Bayfield, Ontario

And so we finally made it to Bayfield.  Bayfield is a picturesque small town on the coast of Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada.  There are no stoplights, no malls, no movie theaters, no . . . well, instead of what there is not, it is shorter to say what there is.  There is a lovely center of town which is a park, including a gazebo, a playground, and some grass.  Around it there are a couple of lovely, quaint, churches, a small convenience grocery store, and a community center.  Just next to the center park, is "main street" which is complete with two ice cream shops (and the commercial part of main street is less than a mile long,) many boutiques, restaurants, bars, a library, a bookstore, several art studios, and an inn (oh, and a dog store too, which we were sure to patronize, several times!)  You can get internet in front of the library (in it I'm sure too) and that's about it.  A couple blocks away from this "main street" is Lake Huron, with many beach accesses, a cute public park overlooking the lake, and a marina.  On a bluff overlooking the lake, sits an adorable cottage, and that is where we were lucky enough to stay, with our two dogs!  My brother's wife's mother owns this cottage, that was passed down to her, and is a super sweet lady and was generous to let us stay for a week in their paradise.  The cottage is rustic and charming- no internet, no air conditioning, just a breeze off of the lake and some lovely sunsets!  The dogs loved the very flat, very green yard that encircles the house- they ran many laps round and round the house with their "cousins."  The first night we spent with our "mother of our sister-in-law" whatever you call her, beyond wonderful (we call her Margie,) my niece, Ava, and Margie's dog, "Missy."  It was a bit stormy, but all of the dogs had fun anyhow.

Water Wubba is Vixen's love!

The next morning, Margie headed back home to Michigan, and shortly after, my Brother, Stephen, his wife, Karen, one of my nephews, Brendon, their 1-2 year old, rescued Weimaraner, Jackson, and their brand new kitten, Ernie, joined us at the cabin.  My other nephew, Spencer, instead embarked on a boyscout adventure to Jamboree!  Anyhow, you're probably ready for some pictures by now, so here they come.  It was stormy most of the day, but we got a couple of hours to play with the dogs down by the lake (well, and in the lake too!)

Benny retrieves his "West Paw Zisc"

Vixen retrieves his Water Wubba!

My nephew, Brendon, throws the ball for Jackson, while Benny brings back the Zisc!

Jackson swam until we left, Vixen has his Wubba, and Benny has his Zisc!

The sun sets . . .

The dogs had so much fun, but eventually the sun came down, and we went up (the hill, to the cabin.)

My niece, Ava, and her dog, Jackson, in front of the sunset!

 My niece, Ava, found a new passion in photography and took many, many pictures with my camera, including this family shot in front of the cottage:

In front of the cabin, watching the sunset (from left to right): me, Jackson (look over my chair,) Stephen, Karen, and Brendon

 And so, that day ends, and I move to the next post (in the interest of keeping things from rambling on and on . . .)