Police Chase and Car Crash

I was awakened at 6am this morning by the sound of a big "whoosh" and then a huge bang. It nearly blew me out of bed the bang was so loud. At first I thought something blew up at NS Power. Then I heard my husband's voice out on the balcony, hollering to policemen down in the parking lot to the building next door. He was directing the police to where a male teenager was running from the parking lot to the tracks down over the hill. Two policemen went running after him and another, in a car, flipped on lights and siren and went roaring out of the parking lot (probably to the next street down to cut him off.)

Then I saw the cause of the huge bang - a green Chevy Beretta was smashed into a rock at the edge of the parking lot. The roof was crumpled and the left front wheel was pushed back almost to the driver's door. The air bag had deployed, and the windshield was smashed.

Simon said after he heard the bang, he went out to the balcony to look and see what happened. He saw the car and smoke coming out from its engine, but no driver. Then a security guard ran up to the car and turned the engine off. Si then saw the security guard talking on his cell phone, so he must have called the police. The driver was nowhere to be seen. Just before the police arrived, Si saw the teenager run from the bushes back to the smashed car to retrieve something. Then he ran off towards the tracks, and that's exactly when the police arrived and Simon yelled down to them to direct them as to which way he went.

I heard two policemen talking, and I heard one of them say "up to 104 miles per hour" so I think what happened was they were chasing this guy, and he ducked down a side street, not realizing it was a deadend, to lose the police. When he came to the dead end, either he couldn't stop in time or he just crashed the car intentionally and bailed. He probably had drugs in the car - that's what he probably went back to retrieve when he figured he successfully lost the police (for a few minutes). Below are some pics of the scene, but there were bushy trees in between so you can't see too many details.

Mountain Bike Crash

June 2003 (Shubie Park):

My ex (Si) and I decided to go night-riding our bikes in Shubie Park. We both had headlights and tail-lights on our bikes, but they are more so you can "be seen" rather than help you see in the dark. Anyway, we were having a great time tearing around the trails in the dark. I was in the lead, and was bombing down this hill when all of a sudden I hit a deep washout and did a complete endo. The front wheel slammed into the opposite side of the gully and totally chucked me over the handle bars. I slammed into the crushed gravel on the opposite side like a sack of potatoes. Then the bike landed on top of me. Hands, knees and elbows all hit the dirt, and I had nasty road rash and bruises on all but my hands - my bike gloves saved my hands. The story doesn't end here.

Si was riding only a few feet behind me. He saw my tail-light go up in the air but it was too late for him to stop...he slammed into the gully and crashed into me. The steering stem of the bike got him between the legs and he was in a lot of pain. We were both laying on the ground moaning and writhing in pain. After a few minutes I got a major attack of the giggles - I just couldn't stop laughing...then he started laughing too. After we got ourselves composed and brushed off and concluded there were no broken bones, we checked over the bikes. Mine was okay, but Si's was toast. His forks were bent, rim bent and tire flat. So we walked them out. That was a good excuse for him to upgrade the bike to beefier shocks and disk brakes. I sold my Iron Horse about four years ago, but I bought Si's bike from him in 2012.

75 Gallon Fish Tank Lets Go in the Middle of the Night

At 3am on January 16, 2003 we were awakened by someone pounding on our door. It was the superintendent and a maintenance guy. They said someone down on the first floor was having a flood coming from up above and they thought a pipe burst. They sawed open the walls in her apartment to find the pipes intact. Then they went to the 2nd floor apartment, and they could see water was still coming through the ceiling from up above. That's when they came to our place. When we went into the living room we found our 75 gallon fish tank 99% empty and the fish flipping around on the gravel. We got the fish into buckets and saved all but one of them.

We hauled out the 33 gallon aquarium from the storage room (mind you it was buried behind boxes and junk piled up to the ceiling), set it up and got the gravel from the other tank into it, got the filter up and running and put the fish in it. When we left for work this morning all were still alive and appeared to be doing well. We examined the big tank for damage and couldn't see anything obvious... it was really bizarre. I was expecting to see a big crack or something, but nothing. Everything looked perfect. We poured a little more water in so we could see where it was leaking from, and the leak was very obviously coming from the bottom right side of the tank. The only thing we can figure is that the silicone let go. You'd think a silicone fault would be a slow leak though, one that would be noticed by a falling water level and we'd be able to drain it before any major damage occurred. Not this one though... when it let go it really let go. Everything was fine when we turned off the light in the tank and went to bed at about 1am. It was 3am when Carolyn banged on the door so within 2 hours the entire 75 gallons was out of the tank. Luckily, we have tenant insurance that covers this. That fish tank is only 6 months old and was bought brand new from Pets Unlimited.

