22 St. Lawrence St - SOLD
The Essentials
A modern elevated bungalow in Marysville on Wolfe Island. Two plus two bedrooms, a metal roof, and a detached workshop. All on a very pretty, very large lot, less than a minute’s walk from Lake Ontario. Any offers will be reviewed on Saturday October 2.
The Bigger Picture
I’ve been looking again at the virtual tour for this one. All that glorious wood siding gone dark over the years like it might have been fashioned from lengths of scorched cedar. The pure rectangle of the house itself, like a 1960s TV set placed high on some forest shelf. The righteous expanses of lawn both left and right. The lights inside flaring just as the sun fails, like you’ve stumbled, frostbitten, onto some Antarctic refuge. The workshop looking for all the world like the hideaway where they built the first Mac. The dizzying drone shots that reveal just how damn close the lake is, and the boat launch. The summer ferry dock just off-screen, along with the post office and the pizza joint, the school.
It’s perfect in its way. A pure dream of island life fashioned from truckloads of brick and wood. Nothing outlandish, but miles from dull too. More like a fresh deck of cards right before it gets shuffled, when there are a million and one ways things might play out.
22 St. Lawrence St is one of the more modern homes in the village. A ski chalet is also the impression it gives. Or a low-slung batteau adrift in seas of late-day cinnamon and chocolate.
It is also, though much more straightforwardly, a smart elevated bungalow half a block from Lake Ontario, in a village a couple of miles south of Kingston, Ontario. A twenty-minute ferry ride from the hubbub. Two beds up and two more below. A metal cap and a deck off the back. Lawns enough for tennis and a separate place to build computers or bake breads, to write the great Canadian novel, or paint it black.
In years to come, when Prince Edward County is full up, or out of reach, Wolfe Island is the obvious next stop, what with its music and its beer, its sleepy far-side crossing into the States, its windmills and the way it forms the rude sort of tongue in the mouth of the St. Lawrence. The new ferry is on its way too. And when the crowds do come (it’s already happening, more now even than when I started this piece) the present asking price is going to seem silly.
That, my friends, is my prediction for the evening and my future claim to fame.
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The plainer details (you need those) are here, in the realtor.ca listing. And the iGuide high jinks are here. The photos are below to get you started. Operators are standing by to take your call. Well me and Cheri are, anyway.
