Paradise Island

My family owns an island in Georgian Bay, which is in Canada. On it is a big cabin. Maybe the picture that just popped into your head is that this cabin is nice and new and clean. It is not. Although the island is beautiful, the cabin has been in the family for generations, so it is old, dysfunctional, and infested with roaches. Ew. That’s what I used to think. But when I was in sixth grade, my family and I took a trip there. It was a big occasion, I mean, it’s expensive to go there, and far away from Utah, plus I had only been there once before. Knowing this, we don’t get to go very often. Let me tell you, the journey is long. It is even longer when you pack everything under the sun because you are a indecisive eleven year old. The one thing I did forget? A hammer to smash the roaches. Seriously, next time I go, this will be included in my suitcase.

Swimming at sunset. 

I know what you might be thinking. Why would anybody want to travel there? I understand why you think that, but the island is a lot more magical than as I just described it. It is actually big, green, and absolutely beautiful! We often make cobblers made from fresh berries that we pick right on the island. The water is clear and not too cold, and there is a big rock that we always swim to. We sleep out on the porch. It is really fun to waterski and tube off the back of the boat. So, yeah, I guess all the fun things to do there outweigh the roaches and other questionable aspects. Anyway, once we got there, I realized that this trip was going to be a party. Swimming, eating (check the sink for roaches), sleeping, tubing (check the tube for roaches), waterskiing. You name it, this cabin has it.

Canadian goose!

I remember one day I was walking from the dock to the cabin, all by myself. I had almost reached the porch when I looked to my right and sitting there were two huge Canadian Geese. Two feet away! Surprisingly, they didn’t get scared and flap away. They looked at me liked they owned the place, which, I guess they did. I don’t think I realized that they could have hurt me, so naturally I took my camera out and started snapping some pics. After about ten minutes of watching each other, we both got bored and left, but I will never forget that amazing experience.

Georgian Bay is so fun, and knowing that it has been in the family for so long makes it even more special. I am hoping to go there again soon, and if I do, I will share my experiences with you. Oh, and if I don’t come back, come and try to save me, but don’t forget a hammer. :)

Note: after writing this, I realized that I made the cabin sound really unsanitary. I kind of exaggerated the number of roaches that are really there. I promise, there really aren’t that many, but I did find a couple out and about.