I haven't quite finished writing about my Ontario trip. I got to spend about 12 days at my cabin. The first part of it was with the Core Four and the second part with my BFF, and the third part with my parents and their giant of a puppy, Barkley The Forlorn.
|Sad, giant puppy|
There was a big change at my cabin this year that I'd been told about but hadn't mentally prepared myself for. My great-aunt Ginny bought a little hunting cabin on an island during WWII. We call that island Ginny's Island. My great-grandfather Mungo loved the area so much that he bought the land across the lake from Ginny's Island and built the cabin that I call mine atop a hill.
|Bridge to Ginny's Island|
For a number of reasons, the cabin fell into disrepair and had to be torn down. I wasn't there for that. The last time I was there it was still standing. But since then, they took it down (with a controlled burn, apparently) and they started building the new cabin. It has the same footprint as Ginny's (legally, it has to), but not the same layout and it looks very different and wrong to me. The first sight I got of it broke my heart. I grew more accustomed to it as I saw it more, but there was still a part of me that was suprised each time I saw it.
|The new cabin on the island|