My day starts early, waking up in the middle of an impossibly delicious king-sized bed, sun just peeking around the edges of the window blinds, plaintive song of a mourning dove nudging me back under the covers. Tough gig. I … Continue reading →
I think I could spend a week in Huron County and still not see everything. Suspecting this, Joan Karstens, owner of Brentwood on the Beach, had encouraged me to come earlier when I was making arrangements for my visit. It wasn’t possible, … Continue reading →
It is impossible to plan a trip to Bobcaygeon, or to see the word Bobcaygeon on a map or a sign without hearing the Tragically Hip song in your head. On repeat. Even if you don’t know all the words. Especially … Continue reading →
The trip to Gananoque, or Ganawage, or Cadanocqui, or one of the myriad other spellings throughout its long history, has an inauspicious beginning. Designated Travel Companion (DTC) gets stuck in a jam on the 401, the cause of which … Continue reading →
The view literally stops me in my tracks. A cadmium yellow glider towed into an endless cerulean sky. Below, a glint off scarlet metal roofs atop cedar shakes the shade of juniper. Colours so vivid, so basic, you could fill … Continue reading →
Today we are approaching Brampton from the northeast, having made an earlier errand run to Schomberg. Rather than hopping back on yet another 400 series highway, we decide to zigzag through pretty Peel Region, along Mt. Wolfe Road and Old … Continue reading →