We got slapped by the edge of the big windstorm last week. The one that slammed across the U.S.A. with several strong tornadoes, leaving massive damage in its wake.
While the worst of the weather stayed well south of us, we could quite aptly be described up here as Windswept.
Or, over at Port Cunnington Lodge, Wind-Wept.
Port is one of the Lake of Bays iconic summer lodges. My grandparents, Joseph and Elizabeth, disembarked from the steamer S.S. Iroquois at the Port dock back in 1905.
At that time, there were a couple of spindly tiny cedar trees on the lawn. Nothing you'd really notice... especially given that the lodge was full of timbermen as well as tourists. Barges of hemlock bark were in the little bay. The steamer had to nose through them to dock.
Those trees however held on. And on.
Right up till last week.
Kim will find some creative way to use some of the wood from these, but it is sad to say good-bye to such old friends.
Day 1 on Golden Lake
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