over Owen Sound, a town so picturesque it only lacks red tile roofs to be the land of Wonka.
The photo is taken from an observation tower constructed in 69 and revamped in 2010. It overlooks the whole valley and was one of the very first places I went with the Ogwife. I have not been up that tower myself for twenty three years. It seems as rickety as ever.
Who graciously allows us the use of his guest space as a home base while visiting, has an upflush crapper in the downstairs.
I have not managed yet to make it gag. It is an amazing device which i may endeavor to purchase for my own basement. If it can tolerate my output it may well be indestructible.
Mcdonalds here makes some spectacular java. Beats the blazes out of the hortons tar.
Mcdonalds here cant put whipped cream on the frappes. Hortons does but its like the filling in a twinkie rather than regular whipped cream.
Walmartians here are like walmartians everywhere, only with an accent.
Today has been hotter than the hubs of hell but i swam a lot so i stayed cool. Lake Huron is colder than a welldiggers ass but warm close inshore. Less gook in the wrackline too, mostly driftwood and leaves with only the occasional tangle of fishline and tampon inserter.