Carolyn and Jackie (the supers) came back down to our apartment around 4am and brought us a wet vac. My neighbours must have loved me - vacuuming at 4am. They were really good about it though, saying it's not our fault and not to worry. They were really shocked all that water came from a fish tank though.

The stress that I endured this morning has put another nail in my coffin I think. I've been up since 3am and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open and I just got to work.

I told one of the lawyers I work for what happened and her eyebrows were raising up as she said "hmmm.... product liability suit". Since my insurance is covering it though I'm not going through any lawsuits. Jackie is having cleaners come in today to clean the carpet and those of the other people.

I'll be having a nice nap when I get home from work this evening!

UPDATE:

After about a week went by, we got served with papers that we were being sued. Our insurance company went to court for us, and named Pets Unlimited as a third party. We had to go to court and testify. The case ended up getting dismissed as the apartment building people did not bring receipts to prove the damages they were claiming. They did however amend their tenant's policy to include a line that states "no fish tanks over 10 gallons allowed." Can't blame them really.

Pets Unlimited contacted the manufacturer of the fish tank, who asked us to look for a sticker on the tank with a number that identifies the employee who did the siliconing. After we provided the number, the company told us that that employee had been fired months before this happened to us, for poor workmanship. Pets Unlimited offered us our money back, or a really good deal if we wanted another tank or a different pet. We opted to get an Alexandrine Parakeet and cage as a replacement since we were not allowed to have fish tanks anymore, and after this incident I didn't really want one anyway.

Here is the tank after it was drained.

Here is the corner with the breached silicone.

Lost in the Woods with a Bear on our Trail

Spider Lake Trails, Waverley Game Sanctuary, September 2001:

This is a story of a mountain bike excursion gone totally wrong!

My ex (Si) and I knew how to get on the Spider Lake Trails from a dead-end street somewhere in Waverley, and that is where we left our car. After riding for about 8kms (I had a bike computer) we got lost. We didn't have a map with us (duh). I was stopped and waiting for Si to catch up, when I heard something in the bushes - something big, crunching and snapping branches as it walked. I looked but I couldn't see anything. Then I heard a grunt/growl type of sound and my friggin heart was pounding in my chest. When Si caught up I told him I thought there was a bear in the woods. He listened and heard the branches snapping. I heard the growl again and said "THAT'S A F***ING BEAR!!" and I took off like a bat out of hell, bounced off a few rocks and blew out my back tire.

So this is great. We're lost in a game sanctuary, flat tire, bear stalking us and no flat repair kit. We continued on in the same direction (away from the bear), hoping we'd come to trail that would lead to a road or something. We walked the bikes for about 5km over gnarly terrain, not realizing that we were heading deeper into the woods, not towards our car. I felt like crying (actually I probably did cry...lol) when the trail dead-ended at a lake. We turned around and headed back the way we came. We never saw or heard the bear this time. We walked and walked and walked - pushing the bikes up steep hills, over roots, rocks, brooks and puddles. I clocked the mileage on the bike computer, and walked for about 10kms before we finally came out on the 118 Hwy. Si wasn't from the area and he didn't know where we were in relation to our car, so I took his bike and rode back to get our car, which was 12kms away on Spider Lake Road. I was so exhausted, dehydrated and hot that I jumped into a lake along Portobello Rd. - helmet, sneakers, gloves and all. And it felt some good too. I was so dehydrated, I even drank the water - the drink was worth getting beaver fever for. Then I looked up and saw a bewildered fisherman standing on the shoreline looking at me. lol

So I got back on the bike and continued on to Spider Lake Road. My leg muscles were toast. I stopped again at the overpass on Rocky Lake Dr., and laid down on the concrete for a rest. When I got to Spider Lake Rd., it was all uphill. I got halfway up and couldn't go any further. I stopped and sprawled out on someone's front lawn. After that rest, I made it to the top, got the car and went back and got my ex. What an adventure that was. By the way, I never ended up getting beaver fever (thank God!).

Lessons learned:

Don't go into the unknown without a GPS.

Don't go without a cell phone.

Don't go without sufficient water/food.

Don't go without a tire repair kit and pump.

Wards Falls - One of Nova Scotia's Hidden Gems

In the spring of 2001, Simon and I went for a hike at Wards Falls, which is near the community of Diligent River (about 8km from Parrsboro).  The trail to the falls is about 6km in total (in and out), and follows along the Diligent River.  It crisscrosses the river a few times, and there are bridges.  The falls are approximately 20 feet high, and there used to be a ladder so you could climb up and into the cave.

I have not been back there since 2004, but I have heard that the ladder has been gone since 2009.  There is a rope someone placed there to facilitate climbing, but I don't know if I'd trust someone else's securing of the rope as that is a long distance to fall if it let go.  So unless a new ladder is erected I will probably never see the inside of this cave again.

