I’m a little bit country?

A couple of weeks ago Crazy Cat Lady requested my presence at her cottage for the Saturday-Sunday of the long weekend (okay really she asked if I was free and of course I was so I said why not).  Now I have never been to CCL’s cottage, but I assumed like other cottages I’d been to, that I would drive up to some small housing structure that smelled musty and had bugs roaming around and I’d spend most of the weekend swatting mosquitoes off me.

However as CCL and I were driving up north (North of Barrie) she said her brother would bring the boat around to pick us up and take us to the cottage.

Say what?

This cottage is on an island – no roads – so we park in a parking lot and you need someone who has a boat to pick you up from the dock and then you take the boat to the cottage.

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Okay, I was okay with that – seemed a bit more rustic than I was used to, but sure – why not have an adventure.  So we drove, and drove and finally the inevitable happened – we had to pee.  No, sorry I had to pee and when I said it CCL immediately had to pee too.  I saw a sign that said a Country Style donuts and gas station were at the next exit so I whipped over to the right hand lane and got off and I am pretty sure we were on another small highway.  There was nothing – no exits no Donut store and no gas station.  So we kept driving and driving for about 15 minutes and FINALLY, thank you Lord, we saw the Country Style donuts and gas station.  Let me tell you – that damn sign was misleading.  If it wasn’t for me making random turns we never would have made it.

After taking some pics and emptying our full bladders we drove into the small town of Mactier and did some grocery shopping and headed to the dock.

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CCL’s brother came to get us and we took the boat to the cottage.  As CCL pointed out this cottage I immediately knew I would be a happy camper.  This cottage was beautiful and high up on this beautiful cliff and the closer we got the more pretty everything seemed.  We were greeted by her father, Omi, Opa and her dad’s girlfriend. 

Having a great time!

Having a great time!

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Amazingly the inside was even more beautiful than the outside.  CCL and I shared a room with two single beds so we dropped our stuff and went out on to this huge deck and I soaked up some cancer rays sun while CCL hid her white skin under the umbrella. 

Sharing drinks and laughs, the ladies gossiped and we all got to know each other as the boys worked on the new dock.  Her brother took us out on the new speed boat and we drove around the island at speeds that seemed illegal but was so much fun! 

Dinner was lobster tail, beef tenderloin, mashed potatoes and caesar salad with birthday cake and cupcakes for dessert (we were celebrating CCL’s dads 50th birthday). 

We were in bed early due to the warm air, wine and filling meal and happily I dreamt away with no anxiety – no meltdowns.  I was in complete peace. 

The next morning we had breakfast, relaxed played Crazy 8 countdown (CCL won 2-3) and then took the boat back to the dock so we could go home.  I was just starting to really feel like I could get used to the isolation – be engulfed in the peace and quiet of country life when we pulled up the dock her dad pointed out the worlds largest, creepiest dock spider I had ever seen and just like that I was ready to come back to the city. 

We survived!

We survived!

This Cidiot can be a little bit country – but deep down, my heart and my incredible fear of spiders will keep me in the big bad city!

XOXO Nikilee

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