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Are you a cottager?
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Never been a cottager …
However, my parents made an annual “Canadian” pilgrimage to camp in Algonquin Park every summer for close to two decades. First, with a canvas army surplus tent and then a camper trailer, complete with running water, kitchen and a bathroom. It was lavish.
These annual trips were their way to ensure me and my older brothers embraced Ontario’s natural beauty. Although my Mother was born in Toronto, my Dad emigrated from Macau, so being “Canadian” was important to them. Three brothers trying to share one third of space in trailer was less than ideal, but those trips were a gift.
Now, I live in cottage country year-round.
In part, it’s due to my childhood, and to career opportunities.
I love the quiet, the wild beauty and how there are a lot less crowds and needless things to buy to distract from what really matters: Friends, loved ones and connection to a world of wonders found down the road or up a dirt path to cliffs edge where you’ll see something that takes your breath away, whether that’s an ascending eagle or a cotton candy sky.
Country life isn’t for everyone, but I can’t imagine another world where I feel most at ease and centred.
However, my parents made an annual “Canadian” pilgrimage to camp in Algonquin Park every summer for close to two decades. First, with a canvas army surplus tent and then a camper trailer, complete with running water, kitchen and a bathroom. It was lavish.
These annual trips were their way to ensure me and my older brothers embraced Ontario’s natural beauty. Although my Mother was born in Toronto, my Dad emigrated from Macau, so being “Canadian” was important to them. Three brothers trying to share one third of space in trailer was less than ideal, but those trips were a gift.
Now, I live in cottage country year-round.
In part, it’s due to my childhood, and to career opportunities.
I love the quiet, the wild beauty and how there are a lot less crowds and needless things to buy to distract from what really matters: Friends, loved ones and connection to a world of wonders found down the road or up a dirt path to cliffs edge where you’ll see something that takes your breath away, whether that’s an ascending eagle or a cotton candy sky.
Country life isn’t for everyone, but I can’t imagine another world where I feel most at ease and centred.
Grandparents bought a lot and built a cottage in 1955. It's still in the family. I'm glad my grandfather didn't like short term pussy.
While not exactly a cottage, my family had a sailboat for many years. It could sleep 4 people and had a small dining table, stove, sink, head (toilet) and even a TV. We'd sail on Lake Ontario for a few hours and sometimes went to other marinas and spent the night. Marinas typically have shower facilities, BBQ's, and on-site restaurants or walking distance away too. So the boat functioned as a floating and moving cottage.
Like a cottage, boats particularly sailboats are a lot of work especailly preparing them for the winter. Maintaining the engine, repairing any hull and keel damage, draining water tanks to prevent freezing, and covering the boat to prevent ice build-up. Over the years, we improved our processes to make them easier / faster. The boat was docked in an Etobicoke marina so it only took 15 to 20 minutes to get to "the cottage." I could even take the bus if I needed to.
Like a cottage, boats particularly sailboats are a lot of work especailly preparing them for the winter. Maintaining the engine, repairing any hull and keel damage, draining water tanks to prevent freezing, and covering the boat to prevent ice build-up. Over the years, we improved our processes to make them easier / faster. The boat was docked in an Etobicoke marina so it only took 15 to 20 minutes to get to "the cottage." I could even take the bus if I needed to.
We had a cottage at Wasaga Beach but I dont recall much as I was only 2. Later my dad tired of the drive up there (No 400 back then) sold it and bought one in Port Dover about an hour away. We spent many great summers there from the last day of school until the Sunday of Labour Day weekend. I wish he hadnt sold it in the 80's
We had a family cottage growing up that my grand father built back in the early 1920's and it was what a cottage was meant to be back then, 450 sqft with an outhouse out behind and you washed in the lake to have a shower. We spent many a summers up there as kids and had a blast. The cottage was sold years ago and all of us miss it very much. If you grew up as a kid going to a cottage you seem to appreciate it more as it was a place to go and get out of the city. The air seemed cleaner and you even slept better when you were there. There is nothing more relaxing than sitting on a dock at 7am with your coffee and have the loons swim by and hear the lapping of the water against the rocks. Life was better back than.
I love being retired & living on a small lake north of Hwy 7.
I watch the loons every morning during dock coffee.
Small lake with few peope on it & no boats or seadoos.... just canoes kayaks & SUP
peace & quiet.
I watch the loons every morning during dock coffee.
Small lake with few peope on it & no boats or seadoos.... just canoes kayaks & SUP
peace & quiet.
