This afternoon, on a whim, I headed downtown, hopped on a local train, and headed a half hour east to a suburb near Lake Ontario called Rouge Hill. I had often passed through there on trains to parts further east and it always struck me as a weird mix of soulless cookie-cutter housing developments and lovely bits of nature. I headed out actively uninformed and wandered around until I found my way back. Didn’t see much of the suburban hell I was half-hoping to see. Mainly just lake and river and nice.

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