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Monday, February 9, 2026

SIX MILE LAKE PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO: CAMPING IN 2024 AND 2025


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Six Mile Lake Provincial Park may not rank among Ontario’s top destinations, and it does have its drawbacks—many visitors complain about traffic noise from Highway 400. Yet its proximity to Toronto (169 km), along with its lakes, forests, beaver ponds, beaches, and scenic trails, makes it a wonderful place to visit.

Park Road
My first visit to this park took place in July 1993, just a month after I had purchased a brand-new Toyota Corolla, with Tadeusz Pasek, a well-known Polish yoga instructor, and his son Chris. The next day, we rented a motorboat and spent the entire day—from sunrise to sunset—on Georgian Bay, fishing. I remember that we caught plenty of fish. On the adjacent campsite a gentleman of Japanese origin and his family was camping. It turned out that his name was Fujimoto and he was professor of physics. Not only that—he knew quite well Chris’ university friend as well! Isn't the world a small place? Since then I have visited the park over 20 times.

For the Canada Day long weekend in June/July 2024, I managed to reserve a beautiful, private, spacious, and picturesque campsite (44°53'53.7"N 79°45'22.7"W / 44.898250, -79.756300) for a week.

I set up my tent here
After a few days of solo camping in 2024, my friend Guy joined me. Although the park was packed over that popular weekend, we only saw a handful of occupied sites around the beaver pond. Otherwise, we barely noticed the crowds, as we spent our time in long, engaging conversations, sharing stories from our lives and camping adventures.

Back in 2009, Guy had founded and led a www.meetup.com group called “Toronto Weekend Adventurers”, which quickly grew to thousands of members and organized countless events. Although he had not been active in the group for years, he still had a wealth of fascinating stories to tell!

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If you’ve read my other blogs, you’ve probably come across more than one instance of my favorite theme: the world is a small place. These moments usually come with a story attached—and, as I mentioned Guy earlier, this seems like the perfect opportunity to share yet another one.

Guy brought a huge Bluetti Power Station as well as 400 W Solar Panels, which very quickly recharged the power station. In addition, he brought a plug-in 12 V fridge. The fridge, of course made in China, had the following label attached:

Guy’s father was a Belgian official who served in the Belgian Congo during the 1950s and 1960s. Although Guy himself was born in Belgium, he spent several formative years living in the Congo. The country became independent on June 30, 1960, with Patrice Lumumba assuming office as its first head of government.

The apartment building on the left--44 Syreny Street--even my balcony on the 6th floor is visible! The other similar buildings behind it were located on Lumumby Street (now Płocka Street). This photo was part of a documentary, made in 1969
Before continuing, allow me a short personal detour—because this is, after all, a story within a story within yet another story. As a child, from 1963 to 1969, I lived on Syreny Street in Warsaw, Poland. Not far from our home was a street named after Patrice Lumumba. As a result, I became familiar with that name at a very young age, long before I had any real understanding of who he was. Later, driven by curiosity, I looked him up and learned more about him. On more than one occasion in adult life, I managed to impress my conversation partners by correctly pronouncing his name and casually explaining who he was and why he mattered. As for Lumumba Street itself, it existed under that name from 1961 until 1993, when—following the fall of communism—it reverted to its original historical name, Płocka Street.

But back to the Congo. Only a week after independence, a violent rebellion broke out, and in many regions Europeans became direct targets. Within weeks, the Belgian military—followed by a United Nations intervention force—began evacuating the vast majority of the more than 80,000 Belgians who were still living and working in the country. Among those evacuated were Guy and his family, who eventually returned safely to Belgium, where they were welcomed by Queen Elisabeth of Bavaria (Elisabeth Gabriele Valérie Marie), the Queen Dowager.

After his Congo assignment, Guy’s father continued his diplomatic career, becoming a Belgian consular official (and for a time a consul) first in New York City and later in Toronto—where he lived along with his family, of course. Although I met both Guy and his father only in 2007, it’s quite possible that our paths had crossed many times long before that. The Belgian Consulate in Toronto was located on the 19th floor of the Royal Bank Building at 8 King Street East—a building that, when completed in 1915, was the tallest in the British Empire.

