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| Wed 18 Aug 2010 in 45,-73: 45.2993652, -73.6767274 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
In a field (of fava beans?) very near the school in Saint-Isidore, Québec.
Participants
Sara, her husband, and her son and daughter.
Planning
This was the first full day of our family vacation. We had left home the previous evening, and with kids sleeping in the back seat we had driven to Plattsburgh, NY, about an hour south of Montreal. In the morning, our ipad found a signal just south of the US/Canada border, and we were pleased to discover a conveniently-located hashpoint that appeared from Google satellite view to be accessible by children.
Expedition
I didn't mention anything about geohashing to the border agent. I just said we were headed to Montreal to start our vacation.
We parked at the school in Saint-Isidore. I have never before seen a school with a corn field extending right up to the building.
This was a fun way to begin our vacation, and it turned out that our next convenient geohashing opportunity was on the way home from our vacation.
Photos
We always try to visit the playground closest to the hashpoint. In this case, the playground was only a few hundred meters from the hashpoint, so the rest of the family played there while I scouted out the point.
It seems as if every village in the area has a church with a metal steeple, like this church behind my daughter.
My husband likes playgrounds too.
The hashpoint is in that field. There's a drainage ditch between me and the field, as indicated by the taller plants. I didn't bother to cross the ditch or to go around from the other side, since I wouldn't have wanted to trample the crops anyway.
This is as close as I got, because I was hungry and therefore eager to get to Montreal and eat.
Sara, pointing in the general direction of the hashpoint, or maybe in the direction of lunch.
