Primitive. Survival. Rating.
Wait. I guess my first update should be that we made it through the l.a.s.t. lock! Phew!
Now that we can finally stop talking about locks…Have you ever watched Naked & Afraid? Its on the Discovery Channel and its one of our favs! Two people are dropped into the wilderness completely naked and expected to survive for 21 days using their “primitive survival skills”.
I’d have to say the Georgian Bay has been sort of like that! (I know, I know…now you have an interesting mental picture, but just bear with me here.)
We kept hearing that the Georgian Bay would be the crown jewel of our trip. Supposedly picturesque beyond belief. It certainly didn’t disappoint on that forefront but, where it really shines is in its remoteness. Island after island with no one to interrupt whatever your day has in store.
We anchored at Spider Bay and then the Bustard Islands. Fully stocked with grilling options and red wine, we decided to relish in the uniqueness of not only the beauty but the surreal opportunity of being completely alone.
The week consisted of a homemade bow drill…and the hours that go along with attempting to make fire without matches, a subsequent campfire (a la matches) 😉, hiking, cliff jumping, sun bathing, fishing, skinny dipping and even two(!) encounters with black bears. Its been a refreshing experience, one I’ll never forget. I’m blogging today from Killarney – the gateway to the North Channel. Its still picturesque and remote, but with a little bit of luxury on the side…quaint dining options, a spa, and LOTS of vacationers! More details on our time here next week! ✌🏼
There’s a running theme lately. I fall smitten with each port and ultimately end up begging Tom to stay “one more day”. Montréal was no different. It is such a gem! (is a pearl a gem?) It truly felt like we were in Paris all over again. We stayed at the Montréal Yacht Club. Aside from the city being completely captivating, this was the best marina to date. So close to everything, impeccably kept and boasted an incredibly romantic view from the boat.
We started the week with a hike. Mount Royal was scenic and the perfect way to get our feet wet in the city.
Then we noticed an amusement park in the distance from our marina. After our rendezvous at the Wildwoods boardwalk, we eagerly snagged tickets and hopped in line for the roller coasters.
Days 2 through 6 were basically a scavenger hunt for beef tartare, muddled cocktail concoctions and all things patisserie.
What is it about a Farmer’s Market?
Every female I know will attest to this. There is something enticing about it. Tom attributes it to the hunter/gatherer theory, but whatever it is, it ignites my senses and excitement for food and people. From the butcher to the fromager to the gardener, each and every vendor is passionate about their bounty and I love getting wrapped up in the entire scene. We made more than one trip to Marché Atwater. On the first trip I had to bat my eyelashes to get my better half to join me. On the second trip…there was no arm twisting and while he wouldn’t openly divulge it, I was actually the first one ready to leave!
The evenings were littered with rooftop terraces and romantic “see & be seen” eateries.
On our last day in the city we decided to d.e.t.o.x. While on a morning run we came across a spa…on a boat! So fitting and appropriate that we couldn’t possibly pass it up.
So with that, we’re off again. Toronto bound with a layover in the 1000 Islands. I’m so tired of LOCKS and I know you’re tired of hearing about them…but since this was the last one (for the short term) and also the largest thus far AND since I forgot to put my gloves on and now have blisters to prove my efforts, I thought one last lock photo was in order.