What I did on my summer vacation:
- lost my wedding ring after flipping a paddle boat (it can be done, apparently).
- read Jane Mayer's horrifying (because true) The Dark Side. (Inappropriately glib capsule review: "It's like Hostel meets Noam Chomsky!")
- bought groceries and gas in towns where every second business was named Karla's Krafts 'n' Things or suchlike.
- ate a whole lot of crap.
- watched a whole lot of sunsets.
NB: both the online and print versions of the article(s) are accompanied by photos of me looking completely relaxed and natural on a bike and behind the wheel.
(ADDED: I took the photo above – while driving, no less – somewhere between Bancroft and Barry's Bay.)