Blue Spruce Resort
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- Hot tub
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Refrigerator in room
- Non-smoking rooms
- Non-smoking hotel
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Sunday October 18
a grey old day, and cold. We set off about 9:30, later than planned, but being a Sunday, traffic shouldn't be too bad.
Getting out of Toronto is interesting, but we manage without mishap and once on the highway we make good time. 8 Lanes, 16 Lanes, nobody takes any notice of the speed limit.
Snow flurries about, …
... ceiling. The fireplace had been built by the Gibson brothers, so one side was neat and the other side messy - reflecting the personality of each brother. We saw the spot where mum picked blueberries, saw the bunkhouse that was built in 1935, the boatshed (on verge of collapse) and the icehouse. The cottage was built on the narrow part of the island so had a waterview out both sides. It is hard to express our feelings at being on the island and seeing the ...
Drove north of Toronto, past many lakes. Stopped for lunch at north end of Lake Simcoe. Later went to Lake of Bays in search of Kilgours' cottage, but were unable to find it. Stopped at Maple Farm, small business with a couple who started it up two years ago. Had a bit of a tour and, of course, bought real maple syrup. Not far from there was Pioneer ...
... we also got some newbies. Plus we switched vans. All the Germans and Austrians of our group left us, minus myself but instead the kiwi girl left. Melanie, a swiss girl, stayed with our sub-group of 6 and we kept Beth as our guide. The new members were also mainly german native speakers, but somehow our group for the weekend managed not to get as severely divided as the last one. Perhaps it was because it was now a smaller group, or because we barely talked any German amongst each other. ...
... to the camp I saw more light-coloured ****, it was actually white. But these long skinny ones were hard and old.
In the midst of silence there was a relaxing, steady sound of flowing water, a glaring contradiction to the creepy vibes I was getting. That was when we realized we were right beside a narrow stream that ran along the site and flowed into the lake.
Josh casually informed me that streams were an open invitation ...