Week Forty Eight - Lake Temagami
Trip Start Aug 26, 2003
50Trip End Aug 24, 2004
After a lovely breakfast featuring some fine honey, I take a drive for some office supplies with Marylyn. Afterwards we call past their shopping mall to pick up some mail. 6' 13" of Cousin Will picks me up and drives me past 'The Devil's Paintbrush' Golf Club (more of which later) then we have lunch in local café. At the local video store we pick up some cabling for his Dad up at the cottage. My Uncle William is up at their cottage on Lake Temagami with his two Irish Wolfhound pups. Marylyn and I are heading up to join him on tomorrow. Marylyn and I have dinner in a local restaurant.
Day 316 - Wednesday 21 July
We pack up Marylyn's Merc with supplies and the two Cairn Terriers, Wallace and Bonny
Day 317 - Thursday 22 July
I lie in until 11am then get up and watch some of The Irish Open live on the satellite TV. Lunch, at twelve, is William's home made, deep filled chicken sandwiches and pasta soup. Yum. The afternoon slips away between periods of swinging in the hammock, fishing from the piers and watching TV. Happy hour arrives at 5 on the patio. The dogs laze around in the trees, ears flicking at flies. The occasional Loon warbles across the still lake. Everything is just fine.
Days 318 to 320 - Friday 23 July to Sunday 25 July
The routine continues much as above for the weekend. From time to time William and I try to catch 'Ol Smokie' out on the lake in the fishing boat, each outing ending with the same result. William says that there are two types of fishing, good fishing and great fishing
Day 321 - Monday 26 July
Marylyn heads back to Toronto this morning. William drives her over to the marina with the terriers while I sleep in. After breakfast we decide to have one last go at 'Ol Smokie'. We set up the two downriggers and trawl at 100 feet along the south side of Cattle Island. This is where William is sure he is hanging out. If he is he is not interested in our attempts to bring him ashore. We pack up for the day and head back to the cottage for one last, prolonged, happy hour. After dinner we bid each other goodnight and retire.