A red-and-black ore freighter pushing slowly through the lock, the International Bridge arching overhead, a passenger train running the rocky shoreline on the left, Sault Ste. Marie is a city built on things in transit. The infrastructure is fine, the routine is fine, the table has one place set. However you got to fifty-plus and on your own here, through a marriage that ran out of fuel, a partner gone too early, a long quiet stretch, the missing piece is usually quietly obvious.
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The Soo runs along the St. Mary's and back into the Shield. The Hub Trail loops 25 kilometres and shows up on most members' profiles for good reason, easy walks, river views, nothing fussy. Downtown's Queen Street for a coffee, a quiet morning at the Bushplane Heritage Centre, or the Agawa Canyon train when an autumn day-trip earns itself.