What a grand time: riding horses in the summer sun, with the green hills in the background. With 2000' of shoreline, there is a spot to do everything: swim, fish, ride, canoe and play.
We were on our way to Huntsville on Saturday, and decided to pop in our our friend after our errand was done.
Nancy and Brian run a resort in the Muskoka, steps away from Haliburton Highlands, and Algonquin Park, as well as the infamous Deerhurst, where the G8 will take place.
A great place to grow plants, including veggies and ornamentals, as long as you create 6' fencing for the critters that similarly inhabit the place! The bears love the tree and falls for their apples.
Having
just visited the G8 fencing, I was amused.
They have a green sense of the world, too. They have installed solar panels.
I knew that Nancy and Brian have G8 fencing for the bears, deer, raccoons and numerous other critters who enjoy their gardens.
Nancy has a green thumb, and her gardens are immense.
She knows her chickens, horses and all the critters you'd expect in the region, as well as the larger Central Ontario area, I remember a photo of a fawn that momma had left in Nancy's able care.
Just a hop, skip and a jump from Deerhurst, the G8 summit HQ, she's battening down the hatches for the duration of the G8.
I love her barn, cool in the heat we've been having. Her beautiful garden well-protected by the 6' G8-type fencing.
Squeegee, the little guy, is a sweetie.
I videotaped her lesson
I just love her style: funny and fun, with obvious enjoyment of guests, critters, riders and horses!
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There were the usual 3 deer, including one fawn who is growing rather quickly.
What a grand time: riding horses in the summer sun, with the green hills in the background. With 2000' of shoreline, there is a spot to do everything: swim, fish, ride, canoe and play.
We were on our way to Huntsville on Saturday, and decided to pop in our our friend after our errand was done.
She knows her chickens, horses and all the critters you'd expect in the region, as well as the larger Central Ontario area, I remember a photo of a fawn that momma had left in Nancy's able care.
Monday was a holiday in Ontario: Family Day. It is a statutory holiday in Alberta & Saskatchewan, too. 
Of course, everyone wants their own hole. 
Dad worked very hard, all for a good cause.
The ice was thinner closer to the shore,
I didn't stick around to find out what they caught. It was a damp kind of cold! I did explain that they were right over a wonderful weed bed, dearly loved by our fish.
As a child I used to swim in this spot (beginning since 1960) and my children and I spent many hours on the shoreline nearby in subsequent years. 
The sledders told me a funny story about snowshoe tracks from someone on thin ice, up on a shallow pond up yonder. I explained that that was me! I told them how careful I was, and that you can sense the thinness of the ice up there, through the snowshoes, and change your tack, if necessary.The previous evening had been a -20 C. night. And then, off they went to play in the forest.
The bonus was: no dogs off leash, and NO sledders. Not that the family with the screaming 3-year old, grumpy preteen, and the dog running about loose payed attention! (No photos out of respect for the guilty.) The first part of the trail, just before the 'you are here' on the map, is a bower of pine needles, with sun warming your bones. 
The path to the SW on the map was quite mushy, you really needed snowshoes or X-country skis for that one. We were not sure how long we could last, there was a chill in the afternoon, with the sun low on its axis, and took a short route. It was delightful.
You can see from my photos how thick our forests. No wonder we've had the incidents that we have had on the trails across the region. 
There was more evidence of the hurricane that ravaged our region last summer. You can see snowshoers across the lake. 
We made it back to the beginning. The memorial to one of our fallen OPP officers sits by the road. Andy J. Potts (1975 - 2005), who died in a collision while on duty, going to a domestic call down highway #169. He and his fellow officer hit a moose in the wee hours of the morning. Such a tragedy. It was a day my mom was to travel to the city for radiation. They took a long detour around since the road was closed. 
To sooth my weary muscles (remember my big walk in the forest on Saturday?), hubby took me out to dinner, with wine and dessert. While this might defeat the purpose of the big 1 1/2 hour walk...well, my hips will never be those of my youth! It was a lovely decadent end to the day and my wine eased my pain! And, yes, the wine is in focus, and the cake is not. What can I say? 
