Pinery | 9 July 2008

After another hearty breakfast and a long, meandering Sunday drive, we arrived at the beach in the Pinery Provincial Park on Lake Huron, where we’ve been before.

We ate our picnic lunch and waded in the lake and tried not to get sunburned. I think I may have napped under my hat while I was eavesdropping on our neighbours. But the beach itself was only half the point — the best part was in getting there. Deciding at a certain point to ditch the directions, hauling out the gigantic road atlas, taking roads that kept us going in the right general direction, slowing down to coast through inhabited intersections serving as towns — even without air conditioning in 27°C and a cloudless sky, it was good.

On the way home, we stopped for ice cream at a shop that was part movie rental and part ice cream parlour in a small town on a road we took on a whim. At a certain point, in the interest of having enough time left in the day for pizza and a movie at home, we left the country roads and took the highway. We forewent the many Tim Hortons stops along the way and stayed awake through the cooling drowsy evening by the power of loud music.

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