A snap from a rainy day in October. Mid-pandemic.
Where the Bonnechere starts
It was a weekend well spent, at the mouth of the Bonnechere River.
In the middle of Ontario somewhere between Barry's Bay and Pembroke, a group of friends got together to share core-warming meals and wood panelled quarters.
A beautiful hand built cedar strip canoe hosted live book readings and chartered quiet lake tours, while a single shotgun and a box of clay pigeons provided loud cracks and complimentary cheers.
Many a fishing line was cast, but not a fish came in from the lake.
Here are a few photos: