When my first husband and I were married about two years we decided to take a vacation and we didn't have a lot of money so we had to be creative, which he certainly was. With another couple we drove up to somewhere just over the Canadian border to go fishing both the guys loved to fish. When we got to some landing, the name escapes me, we had to park and leave the car, unload our gear and take a boat to the small island where we would be staying. Once there we were met at the shore by a man looking alot like Grizzly Adams. We all got into his landrover and were driven for about an hour to a resort which consisted of 12 cabins which circled the main lodge that looked like something out of a story book, so beautiful and wild. The air was crisp and sweet smelling, it practically made one feel whoozy. Peggy and I picked out which cabin we wanted and the men, George and my Eddie brought in our gear. The cabins were all made of cedar pine inside and had a small kitchen, bathroom and bedroom/sittingroom. There was a four poster bed with a heavenly soft lush down comforter and several big fluffy pillows. That night we heard the dinner bell and we ate at the Lodge with about 18 other people all around these two big tables. The food was so good or maybe it was the fresh air and the excitement. The really romantic part came after we had finished eating, roasting marshmallows around a fire pit in the center of the floor and singing songs. Everyone retired because we had to be up by 4:00 am to go out fishing. The ambiance was too much for Eddie and I and we stayed up way too long feathering our feather bed so to speak. The next morning we were up and in the boat with our two friends and our Indian guide. It was soooo early, the loons were on the lake and the mist was almost too thick to see but you could hear the water splashing where the hungry fish were jumping. In a matter of four hours we had caught our limit of Walleyes for the day. When we got back to shore we asked the guide to filet 5 and put the rest in the cooler to take home with us. That night I made the best beer batter fried fresh fish you can imagine for the four of us and a big Italian salad. The Lodge also had a cute general store with pretty fresh produce flown in by small plane. As a guest you could either eat your own food, eat the fish or eat at the Lodge. We had quite an adventure which would take a book to describe but briefly our neighbor George caught a 44 inch Northern that they had to club and shot in the head to get it into the boat, it looked like an aligator, big with hundreds of razor sharp teeth. I caught a bass that was a record breaker and my picture went onto the wall of fame in the lodge holding my fish. While out for a walk Peg and I found 3 baby rabbits but couldn't touch them or the mother would desert them. I took several photos however. That was Eddie and my first and last romantic vacation together, he was so happy and we laughed and laughed, made many new friends and made mad passionate love constantly. Ladies think about it that clean crisp air up there is like a aphrodesiac(?)it turns a mild mannered man into a lustful wild beast, yeehaaa! We brought back three coolers full of fileted frozen fish and had many fish fries with our families for months afterwards.
P.S. I also went out and bought a down comforter for our own bed.

[ April 29, 2006, 05:48 PM: Message edited by: chatty lady ]