Back from the Bruce

The extended weekend up at Carolyn's cottage on the peninsula was awesome. Mostly quiet. Mostly nice weather. Mostly good food.

3 hours of rain in 4 and a half days is nothing to complain about, even when you burn your knuckles on the barbecue trying to keep the food from getting soaked with rain spilling off the roof.

In an effort to save money, I tried to keep the road tripping to a minimum, but we did manage to make it up to Tobermory to walk around for a bit and see the million dollar sailboats interspersed with more modest fishing boats and glass bottom boat tour boats. Carolyn told me she'd gone on one of the glass bottom tours once only to find that the 'glass bottom' was a couple feet square window, which you had to fight for space around with the rest of the passengers. Certainly not the image the mind conjures for the description.

We also made it out to the Georgian Bay side to hike a little ways along the Bruce Trail out to the cliffs near Devil's Monument. With Carolyn's vertigo at cliff tops, and with trails running within a couple feet of the edge, we decided not to push very far along the trail.


After turning around and heading back to the van, we decided to try the drive north along the shore to the lighthouse at Cabot's Head. Most of the drive was a one lane gravel road right along the rocky beach with little room to pull aside for traffic coming the other way. Hopefully the scratches along the side of the van aren't anything more than some roughing of the clear coat; I still have to wash off the dust accumulated from that part of the trip. When we got to Cabot's Head though, there was a sign that requested a mandatory donation. The last time I checked, I thought that was called a fee, not a donation. We decided to turn around and were happy with the scenic drive, mostly on principle, but also on lack of change.

The rest of the time up there was spent sitting around in the sun watching the swarms of grasshoppers and frogs hop across the clearing, drinking, and burning through the lumber pile.

I won't use the end of this post to talk about how the only meal really gone wrong was the blueberry pancakes attempted by Carolyn. That would be mean.