In their twenties, my parents built a cottage. No power tools, no electricity, no plumbing. A tent. A 3 horsepower engine on an old Peterborough boat. Driving north every Friday night. No four lane highways. Driving south every Sunday. In September 2022, my father, with his grown children's support, sold the cottage.
My final morning there was spectacular. Bright sun. Mirror like lake. What a way to say goodbye.
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