Some of my very best memories were those spent up at the Cabin in Northern Ontario. Every other summer we’d hop on a plane across the Country to visit our family and friends for a week long adventurer up at the cabin.
It was a massive cabin with a guest house and exactly as you would expect a cabin in cottage country to look and feel. Great wooden pillars supported the house and everything was made from handcrafted wood. The deck chairs, the furniture and of course the cabin itself.
My favorite part about the Cabin was the watersports. They had an old handmade paddle board, before paddle boarding even existed (or at least was popular). My brother and I used to pile onto that old piece of foam and cruise around the lake for hours. It was truly bliss, nothing but the Stand Up Paddle Board and the lake. Oh and of course my brother, who thought it was amusing to push me off the board every 25 minutes or so. Just when I stopped thinking about him pushing me off is when he would strike again!
They also had fishing rods , canoes and air mattresses. Fishing from the canoe was always terrific fun. I caught my very first fish there and discovered I hated catching fish because that meant you’d have to touch them. Thanks but no thanks.
We also had what felt like a thousand golf balls to hit off the dock into the lake. The golf up there was spectacular and I usually got golf fever whenever we would visit. The courses were way above my ability but I had fun none the less. And every time we finished golfing we would always come home and blast what felt like a thousand balls off into the lake. We had to perfect our drive after all!
Perhaps the best part of the whole experience was the fudge shop in town. It was run by a local lady and her husband who had been living in the area for their entire lives. The fudge was to die for – mom would always slip us a few dollars when dad wasn’t looking and we’d race into town and buy a block of fudge. One summer, before my growth spurt, I actually managed to get a little tubby because I ate so much fudge. I must’ve had my own summer job by then because I ate SO much fudge – way more then any child needs.
I was one of the lucky ones. So many children will never get to have that experience because the reality is, the cost of cabins are rising and it’s tough to afford now. My time spent at the summer cottage will never be forgotten.