Part Three
The joy of wandering with intention
The Village of Point Edward.
It’s the size of 600 and some football fields with an international bridge and provincial highway running through it.
You can’t get there by boat, plane or train.
There’s no grocery store or gas station.
There is an arena and a ball field. An ice cream shop. Parks. One church. You don’t have to look far to find a fry bus or two.
What you can count on in Point Edward is a decent dose of peace and quiet, a great view, and a heaping pile of comforting chips under the bridge. You can count on a handful of independently owned businesses.
There, you can ride your bike, walk, run, rollerblade and skate (the long board kind). You can admire the fast moving waters of the St. Clair River and watch for boats while you wave to the neighbours in Michigan. And then, you can turn towards mighty Lake Huron and contemplate the horizon.
Don’t go if you’re looking to scale up. Do go if you’re looking to scale down. Visit the Souls Memorial.
The Village of Point Edward is part of the ancestral land of the Chippewa, Odawa, and Potawatomi peoples, referred to collectively as the Anishinaabek. I’m privileged to create and collaborate on the traditional territory of the Indigenous Peoples of Canada. I acknowledge the grace and the welcome they have offered me.
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