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Originally Posted by megadude
Then walked along and saw some teens jumping from it into the water. They looked at me like I was a narc as I took a couple of pics of the river (without them in the photos). I walked back to my car and one of the girls got close enough to my car to shout the plate number and make on my rental back to her group of friends. That was bizarre.
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Small towns seem to be funny that way sometimes.
Maybe 10 years ago I took a drive from Windsor up to the St. Clair Parkway through Chatham. I decided to see what some of the concession roads were like, and noticed a sign for
Mitchell's Bay which is basically a village and a marina surrounded by farmland. It has a small beach and a relatively short pier out into Lake St. Clair.
I parked in a public lot to walk around a bit. It was late afternoon and there were some families near the water, and when I walked to the pier everyone became quiet, people were staring at me, and the adults seemed to go into protection mode; I wasn't even all that close to them. One lady approached and said hello, and I had the feeling she was checking me out. I politely replied, then got the hell out of there. I felt like if I'd stopped in any of the few shops (or the heavens forbid, the local restaurant) my money would not have been any good there... and perhaps I'd still "be there" today tilled under in a local field. I'm positive my description and plate number were recorded. It was like something from a Stephen King story.
By contrast, after a nice drive up the parkway, I stopped in Sarnia. I had never before been in the town itself, having only passed through on Hwy 402 to get to/from the Blue Water Bridge. There was some kind of festival going on, and people were extremely friendly both in the downtown and the parks along the south end of Lake Huron.