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The road just took us that way!

Listen to the hum of the tires, the tunes

keeping time with your thoughts. Feel the vibration of the engine, that special smell of warm fresh air, gas fumes, and the musty odor of a car/truck interior. Add the adventure of going down some

unknown dirt road and the magic of meeting people and places for the first time. And y’know it’s where y’belong… back

on tour of the back roads. Today we wandered south from the Tim’s

in Stittsville to Dwyer Hill Road, down to Burritt’s Rapids, then along the river to Merrickville, over to Smiths Falls, and into Perth. We traveled through Glen Tay on County Road 6 to Bolingbroke, and down route 36 to Westport. There was no real reason for heading this

way. Our only plan was to celebrate yard sale season, and the road just took us that way. Westport was to me a weird mix of Duck’s

Roadhouse, a rocking hillbilly purveyor of beer that I love (especially during hunting season) and a vast array of women’s shopping establishments. Westport is the type of place where you


park the truck, car, boat or bike and wander around on foot. So I parked in what appeared to me to be a likely spot, across from the hardware store and before the liquor store. This turned out to be a perfect location because, as I staggered out of the truck, I was advised from some guy looking for a couple of newspapers to devour with his breakfast, that “the restaurant” was open. He looked like a local, so in we went − and what a great surprise we got. The Tangled Garden Restaurant was


filled with friendly locals and a welcoming waitress who actually liked being there and even seemed happy to see us. The breakfast was exceptional. I don’t remember much

more about the comfortable venue itself, but I do remember Peter. Peter was that guy I had met outside, in

search of a quiet solitary breakfast with a couple of newspapers for company, but who made the fatal mistake of sitting next to us. Peter spends the summer in Westport and

builds dry stone walls (i.e. no mortar) for a hobby. He is a purist when it comes to stone wall construction, but a bit of a curmudgeon when it comes to religion and politics. He is a genuine character. After breakfast, we went for a meander.

First we discovered that not only has The Cove Pub got a jazz night, but every Thursday they also have Blues Night. I mean, how great is that? The Westport Bakery is my favorite

European-styled bakery because, yes, Anna has a wonderful smile that could launch a thousand ships; but if you are a bakery fanatic, this place is heaven. It should not be visited after a meal. I took away various custard tarts, butter tarts, cakes and bread in the full realization that I should have taken more. We shuffled down Church Street and

found yet another bakery (bonus!) and a great cooking-implement shop called Rosie Yumski’s Fine Foods. We heard about the great summer music festivals from the operator of the Victorian Reflections B&B while poking around in his barn/antique shop. It was about this time when we noticed

that our promenade was constantly being interrupted not only by finding hidden surprises like the freshly-made waffle cones at the Cottage Country Coffee Shop, but by the parade of great vintage cars and bikes.

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