I got (nearly) naked in a national park yesterday. As a citizen, that land and this lake is part mine, is the way I see it, so there shouldn’t any problem just jumping on it.
It was one of those weekends where we were a little short on cash, but Ottawa is a small, family-oriented town.
The first thing friend Ginger and I did when we finally arrived was turn our noses up at half the graffiti.
“He’s going in!” I said, scrambling down the snowbank. It was filthy, nearly one storey high, and I’d been up there taking pictures of the old Plaza Theatre.