That's Michigan on the left (thank the cell phone gods for a Sprint tower!) and Amherstburg, Ontario on the right. You can't see it, but the arrow points to our little house ;-).
Our house is a "townhome" in "Canadian" and a "duplex" in "American". This is the front entry:
We share a common wall with our neighbors which you can see from the back view (ours is the left side):
Ships pass from Lake Erie to Lake St. Clair, and the big ones rattle the house. Otherwise, it's quiet, and I admit the water views are calming.
The Canadian geese (of course they are) cackle at us and are not happy when the ferry honks to get them out of the way. The ferry, of course, yields until they swim to safety.
The ferry does not, however, wait for me. I miss it more than I catch it, and, for those of you who know I'm not exactly what you would call "early" to things, I say "It's not my fault..." Every Capt. has his own version of what 'every 20 minutes' means. Yes, we plan our car trips by the ferry schedule. I plan my time in the grocery store by the ferry. I plan my trips to Windsor by the ferry. I plan what time to put ice cream in my car by the ferry. You get the idea... I have started baking for the ferry personnel, and if it means they won't leave me at the dock when they see my car coming, all the better. (Not that it's my reason for doing it, mind you...)
We're renting on Boblo Island. It used to be an amusement park, and there are remnants of the "glory days" such as the old dance hall where Sinatra and Elvis once played - but not at the same time.
The old Observation Tower still stands as do the docks where Michiganders would boat over to in order to play here each summer. Now, we have early urban development and lots of trails for walking and exploring if you don't mind the snakes. Two of them managed to short out the electricity for the whole island Sunday morning. They gave their lives for a little adventure; I think there's a lesson in that...
My uber-hardworking husband fishes each night. What a gift it is for him to relax like this after dinner. Living on an island means he always catches something. I'm looking into investing in companies that make lures, because at the rate Michael loses them, I can retire on that investment alone.
Did I mention it's allergy season here? The WalMart people tell me "allergy season ends in winter". I cry, but they think it's just my allergies. This is how the ground looked this morning as I walked the dog:
And it's 'snowing', thanks to the Cottonwood trees. I wear sunglasses... for many reasons. If it weren't for the pollen storms, life here right now would be idyllic. It's a breezy 70 most days, and the nights sit in the 50s.
Boblo Island has a 113 year history; we're adding ours to that now. Wanna come visit?