At 8:30 am, J and I arrived at the Lenora United Methodist Church. I had texted my friend that morning to see if there was an actual address, and she confirmed that "no, you'll just get there and see a sign and it'll be small enough to figure out." Sure enough, we saw the sign when we coasted into the township of Lenora. The stone church was nestled in a lush little grove and dewy lawn clouded with mosquitoes.