Port Severn

We went away last weekend. I found an inn in Port Severn (about 150 km more or less north of Toronto) that promised old world charm and great views. I booked a land view room since we can see Ontario Lake from our apartment and it wasn’t a big deal. Little did I know that “land view” actually meant “a view of the wall opposite the room.” And it was fun to find the coffee maker sitting next to the bathroom sink (because there was no available space in the stamp-sized bedroom). Some people take a book or the newspaper to the bog to pass the time, some drink coffee…

We napped and relaxed and later went in search of a restaurant in the area. Our trusty sat-nav, a.k.a. Ken, directed us to a place called Honey Harbor Cafe but we decided to stop at a restaurant called Amicci because it seemed to be quite popular. The food was good but the service was appalling: Sean got his main course before we got the appetizer and my order got lost in the confines of the kitchen and arrived much later. Anyway, that aside, we found where the real Canadians are hiding. Yup, in the forest. There was not a foreigner (except Sean and I, that is) in sight.

Sunday, we took a pontoon cruise around the Muskoka Lake and Gloucester Pool. We got to see the only manually operated lock being operated manually (the lake is part of the Trent-Severn Waterway System and there are quite a few locks) and a strange contraption with slings and rails that lifts boats and deposits them on the next lake over. The weather wasn’t very good, it was overcast and windy, but we enjoyed the cruise nonetheless.

Then followed a long crawl back to the apartment.

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