Bus stations are impossibly depressing.

I grew up riding the old Voyageur buses between Kingston, where my mom lived, and Toronto , where my dad’s family was, so heading down to the bus depot this morning to catch a bus to my mom’s new (well, new in the sense that they didn’t live here when I was a kid) house in Bracebridge (home of Santa’s Village!) felt like old times.

They cleaned up the bus station in downtown TO, but it’s still pretty dingy.

Beautiful downtown Gravenhurst, as seen from the window of the Ontario Northland bus:

This nice old lady was picking her nose the whole way:

More later; have to go celebrate mom’s 60th!