You see themeverywhere when they’re missing
A favourite coffee mug…gardening gloves…an old raincoat…that rose just about to bloom…her paddle…
She’s there even when she isn’t. In fact, in this particular place, she’s here more than anywhere else.
We fell in love here at this little lake at the end of Limberlost Road. We honeymooned here 50 years ago this September. She had the jeweller inscribe a message on the inside of the rings we exchanged: “You and me, buds for all times.”
We were going to retire at the lake—two old “buds” on a last great adventure. Who knew that “for all times” would run out so quickly?
Ellen’s parents built this simple cottage in the late 1960s. Camp Lake is pretty and clean, with a long finger of a bay called Flossie Lake tickling into the western boundary of Algonquin Provincial Park. A lovely falls at the end of
