On a long Sunday drive, we found ourselves in Lindsay, Ontario. It's a nice town, if you ever get the chance to see it. While heading out of town on our way back, however, we spotted this place and decided to stop for a look.
Unfortunately, it was boarded up pretty good, so inside shots were not an option. The rest of the property didn't have a lot to offer, but it was a nice diversion just the same.
This impressive monument to days gone by stood on the corner of two country roads. Though neglect was clearly creeping up on her, she was doing her best to remain elegant and respectable. As I began to look around inside, I was a little surprised by the signs of family life that took me back to my own childhood. I too grew up in an old farm house. I had many friends whose bedrooms were decorated by wallpaper with race cars or transport trucks. My dad covered his face with soap to shave using a brush just like the one I found.
Still out cruising on the long weekend, I spot this place and decide to stop in for a look around. Immediately, I'm impressed by the number of great old items abandoned around the house, and thankful for the interesting light streaming through the windows.
The only drawback was that it was a warm day, and there was no air moving in that house. I'm pretty sure I lost a pound or two in there.
Driving along on a beautiful, warm, sunny day, I was following a generous hint left to me by a fellow explorer, Ms. Kendall (thank you!).
The house and surrounding grounds are filled will all manner of interesting things to look at, but after a little bit, the smell of animal feces inside was getting to me as were the newly awakening, somewhat ravenous bugs.
A great day for a drive!