You have to cross the river using stepping stones (you can see a couple of them in the lower right of the pic).  They can be slippery and you may end up with wet feet if you slip.  Once you climb the ladder, there is a rope anchored in the rocks with handhold knots to facilitate rappelling to the cave floor, and climbing back out again.  It is not a huge distance to the cave floor so if the rope broke you wouldn't have too far fall. 

The cave is actually a gorge, and is open at the top.  In the pic below I am standing in a ray of sunlight beaming in from the gap in the ceiling.

Looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

We ventured further into the cave, but it doesn't go very far.

And this is the very end of the cave.  Another little waterfall, and that is where it ends.

This view is looking back out towards the mouth of the cave.

Even though there is no longer a ladder to the cave, this is still a beautiful hike and the falls are well worth the walk.  There used to be a picnic table perched on a flat spot overlooking the falls, and there are outhouses along the trail as well.  I am just so thankful that I had the opportunity to get into the cave before the ladder was removed.

Nova Scotia to Virginia and Back Again in 5 Days

This story is about a road trip that my friend Sue and I took back in June, 1996.  We both worked at the same law firm when a unique opportunity for an all-expenses-paid road trip presented itself.

The lawyer that I worked for had a real estate agent that was looking for someone who could drive a car down to Reston, Virginia.  The real estate agent's husband was working in Reston and had flown down there, and but now he needed his car so they were looking for someone who would be willing to drive it there and she would pay all the expenses.  I was extremely excited about this, as it was an opportunity to go on a road trip for free.  I asked Sue if she would be interested in going with me, the plan being that one of us would drive my car and the other drive the real estate agent's car to Reston, then we return home in my car.  She jumped at the chance as well, and we both got approval to take two vacation days.  The plan was to leave on Friday night after work on June 7th and hit the road, and be back in time for work on Wednesday, June 12th.  It didn't quite go as planned....we got delayed at the border which put us behind schedule, we got lost too many times to count, and I lost my purse and had a meltdown which also put us behind schedule.  So we had to call and request another day off.  We got it, but they weren't too happy about it.

The first delay at the border was not having proper papers to bring the car into the United States.  We had no idea we needed this, nor did the real estate agent I guess.  Anyway, they weren't letting us go any further without the papers so we had to wait while the real estate agent and her husband took care of the documents via fax machine.  While we were waiting, I recall a couple of hunters getting stopped for having an illegal black bear in their truck.  They were Canadians hunting in the USA, and I guess they didn't have the proper permits for bring the bear back into Canada.  Anyway, after a 2-3 hour delay, we were finally on our way.

Somewhere around Pennsylvania, we got separated from each other.  Panic started to set in.  We didn't have cell phones or GPS's back then.  So I didn't know what else to do but stop and sit there, hoping she would come along.  After 15 minutes or so, there was still no sign of her.  Apparently when we got separated she decided to park too, and wait for me to come along.  So here are each of us sitting waiting for the other and no one is moving. lol  Finally she decided to drive, knowing that I was in the lead at some point and should be ahead of her.  After a short distance she saw me parked up ahead and we were reunited.  Phew!  Nerves were shot there for a bit.  So onward we go.

At some point along the way we decided to stay at a cheap hotel.  I can't remember where exactly it was, but we found this little motel and we got $20 off the price because the TV was broken.  I think the total cost was around $50.00 for the night.  Sue said I was talking in my sleep and at one point I sat straight up in bed and barked at her about the temperature in the room. lol

One memory that is burned in my brain from this trip is a song that was being played on every country station we listened to, no matter what state:  David Lee Murphy's "Dust on the Bottle."

I remember driving through Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and so wished we had time to stop there.  I would have loved to visit the Gettysburg Battlefield Museum and Amish Country.  As we were driving through here, we passed an Amish man driving a horse and cart down the road - that was pretty cool.  The Amish have a market where they sell crafts, furniture and farm goods, and there are supposed to be some interesting sights there.  Someday I would love to take this trip again and see all the sights I missed the first time.

So we finally make it Reston, and following the directions I had on a piece of paper found the man's house.  He lived in a neighbourhood where every street had a bunch of townhouses that all looked the same.  Anyway, we delivered the car, he gave us a few extra bucks for gas, and then we were on our way.  We now planned to do some sight-seeing, and one of the places I really wanted to go was Washington DC.  So we left, and after driving for about 15 minutes I realized I forgot my purse at the man's house.  Then I realized the directions back to his house were in the damn purse!!!!  Like I said, everything in this neighbourhood looked the same so we were having major difficulties finding it again.  Sue was trying to give me suggestions and help me find the place but I was having a complete meltdown and kept shouting at her and being a total asshole. lol  Finally, we did find the place and got my purse back.  Now we can start being tourists since the "job" was complete.

