Otonabee River

And the vehicle ended up sliding off the road.

Uh, it went down an embankment, and my vehicle crashed through the ice, and my vehicle sank in the Otonabee River with me trapped inside.

So within seconds, this frigid cold water comes, like, rushing through the floorboards, and I'm drowning, entombed in a car.

Holy crap.

My husband was anxious to settle in the neighborhood of one so nearly connected with me, thinking it would rob the woods of some of the loneliness that most women complain so bitterly of.

He purchased a lot of land on the shores of a beautiful lake, one of a chain of small lakes belonging to the Otonabee River.

Here then we are established, having now some five and twenty acres cleared and a nice house built.

Our situation is very agreeable and each day increases its value.