Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Some Speak The Sounds, But Speak In Silent Voices

The beginning of last month marked one year since I moved back to Niagara. Holy crap, does time ever move fast. The older I get, the quicker each year gets - five years ago feels like last week. And weren't the 90's just a year or two ago? Yikes.

But I digress. So I've been  back for just over a year. I can recall all the reasons I made the switch, and they remain relevant. Some even more so now (especially as I continue to get new doctors here. Cross your fingers that they're magical and not evil assholes, please). For the most part, things aren't the way I expected them to be, moving back. It's really not at all how I pictured it. Some plans and goals haven't yet panned out, and it can get frustrating. But I don't regret it. People ask me that often, if I regret leaving Toronto, leaving my beloved neighbourhood and High Park. And while I miss all of that everyday and wish I was able to visit weekly, the answer is still no. I don't really regret it, even when I'm sad about it. It was what I needed to do. I needed a change, and I needed a support system. Hopefully in the new year I'll be able to spend more time in Trawnna, as originally planned.

But enough of the vague paragraphs and sentimentality. Since I don't post my constant minutiae like I used to, what the crap have I been up to all year? Well, me and Netflix have spent a lot of time together (it's my idea of a stable relationship; we're in love!), but there's been more to my year than that. I've attempted to be a tourist in the region I grew up in, go see the sights I never bothered to before. When I lived here before moving to Toronto seven or eight years ago, I could tell you what kind of beer they had at all of the bars, but I couldn't tell you where any conservation areas or scenic parks were. That stuff didn't matter then - it does now. It matters a lot. And I'm sure having a dog made a big difference in that respect (but who the hell remembers life before Daisy?). So I've made an effort to see what this place has to offer beyond the obvious.

Lemme try to break it down, photo-stylez (in no particular order, with no particular rhyme or reason):

Niagara Falls, frozen. Pretty cool to see, other than the fact that I was also frozen.


I mean, uh... Tawse Winery.


...Megalomaniac Winery.

WINE.....related. Grape & Wine Festival. Chicks laughing while dancing to Magic Dance.


Charles Daley Park.

Montebello Park.

Pretty sure I have this exact photo for every season.

Also in Montebello, where Daisy learned to play the flute.

Gotta love a bitch with talent.

Morningside Mill at Decew Falls.

My pictures don't do it justice, but my dad took some good ones.

Um... this... place... (?). I can't remember.

The view from a winery. Would you like an apartment on the escarpment?

Waterfront trail.

I spend a lot of time on this particular one. It's good for clearing the brain while the dog pulls me around and tells me what to do.

Also the waterfront trail. Another time, another part of it.

The Niagara Falls (Canadian Side) from the top of the Skylon Tower.

Extreme fear of heights be damned.

What? Another winery?

Yeah, Angels Gate. It's the Niagara way, guys. I'm not even a true wino.

A waterfront trail (do you sense a theme, other than wine?) at Happy Rolph's.

People who aren't from Niagara must think Happy Rolph's is a nutbar name. Damn right it is.

Can ya guess? Can ya?!

A waterfront trail! Huzzah!

The 9/11 Memorial Walk.

I went to the beach on Thanksgiving. For the weather, I guess you can give thanks to global warming.

Niagara has more beaches than I realized. This one was Municipal Beach, now named Sunset Beach. Personally, I called it Steve.

Mary Malcomson Eco Park.

Craft Beer Fest. 

Somewhat unrelated, but I figured that beer should be better repesented in a heavily-wine'd post.

 I also went to the beach in November. Again, not really related to this post, but it's almost braggable.


Another nature trail.

Oast House.

I mean... that kinda goes without saying.

St. John's Conservation area.

The pond at St. John's Conservation Area. Look at those little buggers. So cute.

So there ya go. Proof that going backwards isn't always going backwards, that having a dog changes a chick, and that posting too many pictures is a good way to lose readers. All good lessons to learn.

What did I miss?

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