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Stuck in a pipe on our way to Mountain Lake.

The mine looms above the trees like a post-apocalyptic horror, its mirror image fills the tranquil surface of a lake connected to Kosh by...

Thank you, Jim McTaggart.

Thank you, Jim,for taking us under your wing when we first came to Rebel’s Isle, thirty years ago. We were well-meaning but slightly...

Victoria Day. We came, we opened, we went home.

It may be worth noting that Canada is the last country in the British Commonwealth that still celebrates the birthday of our beloved...

Living with Cottage Country labour.

(One spring several years ago) Jim McTaggart has departed the lake. We miss him all ready. Very selfishly, because the troubles have...

The beaver's table

I’m way too pleased with myself. I’m nearly finished with my first piece of rustic furniture, a coffee table made in part from the bones...

Night skating on black ice.

When the Silver Goddess of winter is in the mood for giving gifts she will gaze at un-rippled winter water and command the lake to...

The Kestrel chick.

I first noticed the little bird hopping along the spine of rock that juts from the center of the island, with my cat stalking a little...

Howard Fairman and the time machine.

Photo courtesy of Cail MacLean. (left) The MacLeans, (right) the Fairmans Rebel’s Isle is a tiny little wooded rock with a 30’x30’ wooden...

A dark and stormy day in Lakefield.

There were storms predicted for that day and we cottagers know it is wise to take those things seriously. This area is on the edge of...

Suddenly, I'm the handyman.

One day late in May I phoned one of my favourite people up in cottage country. “So, Ray, I’ve got a long list for you, you ready to do...

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Things that go bump in the lake

Our new normal.

Cottaging in the age of Covid-19

Back in prison again.

Dear whoever you were, you just missed hitting a rock.

Farewell, Ray Harvey, thanks for everything.

38 years, and yes, it's getting harder.

Welcome home, old friend.

The thing with the spider.

Get a perch, straight down.

WHY this blog?

I have 30 years worth of stories to tell about my cottage life. Every now and then I'd scribble by the wood burning stove, or out on the dock, then stuff the notebook into the bookcase I'd built. One day I sent a story to some friends and since then they've pestered me to publish.

This seems like a good way to start, and if enough people indicate they like them maybe there will be a book. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Look in every week or so and you'll find another story about what it's been like to have a cottage on Rebel's Isle.

I hope you like them, and if you do, please share with someone.

Thanks,

Paul Grissom