Cottage Round-Up

The Corran

View from Spirit Rock

This weekend I went to a lovely Cottage (aka the host's ranch) in Wiarton, Ontario. Yes, where that little groundhog lives! We were going to go see him, but all the drinking seemed to take priority. On our drive in, we passed by interesting things to see including horses, cows and a camel! Yes, a camel! We commented on how out of place he must be, different from all the rest -- for one brief moment, we identified with him and then whoosh, we drove on. We entered (and yes, I use this word purposely and may I also add, firmly) into the town of Flesherton. Flesherton, Gateway to the Beaver Valley. I'm not lying. Enough said. We spent the day garage sale hunting, antique shopping and wow did we find some gems. I absolutely love looking for that one amazing/beautiful/kitchy thing amongst a mountain of crap. I guess it's a challenge of sorts and a very rewarding one at that. I was too chicken to jump in the lake due to it taking a very cold turn, in fact none of the women did, but we watched the boys turn all red from the cold as we drank our coffee or beer or gin or wine or whatever struck our fancy at that particular moment. We hiked up to Spirit Rock, named from a legend involving an Indian Maiden who jumped off the cliff due to the guilt she had for falling in love with an Indian warrior from an enemy tribe. We saw the ruins of the Corran, a seventeen room mansion, destroyed by fire leaving only stone ruins to testify to its past splendor. It reminded me of the Bee Gee's video for Staying Alive where they stood in some sort of house ruins and sang their tune. I, of course tried to emulate them by jumping up into one of the windows...ah ah ah ah staying aliveeeee... but no one seemed to remember the video. Oh well, moving on. We ate well, and certainly drank well, played board games and I made 4 new facebook friends -- and you know how important THAT is! What a fabulous weekend!