Posts Tagged ‘Mount Tremblant’

Off with Your Heck! , What the Heck?, Off to Quebec!!! And the Back to Florida Again in November

October 31, 2009

After Jude Law and Shakespeare’s existential movements and after the Danes and other Scandinavians got off the stage I was left feeling ok again.  So what did I do ?  This writer ventured over to Greenwhich, Ct. (where in the library on a personal computer he sits typing this blog out faithfully now) to meet Neil at the Greenwhich Y.M.C.A where he had been watching local water polo teams compete at the olympic size swimming and spectator water polo pool.

Meanwhile, it was time to eat and we got select items as per Neil’s nutritional reccomendations at Greenwhich’s branch of the Whole Foods Supermarket chain.  So some stuff was eaten and Neil began working on me to drive him to Montreal.   You know there is no way I can do that this blogger indicated though when it came time the next day to leave he said his bags were heavy and to take him to Penn Station.  Then having driven him to Montreal before I knew I had go the Palisades mall in West Nyack, New York to send out my rent from the post office and other bills so why not keep going.  Only problem my slight cold started to get worse and thought this writer thought he had it beat after a stop at the whale whopper super strong man qigong practicioner at the aging Nanuet Mall dinosaur… but in the end it was really getting worse.
Meanwhile, our duo had to drive much of the night and in looking for a hotel (there was no way I was going through passport control in the middle of the night) at one point there was a stop in an Adirondackian town at an over priced honeymoon bed and breakfest which was passed up for the laquinta inn  in Plattsburgh (where I really began to suffer.
So after a long delay in checking out and going through French Canadian Passport control (no problem) it was time to pull over and eat at a roadside restaurant.  We had escargot, onion soup and some silly meal then made our way to Montreal though the jardin de Papillions which I had wanted to see along the roadway was now fermez .
Then after having stopped earlier at the tourist info center this dummy said lets keep going lets go to Mount Tremblant (trembling mountain in French) which I knew of from the horrible Nastasha Richardson  mishap .
So this erstwhile traveler still thought that he could make it back to where needed to be on Sunday but this was Saturday already and having made it past Montreal on rte 15 we went past space camp Laval and a strange flying saucer type of theater complex where having to  use the toilette this bathroom goer saw that the hottest ticket inside for the Quebec culturati was to see the Metropolitan Opera perform live on the big screen via a  remote satellite link.
So it turned out from the rest stop that we had stopped at at the beginning of the Laurentian mountains (the chain of which Mt. Tremblant is a part which similar in geological ancestry to their southern neighbor the Adirondacks in New York State, U.S.A) we were only forty five minutes away…. And then after many magestic turns and blazes of fall color we were on a straightaway into Mt . Tremblant centre-ville.
Once in town Neil found an Esso/Exxon station with gourmet food and this was all very exciting though I was in a rush to get to the ski area to take the tramway up the mountain if it was ouvert.
When we got there it was still light out found the tram with the car but had to go back to park it and by the time we returned it had closed for the evening.  So after just walking around especially enjoying the Helly Hansen Danish Skiwear store and a trip over to a very expensive lakeside faux chateaux hotel it was time to make it out of town which was the next adventure.
Though Neil was supposed to be  going to go back to his father’s place in Montreal that night  I could not possibly make it all the way home now at this late hour and having given up on the possibility of making it to work I held out hope that at least I would make it to the book launch at the Queens museum for Salma Arastu’s The Lyrical Line for which I wrote an essay ( but all things considered we again decided to get a hotel.
Most of the hotels including the one where we ate dinner were completely booked for the evening as it was Canadian thanksgiving or the eve of therein.  Finally we found a comfort inn on a bluff off the highway in the foothills of the Laurentians on the way back to Montreal .  The room was a confrence room during the day and a hotel room at night (this suited us fine).
The next day I suggested going back to Mt. Tremblant to go up the damn tram and Neil said that I had had that planned all along.  So with plenty of time we parked saw a small church by the parking lot  and went back into the  simulated European alpine village.  Neil sat the rides out and I took first a short tram where you stand while going over among other things  a hotel, its’ empty swimming pool,  and a miniature golf course to the large enclosed cable car where I joined a Russian family for the trip up to the summit.
So when I had enough wandering around at the top of the mountain and as it were tempting fate this blooger came down he’ll being coming down the mountian when he comes… repeat….. we returned to Montreal and had dinner with Neil’s father (soup and tea for me thats all and then headed around past a million traffic pylons on the way to t he border where my filled to the max car caused me to get searched while almost out of breath from my asthma also seemingly becasue it was a quiet night becuase everybody had already come in for the Night of Canadian thanksgiving this was sunday.  So I settled in and listned while asked a million questions and then after about an hour drove into the US got gas and a sandwhich and made the ride home  while listening to the Yankees on the radio and then got home slept a bit and went to work the next day.
The next trip was back to Florida for a little more foraging.  This time I had the timing down ; finished work, parked the car, took the A train all the way from Inwood to Howard Beach for the train  to the plane, and got to the JetBlue terminal with more than enough time to savor a dining choice.

