Ah, the May long weekend has come and gone. We took our usual trip up north to the cottage. My dad and husband already officially opened the cottage a weekend before so it wasn’t the first trip up for them. We look forward to this time of year from the moment the boat leaves the dock in the fall. The kids really can’t contain themselves when they see the cottage pile starting to form in the front hall. To me, it means summer is finally here. Something about the Georgian Bay says home to me – I love the sound of the river and the boats, and of course sitting on the dock in a Muskoka chair watching the world go by.
We arrived to a rather large beaver lodge right beside our dock, and thus spent most of our time de-constructing it. The term “busy as a beaver” takes on a whole new meaning. I don’t think people truly understand the phrase until they have deconstructed a lodge.