In front of 8 King Street East in Toronto, with my friend and co-worker. This photo was taken on August 03, 1985-over 40 years ago!
Nota bene, almost directly vis-à-vis that office building stood the famous King Edward Hotel, where in May 1969 John Lennon and Yoko Ono stayed in the same Royal Suite in which the Beatles had lived in 1964. During that visit, they held press conferences promoting their “bed-in for peace” campaign and met with fans and the media just a few days before their famous Montreal bed-in.

King Edward Hotel in Toronto. Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:King_Edward_Hotel_2025.jpg 
Also, during her stay in Toronto in 1988 for the G7 Summit, British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher stayed at the King Edward Hotel. That day I was, for the first time, late for work, having waited in front of it for half an hour before she finally appeared and waved in our direction.

8 King Street East, Toronto-The Royal Bank Building. Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Royal_Bank_Building_Toronto_1.jpg
As it happens, at the end of 1982 I landed my very first job in Canada in that same building, 8 King Street East, also on the 19th floor, in a small investment brokerage firm. From time to time, I would run into employees of the Belgian Consulate—quite possibly including Guy’s father—without having the slightest idea of how our lives would later intersect.

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In September, 2025, I invited Guy again along with two other friends, but the forecast called for days of rain, so no one came. I decided to go anyway and left home early morning. I stopped at Tim Hortons jus off Highways 400 in King City, my de rigueur stop for decades (43°53'42.1"N 79°33'28.6"W / 43.895030, -79.557930). 

I noticed a big sign: "Pumpkin is Here" (Starbucks advertising Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew and Pumpkin Spice Latter). I immediately took a photo and sent it to Catherine with the following message: "It says that you are here, but I can't find you!" Just to clarify: I often call Catherine "Pumpkin"! 

Later I stopped in another Tim Hortons in Port Severn, arriving on Tuesday, September 23, 2025.  It was cloudy, hot, and humid; the rain held off until late evening. I camped on the same campsite Guy and I had camped in 2024. Thanks to my tarp, I was able to sit outside comfortably while it poured through the night and early morning.

