Finch Station

Staying for the extra holiday Monday and the weather is sweeeet. T and I dawdle to the Daisy Mart past abandoned marinas, beach parkettes, overgrown old houses and luxury summer homes. All along the way she retells some of the far-out stories of growing up there. Her dad gives us a lift to the bus terminal in Newmarket and I hug him and tell him I like spending time with him. T and I board the bus and giggle at more of her wacked-out tales and people-watch all the back way to Toronto.