As soon as I left work on Friday night we packed up the car and drove to Lake Huron for a cottage weekend with some friends. The cottage is located on the water, just south of Kincardine. It belongs to the family of our friend and we are always grateful for the opportunity to spend time there. It is set back in the trees on a hill overlooking the beach down below. It’s a little bit off the beaten path so there is rarley anyone around. From inside the cottage you can always hear the sound of the waves lapping on the shore and along with the sound of crackling wood burning in the fireplace and a glass of wine, it is the ideal location for relaxing.
I think that it’s as close to paradise as you can get in Ontario.
We spent most of the day on Saturday laying around but eventually we took a walk along the beach with the the sandpipers.
I have never tried seafood but I had been entertaining the idea of adding some new flavours to my palette. Jeremy was amicable to this plan. We thought lobster would be a good place to start because it always looks so good in TV commercials. Those close up shots where they dip the meat seductively in the pool of butter always look appetizing. Plus, it’s expensive, so it must be good – right? After watching our friends wrestle the meat out of these giant beady-eyed sea bugs we have decided to pass on the lobster. I couldn’t even bring myself to open my mouth when Jen attempted to stuff a morsel into my mouth. How can anything that looks so sinister and smells that bad, actually taste good?
On Sunday afternoon we took a trip down the beach on ATVs to visit a creepy old abandoned farmhouse that I had been hearing about for years.
It had a very Blair Witch Project feel about it and it was actually unlocked making it almost tempting to go in and explore. Almost.
Beside the house there was a junkyard slowly being reclaimed by nature. It was full of rusty vehicles and old farm equipment in various stages of decay. I could have spent hours there taking pictures but the fact that we were on private property, a mild case of the heebie jeebies and fear of tetanus, kept our visit short.