Wolfe Island, Ontario sits at the mouth of the St. Lawrence River. Year round there are more cows than people, but during July and August the population swells as Summer folks fill the cottages that line the shore. In Canada they call them cottages, not camps. Funny Canadians! Anyway, that’s where I’ll be for the next week. And for the the first time in a long time I’m going offline. I was all set to buy a month of dial-up service —until I found out that there’s no phone line. Then somebody said there’s a computer at the library in the village, but a little research (online) revealed that it’s open less than 20 hours per week —and you need a library card.

I may try to see if I can leech off someone’s wireless near the ferry, but other than that, consider me off the hook.

5 thoughts on “Unplugged

  1. Folks in western New York call ’em cottages too – my Rochester-born father spent his summers growing up at a cottage on Conesus Lake. Now that he’s got a summer place of his own in the Adirondacks, no one lets him call it anything but “the camp.”

    Let me know how that quitting-the-internet-cold-turkey thing goes.

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