I ‘get away’ so rarely that I hadn’t realized how proscribed most lives had become – when you only leave your house for short jaunts into civilization, interact with a select few, and then hurry back home on the last bus, people-watching changes from being a relaxing pastime to a zoological behavioral study.
It was both fun and frightening to leave our stuffy bungalow for a jaunt up to Musselman’s Lake, in the Stouffville vicinity. Our daughter recently bought a trailer, which is parked in the Cedar Beach resort.