In September, 2025, I pitched the tent on the same spot
The gentle sound of rain on the tent was so soothing that, after waking around 8 a.m., I drifted back to sleep and finally got up at 11 a.m., just as the rain stopped. From Friday through Monday the weather turned sunny and dry, and I was very glad I hadn’t canceled the trip.
The view from my campsite was just awesome!
For the first four nights, I seemed to be the only camper in my area—pure serenity! The park filled up for the weekend, but by Sunday evening it was quiet again, most sites already vacant.
Beavers were my constant companion!
During both trips, I pitched my tent in the same spot—about 2 meters from the beaver pond and 7 meters from the beaver lodge. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the park, in my opinion. I spent hours watching the beavers, who were especially active in September 2025. At almost any time, one or more could be seen swimming, dragging branches, eating, grooming, or waddling awkwardly on land near my site. Sometimes I saw as many as four at once!
Even very hardworking beavers sometimes decide to give up their "project"!
They weren’t exactly tame, but as long as I simply observed or took photos, they ignored my presence. Watching them was endlessly entertaining. At night, as I drifted off to sleep, I’d hear their loud tail slaps echoing across the pond.
The beaver pond and (on the right) the beaver dam, without which it would become a muddy, shallow swamp
In previous years, I’d often seen a great blue heron at the beaver pond, but none appeared during these trips. A warden later told me that herons had still been sighted recently, so perhaps it was just temporary. Most migrate south by mid-September, so I probably missed them.
Chipmunks were always chasing one another and collected acorns
The only other animals I saw regularly were chipmunks, scurrying back and forth collecting acorns. Being territorial, they frequently chased one another away. Surprisingly, they were not very friendly and never approached me—unlike in many parks, where chipmunks quickly associate people with food.
View from my campsite
Black bears are rare here, and staff confirmed there had been no sightings for months. Raccoons, though often active at night, didn’t appear during either of my visits. Although rattlesnakes were in the area (I encountered one in 2022), there were none in the park due to the tens of thousands of tourists visiting the park every year.
View of my tent from a campsite on the opposite end of the beaver pond
When camping with Guy, we had a campfire each night and stayed up past midnight talking. He brought along a new Bluetti Power Station and four solar panels, which he charged under the sunny skies. In 2025, I brought a smaller Bluetti Power Station of my own—enough for my modest needs. Since the weather was cloudy, I skipped the solar panel and instead charged it at the park’s comfort station. Using the “turbo charge” mode, it reached almost full power in under an hour, while I relaxed in the car with a book or took a refreshing shower in the new facilities. I didn’t bother with campfires in 2025—I don’t particularly enjoy sitting by one alone. For breakfast I had fiber cereal along with six lemons and two oranges, which I squeezed into a large glass of fresh juice each morning. One day I drove to Port Severn’s Tim Hortons (44°53'53.7"N 79°45'22.7"W / 44.898250, -79.756306) for coffee and a muffin.
Do not laugh, but this was my daily breakfast!
On Saturday, September 27, 2025, I drove to the Canadian Martyrs’ Shrine in Midland (44°44'11.8"N 79°50'32.2"W / 44.736611, -79.842278) to attend an evening healing Mass celebrated by Fr. John O’Brien, S.J., whom I had first met in Midland on August 7, 2022 and who also directed retreats at the Manresa Jesuit Retreat Center in Pickering, Ontario, which I had attended annually since 1994. After the Mass, I stopped by Walmart to buy a fresh salad—after several days without greens, my body was craving them!
The Martyrs' Shrine in Midland, Ontario
Just a few meters from the beaver pond, beside my tent, I found a rock formation shaped like a “chair,” where I could sit fairly comfortably. I set up my phone on a tripod and used it to talk with people worldwide through an English-practice app. Because the background included the pond, trees, and beaver lodge, some of my conversation partners thought I was using a virtual background—until they saw a real beaver swim by, at which point they were in awe of Canadian nature!
My favourite spot next to my tent, where I read books, watched the beavers or chatted on cam
Along with my Chromebook, I brought several books, though I spent little time reading—I much preferred soaking in the natural surroundings. I did, however, finish Life on the Color Line: The True Story of a White Boy Who Discovered He Was Black by Gregory Howard Williams, a fascinating memoir. Williams grew up in 1950s Virginia believing he was White—his dark-skinned father passed as Italian-American—but after moving to Muncie, Indiana, he learned the truth about his heritage and began living, along with his brother, as Black. Despite poverty and hardship, he earned multiple degrees and eventually became president of the University of Cincinnati and later of the City College of New York.
The author was brutally honest, describing his life. When he moved with his father to Indiana and started living as Black, his mother left him, his brother and his father and lived far from them. One day his father said to him that he saw his mother, who lived in Washington “with that black bastard she ran off with” and “asked how you boys were doing”. When the author’s brother asked his father what he told her, his father said, “I told her you were in Muncie, learning how to be niggers!”
Gregory Howard Williams
After finishing the book, I wanted to write him a note of appreciation, only to learn that he had passed away just a month earlier, on August 12, 2025, at age 81.
Morning exercises as well as listening to an audiobook
Several times I stopped by the park store for coffee ($2.15 per cup) and enjoyed chatting with a friendly warden who shared a few stories about the park and his work.
One of the better campsites in the park, on which I used to camp numerous times with Catherine, Chris, Patrizia, Guy and Zoran
I left the park on September 29, 2025, fairly early. Traffic was light, but approaching Toronto, I decided to make life easier by taking the toll highway 407 and avoiding possible congestion on Highway 401.
One more photograph showing the view from my campsite!
Both outings were easy, peaceful, and thoroughly enjoyable. And while I love camping in more remote locations, I’d gladly return to Six Mile Lake Provincial Park anytime—even for just a few days!




Monday, October 6, 2025

LONG POINT PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO, MAY 22-26, 2023

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Discovering Long Point Again

Catherine and I “discovered” Long Point Provincial Park in 2014, and we camped there in 2015 and 2016. I also camped in this park a year or two later with Chris, also in May and on the same cozy campsite. The main reason we returned repeatedly was the lack of black flies in May. After our disastrous trip to Algonquin Park in May/June 2013—described in my blog with the self-explanatory title, “Defeated by Black Flies”—we decided never to camp up North during black fly season.

My campsite in 2015 and 2023. Still beautiful!

