This week I decided to switch around some days off so my mother and I could go up north to Lake of Bays to visit my great Aunt. She has a family cottage up there and she stays there for 1 month every summer. It is a place we have visited every summer for about as long as I can remember. I have fond memories of building sandcastles with cousins, staying in the water until my toes were wrinkly, walking along the shoreline, looking at all the old photographs, and dreaming about one day living in such a beautiful place.
Isn't it beautiful? I'm so glad I made it, even if just for an afternoon visit. :)