I was drawn right into Deep-Blue the Japanese eatery and had salmon salad and Crab fried rice with lots of Green tea (greatly reduces the occurence of prostate cancer studies suggest five cups or more of it therein a day that is)

I was in deep heaven and discussed deep heaven with my fellow diners. Jay-Z  says that New York “will slip you an ambien” well hey this was ambient.  On the plane it was the Yankees in the playoffs and JetBlue to Florida is so good seems that it almost makes you want to love those ladies from Long Island worried about the power in Syosset with the painted enamel fingernails.

Meanwhile everybody on the way to the Avis car rental seemed to be a college or high school jock in the company of their father down to fish or play athletics.  The rental shuttle driver was really annoying and would not shut up like he was hosting a tour of the parking lots. Finally I got my compact car and was pleasantly surprised to find it had maximum choices with a third band of xm radio onboard.

So I drove right to the Marriott Courtyard Inn on South Congress avenue in Boynton beach which used to be the Catalina Holiday Inn.  Soon after getting right on the net there in their California contemporary style lobby with the alligator skull (which turns out not to be calcified at all but a complete well done forgery- anyone come to mind perhaps?) this traveler found out that the true life television legend Soupy Sales had passed (wrote a couple of bad soup nazi one liners in honor of him to be used later like leftovers on the bus remembered his role in the opening pages of my initial shopping mall poem and his sons Hunt and Tony who played in David Bowie’s Tin Machine band).

This was a quick trip and mostly I read of on the the Maktums the ruling family of Dubai. surprisingly my mind was at ease and  this reader made great inroads into both  “Dubai: The Vulnerability of success by Christopher M. Davidson ‘ and “The Great Bridge” by David McCullough.

I ate once in Bonefish the seafood house which s part of a chain owned by the people who own outback the steak house and remember ”

Out in the Outback
The Outbacks’ the Outback
But out of the Outback the Outback’s a steakhouse
And down under they build Westfield Shoppingtowns
from which you may need to backdown

Back out to back down to be out of the Outback
I might as well be back out or back out form the Outback
Well at least I am out -out of the Outback’

it was quite pleasant and nice to observe the Boynton Beach haute bourgeois social scene which I may or may not be applying to join depending upon my future literary , social, and or financial success.  I had the
Spinach Bacon Gorgonzola Norwegian Salmon and some chowder and was quite happy. I keep meaning to look up a location for this seafood house near me and forgetting.

My other side trip was to the Boca Raton museum of art and there this time I focused in on a mural once done for Olivetti.

One morning resplendent with bright sunshine there was a very large gathering in the Marriot Courtyard lobby made up of a Puerto Rican baseball squad readying for battle in what seemed to be a reunion gathering which was in turn a subtext for sports.  To no avail they would not quiet down.

on the way back this blogger got going early and made that aforementioned stop at the  Boca Raton museum of art and then tried to find the Palm Beach Zoo.  Also interested in another in endless series of back massages he ran into a overpriced shiatsu joint but not before accidently going into a youth theater which he thought was the place and asking the wrong question and being directed tot he therapeutic ripoff.

Then at the airport I had a few hours and bargain shopped for a meal between the Irish pub where I had had their onion soup in bowl before with fish and chips and the Sam Snead golf restaurant sports bar with its own on-site putting green where I went a nd heard a gambling and love loss tale of woe.  Though these were not only woes the whole airport seemed to be bemoaning the loss of tourist payola and in general looking for something to do.

Through to the gate then the flight was delayed and it was that upon this day this traveler would make it to the chillis nearby before final call.  he had lemonade and coca cola with tortilla chips and salsa and saw one customer return her meal and her money was soon refunded by the affable staff.

Though in Florida it was not in Nyc it was raining so the playoff clincher had been called and so it whatever was on on the personal entertainment system aboard JetBlue.  The weather had hit parts of  the Nyc metro area hard and ladies from places like Hewlett and Syosset returning to them were going on and on about it but some were i even dare say it charming.