30th
Coming to a post office near me.
I’m fairly proud to live just outside of Windermere, Ontario. The tiniest of villages, Windermere is tied to the English lake community of the same name and is really only a hotel, two churches, a few small resorts and a general store. The word Windermere itself conjures up feelings of pastoral summers spent by the lakes, breezy verandahs and afternoon cocktails… which pretty much sums up my dream life.
To the point:
While Miranda and I consider Windermere our home, because of the strange intricacies of Muskoka’s postal routes, our mail goes to the post office in Utterson, the small village about 20 minutes away from our house. Hence, after I’ve told people that I “live in Windermere,” I provide a mailing address that ends in: R.R.#2 Utterson. It gives people pause, especially since I describe myself professionally as a photographer based in Windermere, ON. It also doesn’t help that I live on Roy Klingbeil Road. Try getting someone to spell that right after hearing it for the first time.
To prevent the tiresome spelling-out-loud of both Klingbeil and Utterson, and to make my address reflect my “brand,” I’ve secured a post office box at the Windermere General Store. And not just any box, either. Number 99!
So, from now on:
Turnbull Photography
Box 99
Windermere, Ontario
P0B 1P0
Now that’s a mailing address!
