My piece of Heaven

If you are somewhat familiar with my blogs and have read my “Canada Day” post, then you already know my love and obsession for Canada.

If you have not yet read that post, I totally recommend doing that first so that this post makes a little more sense to you, but I’ll do a little recap!

It’s been 5 years since I last got to go to our little cabins in Canada AKA my now little piece of heaven.

A lot has happened in the last 5 years.


Both my dog and my grandfather passed away. They both also loved Canada. My grandfather was the one who got the Canada tradition going. He’s been going up there fishing for as long as I could remember and he talked about it all the time. It was the one thing that he always looked forward to and he knew how much my brother and I also loved it. My dog also loved going up there swimming in the lake and swimming after our boat when we would leave go to fishing. I think she just loved being on the boat smelling the fish too much to stay back in the cabin.

We used to go to the same cabins every year for as long as I could remember. After a while, the fishing went downhill and my grandparents were getting older, so we stopped going. Since then we have only returned about 2 or 3 times. I never took it for granted because I didn’t know when I would have the chance to go back up there. That spot in Canada was the one stable thing in my life. I knew that no matter how long we don’t go for, that when we do go again its going to be exactly the same no matter what. To me, Canada has always been a second home and the one thing I could always count on to make me happy.

Well… after 5 years, I FINALLY got to go back up there this month, actually I just returned home 4 days ago and my experience up there taught me that times really do change.

Just like last time, my trip included my boyfriend, parents, brother, and his girlfriend. Only this time, for the first time since I was like a preteen, I was going to be reunited with an old friend of mine who I met up there way back when I was tiny ( by tiny I mean both younger and skinner).

When we went to Canada every year we were surrounded by the same people. It was a tradition. Everyone would go up there during the same week every year, so it was like being reunited with family from all over. Of course the last time we were up there with everyone we did not know it would be our last time, so when it happened I didn’t think I would ever see any of those people ever again. We probably stopped going while I was in middle school. I am now 25 so the chance to see an old friend again was the best, but as I mentioned before times really do change.

I had this image of what I thought this trip was going to be like, and I was way off. We didn’t do any of the things that we would usually do. There was no boogie boarding, no cheese and crackers at night, barely spent any time in town, and the time I spent with my old friend was short. We all kind of just did our own thing and nothing was like how it used to be. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up though.

The only thing that was the same was the property itself. The cabins were just the same as they were back when I was a little girl, besides some small updates, and the lake was just was peaceful as it has always been. It wasn’t Canada that changed, it was all of us.

The trip itself was nice though for the most part. It takes us about 6-7 hours to get to Ontario from Pennsylvania. We always stop at this diner in New York State called “Good Gollys”. They never disappoint, they have such good chocolate milk there, by the way.

We spent most of the trip fishing, kayaking, and eating. My boyfriend THINKS he’s an outdoors person, but little does he know he is the complete opposite! This boy just is not fit for outdoors stuff. He is more of a city person who needs to be doing something at all times and likes to be loud and able to go shopping and do city like things. I’m not sure he is aware of that though. When we were fishing he was just having no luck at all. While he was putting a warm on my pole he handed me his. Within seconds I got a bite with his pole that he literally just handed off to me. It ended up being a very good size Pike. So, he was mad that it would have been him that caught it if he wasn’t baiting my pole. THEN, a little while later my dad was still joking with him about it and my boyfriend started joking back telling me to hand him my pole again. As I went to do so I got ANOTHER bite right as I was in the process of handing him my pole. I ended up catching another Pike, and then didn’t get anything the rest of the trip. Maybe, that’s because the rest of the time I was on the boat I was somehow fishing with no line. We were about to go back to shore so I started to reel in my line. After like 2 minutes I was so confused as to why I wasn’t seeing my hook. Turns out, something must have broken my line and I was literally fishing with no line for who knows how long. Hey, I never said I was an outdoors person either.


The whole time we were there though I could just picture my dog and grandfather everywhere I turned. I knew that they were there, somewhere, with us. Their spirit covered every inch of that place. That’s why no matter how much the times change and we change, that Canada will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s where I feel the closest to my beloved dog and grandfather, it’s my own little piece of Heaven.

What kind of Summer traditions do you have?

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