The St. Clair River marks the end of southwestern Ontario, and the beginning of Michigan. As a child, we would drive down to Point Edward, Ontario, in the summer to watch boats—small and large—enter the channel from Lake Huron, my favorite of the Great Lakes. Now, as a Canadian living in the United States, the river and the Bluewater Bridge have taken on new meanings.
THE GREAT AMERICAN BOARDWALK
On the East Coast, summertime means saltwater taffy, carnival games, and hot sand. Teenagers gossip and flirt along the weathered planks. Families munch on malt vinegar-smothered fries. In the distance, seagulls dive into the Atlantic surf in search of small fish. Ocean City, Maryland, in many ways, feels like a vestige of the past, when boardwalk culture reigned over air conditioning and iPads, and the day's end meant watching the sun disappear below the horizon, a scoop of Dumser's soft-serve in hand.