I’ll miss the serenity.
The quiet rural roads. The heron that visits every evening looking for dinner. The loon that washes himself all day right in front. The doves that coo me to sleep, and wake me in the morning. The down-to-earth, friendly locals. Cruising on the water in the evening. Racing across the lake at 50 kph. The uninterrupted, morning rides. The walks to the lock and dam. Visits to the neighbouring towns for food. Golf at the local, summer club.
All things I won’t see or do in the city.
PedalWORKS 
I’ve enjoyed your camp pedalworks blogs and admit to being a bit envious as well.
But as I think it was Shakespeare said ,”if everyday was a holiday to sport would be as tedious as to work”
And you have next year to look forward to.👍
Thanks Paul. I always have mixed feelings when I leave, but you are right. There is next year to look forward to and improve upon.