Monday, June 10, 1996

First stop, Capitol Hill, Washington, DC.  The U.S. Capitol Building was built in 1793.

Washington DC is a beautiful city with beautiful architecture, monuments and statues.  The one below is a memorial to President James A. Garfield, the 20th President of the United States.  He was elected in 1880 and assassinated in 1881 after serving only four months of his term, by a disgruntled office-seeker named Charles Guiteau.

The statues below are Civil War battle statues.  They have incredible detail.  The one pictured below is of an Artillery group.  The statue was completed in 1912.

Same statue, different angle.  The Reflecting Pool is in the background.

This next statue is a cavalry group depicting a colour squad consisting of seven Cavalrymen charging into battle. This statue was completed in 1916.

The next statue is of Ulysses S. Grant on his war horse Cincinnati. Grant is flanked, on either side, by Union Artillery and Cavalry groups in action (as seen in the above close-up pics).  Grant was the 18th President of the United States.  Before his presidency, he was a career soldier and fought a series of battles during the Civil War, and was promoted to Major General.  He died of throat cancer at age 63.  The memorial was begun in 1902 but not completed until 1921.

Close-up view of the statue of Ulysses S. Grant.

Below is a statue of General Robert E. Lee, an American career military officer who is best known for having commanded the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia in the American Civil War.

This isn't a very good picture but the only one I have of the Washington Monument. It was built in 1848 (completed in 1885) to commemorate the first American president, General George Washington.

The military jogging through the park.

Had to pose for a pic with some sailors in their nice uniforms! lol

One cannot go to Washington DC without paying a visit to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.  The White House was built between 1792 and 1800.  It is the oldest public building in Washington DC and has been the residence of every U.S. president since John Adams in 1800.  It was burned by the British in 1814 during The War of 1812 and rebuilt.

Some demonstrators across the street from the White House.

The north entrance of the U.S. Treasury Department.

Closer view of the Treasury Department.  The statue is of Albert Gallatin, the fourth Secretary of the Treasury.

Below is the Supreme Court building.

 U.S. Botanical Gardens.

National Gallery of Art.

Crestar Bank Building (now Suntrust).

So after "quick" tour around DC which we did on foot, our feet were full of blisters so we headed back to the car.  Next we planned to visit Arlington National Cemetery, but we were pretty concerned about our feet.  We had blisters on top of blisters.  We did hear that there were shuttles that take you around the cemetery so that sounded promising.

Below is the Memorial Amphitheater at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia.  It was dedicated on May 15, 1920.

Rows and rows of grave markers for fallen soldiers.

Below is the grave-site of President John F. Kennedy, his wife Jacqueline and two of their children.  The eternal flame was lit during his funeral on Nov. 25, 1963 and has remained lit ever since.  On May 23, 1994, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis was buried next to President Kennedy.

Even though we took the shuttle, we still did some walking around the cemetery.  Our feet were blistered beyond belief.  We had to take our shoes off to relieve the pain.  However we learned an embarrassing lesson from this.  Two cemetery workers balled Sue out severely for having bare feet at JFK's grave saying she was being disrespectful.  For some reason they didn't see me (thank God) but I got my shoes on in a hurry despite excruciating pain.  We certainly did not mean to be disrespectful, we were just trying to alleviate our blistered and swollen feet.  Below is a pic of me, just before Sue got balled out.

After sight-seeing we hit the road for home, and the plan was to drive all night.  At the Pennsylvania/New Jersey border, I think we  took an exit to get something to eat, and then couldn't find our way back to the highway.  We ended up in a little town called Bordertown.  We pulled up to a store to ask for directions, but there were a couple of seedy characters in the parking lot and neither of us wanted to get out of the car.  Then, one of them came over to the car and I put the window down just a crack so I could talk to him.  He gave us directions and we were on our way again.

We next stopped at Hampton Beach, New Hampshire.  It was about 6:30 in the morning, June 11.  We both needed coffee desperately.

Here is Sue sitting in my Dodge Stratus at the beach.

Yay, coffee!

 It was a beautiful morning so we walked down to the beach so we could sit on the sand and drink our coffees there.

A couple of police on horses were patrolling the beach.  What an awesome job they have!

We got some breakfast at McDonalds, then hit the road again.  We took the I-95 all the way to Woodstock, NB - I'm not sure why we didn't take the Airline Route (State Route 9) in Maine which is shorter.  I'm guessing I missed a turn or something because I was tired.

This was taken in Northern Maine:

Once we got to Woodstock, New Brunswick we stayed in a motel there and made it home the next day, June 12.

This was an awesome trip, with a great friend, and great memories!