres of what's now the Park were bequeathed to the state in 1906 by an industrialist called William Pryor Letchworth. Whether he had anything to do with the Hertfordshire version I don't know.  His hunting lodge looks very American. Now it's the Glen Iris inn and a picturesque spot to have a bite.
  I read that Letchworth Park also contains the grave of  Mary Jemison, who was captured by Indians in 1755. Apparently she liked the life and decided to stay with them, had two Indian husbands and seven children.




 Glen Iris Inn dates from later than that - early 20th century. There's some natty woodwork inside.


And interesting glass in the doors.


This summer the flowers looked a lot better than mine. There must be plenty of deer in the Park. I'd like to know their secret for keeping them away. Fences don't work. Neither does cayenne pepper, Irish Spring soap or anything else my neighbours have suggested.


But the best part of Glen Iris is that they do a nice line in local New York wine, from a village nearby called Naples. Letchworth and Naples in the same state,  that's America.