This morning my cats showed little interest in walking with me down to the old Power Dam. So I decided instead to take a stroll along what was once a dirt lane way we called the Back Road, but which is now a concrete walkway, and grass and planted trees. Once upon a time there was an old barn and orchard there as well, where we use to play as children. But they eventually disappeared, and twenty years ago they built condominiums. Thankfully, what they left standing (like a sort of monument to the past), is a small brick building (circa 1910) which served as a sub-station for the electricity generated by the dam. Behind it, is the cemetery belonging to the Trinity Anglican Church, which I had not visited in years. (One thing writing this blog has done for me, is to reawaken my sense of discovery.) After taking some photos, I went and visited my old childhood home to see how the reconstruction was coming along. I am curious to see whether the spruce tree my father planted in the front yard, and which must be about 40 feet high now, will survive the new owners or not.