Located on the shore of Lake Erie, with campsites nestled in sandy dunes, Long Point offered a virtually bug-free camping experience. The windy conditions in May helped keep most flying insects away. However, ticks were abundant—as Catherine realized after lying on the sand for about 20 minutes—and poison ivy was ubiquitous, so I avoided taking shortcuts across the park. Despite these minor inconveniences, Long Point remained a reliable early-season retreat.

A photo of Catherine and me in 2015, interposed on our campsite in 2023

Long Point Provincial Park

This time, I decided to spend five days (May 22–26, 2023) at the park by myself, just after the Victoria Day long weekend, during which the park had been 100% full. The weather was perfect, although on the cool side—which was expected. After all, when camping with Catherine in 2016, it had been freezing, and we could swear we saw falling snowflakes! As long as there was no rain, I was not going to complain. My last attempt to reserve a campsite in 2019 had been canceled due to heavy rainfall flooding many campgrounds.

I took a rather circuitous route through Port Dover, which turned out to be fortunate. I realized I had forgotten to bring my citrus hand juicer—and I had plenty of lemons and oranges with me! Thankfully, the hardware store was open and carried a sturdy juicer.

My very familiar campsite (42°34'40.5"N 80°22'46.9"W / 42.577917, -80.379694) was cozy, in a sandy hollow/dune, very close to Lake Erie, and relatively sheltered from the wind. However, during my stay, for the first time, there was no wind—and because of that, I got acquainted with certain insects I had heard about but never seen before.

My car and tent were plastered with midges

At first, I thought they were mosquitoes, yet they did not bite, nor did they produce a buzzing sound while hovering around my ears. Then I was shocked when I saw my car and tent plastered with them!

Midges: annoying, but harmless

They are called “midges” and begin to appear when the Lake Erie water temperature warms. They live from a few days to a few weeks. They do not bite but can be quite annoying, emerging from the lake in large swarms; they even appear on radars! Their huge numbers create mounds of dead bugs and can be a nuisance. Yet they are vital to the Lake Erie ecosystem, serving as a major food source for fish, migratory birds, and other wildlife. Their presence is a positive sign of a healthy lake, as they require clean, well-oxygenated water to survive.

In any case, I much preferred midges to mosquitoes—or black flies—and managed to coexist with them. I could, however, understand why some campers were annoyed and reluctant to visit the park during this period in the future.

Meeting Fellow Campers and Wildlife Encounters

I brought my mountain bike and rode along the park roads, including the main road and the residential streets in Long Point. Incidentally, I had purchased the bike in May 2015, just a few days before camping with Catherine in Long Point for the first time!

Canadian Goose were quite common in the park

While riding, I noticed a car towing a small camper trailer arriving at one of the campsites. I had never seen such an original design, so I approached the young driver, and we ended up talking for a while. He had purchased it a month or so earlier in Florida. Since it was made in the United States, he did not have to pay any duties in Canada, only the HST (Harmonized Sales Tax) of 13%. The trailer was small, yet surprisingly spacious. At the time, I had just begun thinking about buying a small camper trailer myself, so I asked him plenty of questions.

The beach, as seen from my campsite. It was patrolled by park wardens, yet there were very few people

Later, a couple with a pop-up tent trailer arrived and camped not far from me. I spoke to them, and although they liked their trailer, they honestly said they wished they had bought a “regular” hard-shelled camper, which did not require any setup, was more secure and water-resistant, offered more storage space, and held its value much better. I had heard similar opinions before, and this was one reason I preferred a smaller hard-shelled camper. Besides, when traveling and camping in the Rocky Mountains, hard-shelled campers were often the only type allowed on campgrounds due to active Grizzly Bears.

During my rides, I also spotted a very small turtle, which I carefully removed from the road. I saw a snake as well, but it quickly vanished into the bushes. Once or twice, I walked along the sandy beach adjacent to my campsite, although it was too cold to swim in the lake. I also enjoyed a couple of campfires, which were particularly relaxing and peaceful.

Port Rowan and the Gallery Art Bistro

Of course, I went to Port Rowan, a town Catherine and I had visited many times in the past. First, I parked close to the Boat House Restaurant, where Catherine and I had dinner in May 2016 when it was so cold we skipped cooking at the campsite, and I took photographs of the iconic boat houses—a prominent landmark of Port Rowan.

