Up the Etobicoke River
Today I went for a three hour walk up the Etobicoke River, starting where it empties into Lake Ontario, but without a specific destination. I had never walked that far up the river, always preferring to stay close to the lake, so I wasn't sure what to expect.
Almost two hours in I found my destination: A designated concrete bowstring bridge, a treat for someone like me. (The heritage register I am responsible for has three such bridges.)
I've realized I can only be truly comfortable near a large body of water. I guess it comes from growing up on the Great Lakes.

