Ice Adventures

Well, we’re back.



This weekend was pretty incredible, as most cottage weekends tend to go. The drive up there was about four hours, and we got to go through towns named Gwillimbury and Coboconk. The weather was beautiful and sunny and warm, and the entire drive up I noticed that all the bodies of water we saw had thawed through.

As a result, when we got to our cottage, I was super surprised to find a frozen lake. Not only a frozen lake, but a frozen and snow covered lake with a super beautiful island within walking distance across the ice.


Now, let me just say right here and now, I hate ice. It scares the crap out of me more than most things I can think of. You can fall through that shit. You can get trapped under it. It can crack all around you.

We started to walk out on the ice, and the 6 inches of snow on top of it would sink and give way, and you would find your foot in a hole of snow filled with a few inches of water. TERRIFYING, RIGHT? I know. Hollie and I were having none of it, and turned back.



The rest of our group however, decided the ice was completely safe and sound, and decided to trek it to the island anyway. So there Hollie and I were, about halfway between the shore and the island, with the rest of our group leaving us there alone to fend for ourselves.

We were terrified, but we did it anyway. We made it to the island just before the sun started to set. Maybe that was not the smartest decision in retrospect, but throughout the rest of the weekend we saw many a snowmobiler and ice fisherman out on the ice, so I’m feeling pretty good about our decision.





See that cottage in the background? That’s where we were staying. It was more of mansion than a cottage. I miss it already.