I didn't actually see Sunnyvale, but there were plenty of Trailerhomes to be found. Julian was unavailable for comment. I had a Rum & Coke in his honour.

I think I took this picture because I thought the house's colour scheme was something you wouldn't typically see in Toronto. It hadn't occurred to me that Patricia's house was a much better example of that. And later, a house would completely blow my mind.

 

I walked far enough up the Granville Road to find Granville Beach. Feuding with Miami and Daytona, Granville Beach expects to draw upwards of 2 VERY drunk Spring Breakers this year.

Apparantly the actual beach isn't visible from the road...and in fact I probably never came anywhere vaguely close to it. Seeing no more likely spots though, I took this picture of what might've been the Beach.

 

Dad says I should've cleared the snow off this, as it would've made a beautiful picture. I thought it looked like Jesus was on the receiving end of a Snowjob; and that equals 10,000 beautiful pictures in my books. I'll get a picture of it sometime in the non-Winter for Dad next time. In the meantime...Ha! Take that Jebus!

The Granville Country General Store. I had no idea General Stores still existed. I presume they had yokes of Oxen out back. I also quickly flashed back to the Oregon Trail days of Computer Games. "Poop has died of dysentary." Indeed. Poor Poop, we hardly knew ye.