L’Islet became my refuge, my sanctuary – so much the better without electricity, running water or telephone. I have many wonderful memories of happy summers boating, fishing and swimming in the pristine waters of Georgian Bay.

This story takes place the year that I was probably 8 years old. So for those of you who can do the math it was around 1970. We were at the cottage while my dad was taking one of his first trips across the Bay and back to Sans Souci with a couple of his navigator...