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It makes me smile when broadcasters across the Great Lakes add “. . . colder by the lake” to the end of a weather forecast. That phrase, a true one, has been part of daily living all my life. I’ve always lived close to one of the lakes, and spent summers on them too. There is no better feeling than the invigorating chill of the microclimates they create. (Click the map for a closer look)
I live now on Georgian Bay, an inland sea braced to the west by the Niagara Escarpment and to the east by rugged bedrock flattened out by glaciers. It is an island-studded paradise 190 km (120 mi) long by 80 km (50 mi) wide that I have yearned to live on all my life. See more on Tumblr.
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I’ve done many circuits of the Great Lakes over time. My grandmother ran a fishing lodge at Red Bay on the Bruce Peninsula. Our family spent summers in the village of Bayfield on Lake Huron, and I went to camp on Lake Michigan near Traverse City. My parents’ life took them from Ontario to Ohio on Lake Erie and I went to grad school on Lake Michigan outside Chicago.
Time in Thunder Bay introduced me to the incredible beauty of Lake Superior’s north shore. I’ve crossed from Tobermory to Manitoulin Island on the Chi Cheemaun ferry countless times. I’ve lived in The Beach neighborhood of Toronto, in the historic lakefront town of Oakville and in recent years, tucked high up under the Niagara Escarpment with a long view of Lake Ontario from the top of my street. But I’ve never lost my reverential love of Georgian Bay.