Today I love great mysteries like the wrecks of ships that have gone down in my beloved Georgian Bay and where those wrecks might be hiding. I love that the exact whereabouts of the Jane Miller, discovered last July and acknowledged last Autumn on November 25th, the 136th anniversary of her demise, are still unrevealed but the vague description of the location is pretty close to where my cottage is and I’m excited that it might be near here. I love that my bay is a place full of history, love that I grew up here hearing stories of storms and good fortune and luck and bad fortune and ill fate. I am sad that so many lives have been lost on these waters, but I love that we honor those losses and cherish our history. I love that there is a mystique about these waters, a spine tingling feeling of awe when she stands up and rails against gravity and shore line, and heaven help any ship caught in that tantrum of behemoth power and strength. I love that there are a few whose ships were lost beneath them and who have survived over the decades, and one story tells of survivors who drifted across the bay from West to East and then in a backing wind were returned almost to the scene of the wreck of their ship before they were deposited on land. I love that my bay has not yet taken anyone from me though not for want of trying for she nearly got my brother when we were young teens and why she never succeeded is still somewhat of a mystery to us all.
Today I love being at the cottage. I love that it rained almost all day yesterday and I was able to read for most of the day. I love that we have a piano at the cottage and that piano music often just happens there. I love that we might open up the bunky today and see what we can do with it to make it useful to us in the coming season. I love that it was kind enough to keep our kayaks protected.
Today I love fried breakfast with fresh market bread and eggs and bacon. I love that the telescope we bought for a few dollars is now functional, though it required the semi professional help of an eye doctor to determine how to make it work. I love that there are lots of things that writers clearly are not good at, that keeps me from having a swollen head. 😉
Today I love drinking coffee on the shore of my wild, beautiful, awful and powerful bay, and saying “God speed” to her victims.