Iconic boat houses in Port Rowan

The town had not changed much, although some stores were gone. I explored Franni's Attic Antiques, Uniques and Collectibles, a fascinating antique shop located in an old hardware store. Then I spent at least 30 minutes at the Port Rowan Thrift Shoppe. Once inside, I immediately remembered my previous visit and enjoyed a very intriguing conversation with the ladies working there. I even managed to resist my temptation to make a purchase at Twins Ice Cream Parlour, Catherine’s favorite, where she always bought a couple of scoops of excellent ice cream.

The hardly readable sign of The Gallery Art Bistro...

Whenever we had visited Port Rowan, we always went to the Port of Dollars Discount Store, where in addition to buying something, we chatted with the owner. She once told us about her young son, who was struggling with cancer and receiving treatment at the Hospital for Sick Children, where he unfortunately passed away. The store’s building had formerly been a bank, and she even showed us the remnants of the old safe.

By 2023, the discount store was gone, and another business had apparently opened and closed, leaving the building empty with renovations underway. A little online research revealed the bittersweet story behind it.

If the park thinks that people are going to litter with $1,000 bills, it's very wrong! Besides, it's almost impossible to find a $1,000 bill in Canada!

An article in Simcoe Reformer, titled “Long Road to Owning Business” by Ashley Taylor (September 04, 2019), provided many interesting details. Shauna Proctor had worked as a paramedic in Mississauga for 10 years. After a workplace injury, she returned to school, earning a Bachelor of Business Administration from Laurier University and then studying marketing for another three years at Conestoga College. In addition, she was an artist and eventually left the corporate world to focus on painting full-time.

In 2016, she purchased the property in Port Rowan to open “The Gallery Art Bistro”, and after over a year of renovations, the grand opening took place on January 25, 2019. The bistro was both an art gallery and an entertainment venue, supporting the arts and local artists. Shauna said, “We have open mic night, karaoke nights, and live entertainment. People say that they really enjoy the atmosphere.” Indeed, 17 Google reviews of the business gave it 4.9 stars out of 5, confirming its positive reception.

Catherine in 2016 and the same place in 2023. Only the colour of the bench is different now!

I had hoped to visit her bistro and gallery, but unfortunately, it was not possible. Fast forward to 2020: COVID-19, closed restaurants, and government restrictions made it impossible to continue operating (https://www.shaunap.net/). As a business owner, I can imagine the heartbreak of seeing years of planning, hard work, and financial investment vanish.

Shauna later summarized the reason behind the closure in a single sentence on Facebook: “The Gallery Art Bistro was killed by communism.” She now creates and sells her art and has permanently relocated to Mexico, citing overwhelming government overreach and violations of basic human rights in Canada. Stories like hers are a sobering reminder of how external circumstances can derail even the most carefully planned endeavors. I can only wish her luck.

The boat houses in Port Rowan

Courtland, Ontario

On my way back home, I took a number of side roads, as I always enjoy exploring small communities and stopping at various attractions. This time, I took Road 59 north, then turned right onto Road 38 (Talbot Street). After crossing the railway tracks, I parked just meters from the tracks at Courtland Collectables Antique Market, located at 1 North Street, Courtland (42°50'25.2"N 80°37'59.5"W / 42.840333, -80.633194).

Courtland Collectables Antique Market

Having always been interested in railroads, I quickly walked to the crossing and realized the tracks must have been recently abandoned, as no trains were using the line. While exploring, I ran into a gentleman with a dog and struck up a conversation. He turned out to be the owner of the Antique Market, which was for sale, and we spent almost an hour chatting about many things. He confirmed the rail line was no longer active and would soon be lifted. He also pointed to an empty piece of land across the tracks, explaining that buildings there had been demolished years ago. Google Street View photos from 2012 and 2013 even show the old buildings with silos.

We also shared stories about Cuba, a country we had both visited for vacation. It was fascinating to compare experiences of this unique destination.

