Trip to Chesterville: part 4 – the finale

Thank you for bearing with my tale. I post quite a few, I know, since JB drives and I am in charge of photos! He likes to know where we have been. 

• Trip to Chesterville: Smiths Falls, HWY #43 
• Trip to Chesterville: Part 2
• Trip to Chesterville: Part 3 in Kemptville

We left Kemptville, still not having had lunch. Past more homes. No parks.

By now it was 1:30, look at the clouds! We drove through a rainshower, and debated what we'd do! So much for visiting on Wednesday before the rain we'd expected for the next few days.

Then, we drove out of it and into another one, again!

By now it was 2 o'clock, and we decided to stop in Merrickville, rain or not. They have several nice restaurants, but we had our lunch with us, and the park at the locks is a great spot. Well, it dumped rain! You can have a plan A, B. and C, and end up with D!

This is what the radar looked like, which I checked when I arrived home. No wonder it poured rain. It wasn't on the radar when we'd left.

Eventually, the rain lessened, but still sprinkling, but we aren't made of sugar. We used the facility, and headed home through the spotty rain and clouds. 

The clouds were amazing.

This man had interesting vehicles, a kid bike and a wagon. There must be a story here.

We went through Smiths Falls, and spotted this flag. It really is shameful. It is not the first time I've seen a Confederate flag, a symbol adopted by White Supremacists, in Smiths Falls. I wrote about this in my Book Review: The Ku Klux Klan in Canada. None of these people are aspiring to be better than who they are. Nor do they want to learn about racism, slavery, or those who are different from them. They are normalizing white rage, and it hurts my heart. 

They need to read an autobiography about being BIPOC or LGBTQ.

"Whiteness pretends to forget its own name when called, and refuses to acknowledge its desire for dominance. White supremacy keeps stepping on your toes while insisting it was an accident"  - The Skin We're In: A year of black resistance and power, by Desmond Cole

Busted... honestly, all of you know how fast people drive on our highways. I cannot help but feel satisfaction. That feels better, venting. Thanks for reading. 

On with the clouds!

Trip to Chesterville: Part 3 in Kemptville

Whoops, more colour!

Nothing like refurbishing an old building. Reduce, reuse, recycle!

I love these old houses, although many in small towns have been converted to apartments. There is such a variety across the southeastern part of the province. 

Most small towns have several churches, since back in the day the Catholics didn't hang out with the Protestants, and vice versa.

These cedars are massive and carefully trimmed!

I love these! Just perfect for the right people.

A wrap around porch for JB. He loves them!

I have fun looking up prices. 

Kemptville, $429,900

Farm with private lake for sale: $3.8 m
–just east of Kemptville, 137 acres!

We'd brought our lunch, in order to have a picnic. I sent us around Kemptville, hoping for a small park, or a spot by the river. Gillian GPS was helpful. I ended up sending us around a suburban area (below, right).

 These were massive homes, who have their own backyard parks with trampolines, and other pieces of equipment. No parks here. As we drove in circles, notice the clouds moving in!

This home, as we left the area, is quite interesting. It would be a great setting for a Murder Mystery!

As we drove, I spotted this signage: but no park, and a closed gate. 

Ever onward...more signs of Autumn. The blackbirds are gathering, practicing flying and getting ready for migration. Farms are harvesting the hay.