The Detroit skyline across the river at sunset, the Renaissance Center towers stacked against pale orange sky, the Ambassador Bridge curving off to the south, a Windsor riverfront garden in the foreground with pink wildflowers and a stainless sculpture catching the last light. Past fifty and on your own here, plenty of members arrive at the site with one foot already out the door, half expecting to close the tab. The auto-industry decades shaped a lot of marriages, and a lot of quiet endings.
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Windsor runs by seasons and by the river. Summers pull everyone to the Riverside Vista Trail and the Detroit skyline view; the Little River Corridor handles autumn walks; winters concentrate the social weight downtown and along Walkerville's Wyandotte. Olde Riverside, LaSalle, and Tecumseh extend the practical pool. Point Pelee makes the obvious weekend drive when the conversation has earned a day out.