Recently abandoned tracks and the Courtland Collectables Antique Market

Later, I examined a map and realized that I was quite familiar with the CNR Cayuga Spur. In 2016, Catherine and I had biked the Delhi Rail Trail, parking near Fertilizer Road where the trail commenced and riding east. Across Fertilizer Road, a Co-op Fertilizer Plant and the westbound train line from Delhi to Tillsonburg appeared to still be operating at the time, and those tracks were part of the Cayuga Spur, passing through Courtland. Perhaps once the remaining tracks are lifted, the right-of-way could become an extension of the Delhi Rail Trail, providing a new trail for walking, cycling, and other recreational activities. Such trails are excellent for outdoor enthusiasts and communities alike.

Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books

While driving along Highway 3 between Courtland and Delhi, I spotted a big sign: “Recent Used Books.” Like a magnet for book lovers, I couldn’t resist stopping.

Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books, located in an old motel

The full name of the store was Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books, located at 1269-1271 Highway 3, Norfolk (42°50'52.3"N 80°35'19.4"W / 42.847861, -80.588722), in a building that used to be a motel. I was absolutely impressed with this bookstore! Not only was the selection eclectic, but many books were rare gems, well organized, and easy to find. The entire establishment was exceptionally well-kept and uncluttered, and the personnel were pleasant and helpful.

Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books

The bookstore did not accept Readers Digest Condensed Books, textbooks, or encyclopedias, thus avoiding the accumulation of items often impossible to give away. I could have spent many hours browsing, but I deliberately limited my visit. I did, however, purchase one engrossing book: Lodz Ghetto: A Community History Told in Diaries, Journals, and Documents, edited by Alan Adelson and Robert Lapides.


It was an excellent book. While I had read extensively about the Warsaw Ghetto, this was the first time I encountered a comprehensive history of the Lodz Ghetto and its extremely controversial Jewish Council leader, Chaim Mordechaj Rumkowski. He is particularly remembered for his speech “Give Me Your Children,” delivered when the Germans demanded the deportation of 20,000 children to Chełmno extermination camp. In his September 4, 1942 speech, Rumkowski pleaded with the ghetto residents:

“A grievous blow has struck the ghetto. They [the Germans] are asking us to give up the best we possess – the children and the elderly. I was unworthy of having a child of my own, so I gave the best years of my life to children. I've lived and breathed with children. I never imagined I would be forced to deliver this sacrifice to the altar with my own hands. In my old age, I must stretch out my hands and beg: Brothers and sisters! Hand them over to me! Fathers and mothers: Give me your children!”

Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books. The bookstore is extremely well organized and it's very easy to find whatever you're looking for

I must also add that the bookstore was staffed by a team of volunteers, and its profits were used to assist schools in Haiti, particularly College Pratique and College Normalien in Fort Liberte. I greatly admire such efforts, though I also feel a sense of humility considering the extremely difficult conditions in Haiti, including violence, kidnappings, and lawlessness. Fort Liberte lies in the north of the country, relatively far from the capital where most violence occurs, so I hope the schools there have been relatively sheltered.

Reflections on the Trip

Even though I only spent four nights in the park, the trip was richly rewarding. I reconnected with familiar places, enjoyed quiet moments on the dunes, and met several interesting people along the way. The bike rides, beach walks, and campfires offered a simple yet profound sense of relaxation and connection to nature.

Canadian Goose

Exploring Port Rowan and hearing the story of Shauna Proctor reminded me of the delicate balance between passion, dedication, and circumstances beyond our control. Courtland’s abandoned rail line and the antique market revealed hidden histories waiting to be discovered. Fernlea Ivix Non-Profit Used Books offered a window into lives and struggles far from my own, connecting me to global stories in a personal, tangible way.

Poison Ivy is everywhere in the park

In the end, Long Point Provincial Park is more than a campsite; it is a place of quiet discovery, reflection, and unexpected encounters. Each visit offers something new—whether it’s the swarm of midges on a windless day, a rescued turtle on a bike ride, or the stories of the people and communities nearby. This trip reminded me that even familiar destinations hold surprises, and that traveling alone can be just as enriching, if not more so, than traveling with companions.

Courtland, Ontario. Another railway line is gone... 

As I packed up and prepared to leave, I felt a profound sense of gratitude—for the natural beauty of Lake Erie, for the small towns and their histories, and for the chance to slow down and truly observe the world around me. Long Point Provincial Park will always hold a special place in my heart, and I look forward to returning, ready to discover its next quiet wonder.

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