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Fishing for Muskie with Murray.

(painting by the author) The only way it could have been better is if I'd caught it instead of Murray. I sure had my chance. Mountain...

If there’s an icon for cottage life it should not be a pine tree against the sky or a loon, it shoul

One day in a recent summer. All day long it has threatened to rain. The wind keeps telling us so. The warm wet air whistles through the...

Opening up on a chilly day in May

We’d been away so long by the time we arrived the loons had forgot whose island this is (or had we?) and tried to run us off. Like two...

Propane and The Honorary Grandfather. Part 3

There came a day when the work was done and we stood gazing fondly at the finished product. It was beautiful, looked just like Annie's...

The Honorary Grandfather. Part 2

Our first May long weekend came and we arrived to find that Jim had installed the water line, serviced the Briggs and Stratton, and we...

The honorary grandfather. Part 1.

We met him on a blustery day at Stoney Point Marina where Zolt wanted to introduce us to the “young man” who was taking over his cottage...

The Kayaks came to Rebel's Isle last summer and our life at the cottage was changed forever!

We were in town provisioning for two blissful weeks of mid summer holiday. This day was blistering hot - enough to make you dizzy; boil...

I may hold some sort of record for putting off a chore.

Annie has been waiting, her temper one degree below the boiling point, for me to do something about the rusty old screens

The bear has gone and it’s time we were too.

This is the time of year that a two year old bear’s mother kisses her cubs goodbye and sends them off to find their own territory. She...

A tornado came through while we were away.

According to Murray, the tornado began as three small twisters that merged into one big one right before his eyes. Sunday afternoon, July...

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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