A few years ago we spent some time as liveaboards at Bluffers Park Marina in Scarborough. Wendy and I, along with a few friends created this wonderful hangout we referred to as the “Bluffers Beach Club” – it was all about the view of wide open Lake Ontario in the summer and in winters the wind driven seas covered everything in a sculpture of magnificence only nature can create.
In 2009 we marked the spot with a 65 pound Danforth anchor.
We had bent the Danforth in Bimini Bahamas in 1991, and once an anchor is bent, even if it is straightened, it should not be trusted again, so it was a good item to make our mark. We drilled the rock and installed concrete anchors to hold it, grinded the bolts down so it can not be removed and we marked it “J W T 09” (Joe Wendy Tiger).
I was at the marina a few days ago on a job and was saddened to find that “our” Beach Club has been abandoned, overgrown with weeds and apparently used only by vagrants now to drink beer and sit around the fire. I guess the boaters lost interest…..
They say all good things have to come to an end one day, so the good times and the funky place the Bluffer Beach Club once was, is now for the memory banks but surprisingly, our 65 pound Danforth anchor is still bolted to the rock, albeit well hidden now behind the vegetation that is reclaiming the land.
I took a picture on the 19th of August 2015, 6 years after we installed the anchor and so now I wonder; for how many more years will the Danforth be guarding our memories there on the shore of Lake Ontario…..
A “T Rex” of a winter is in store for us, according to the Old Farmers Almanac.
We will be on the boat, icebound in this location all winter and this blog will chronicle life on the frozen bay……
Today our two very different webcam images can be viewed at the same time, showing the bay shrouded in mist from the boat, while our other cam at Lock 32 of the Trent Severn Waterway in downtown Bobcaygeon is enjoying a clear morning:
Had to take some time off from working on the boat today, after seeing this for the first time on the Great Lakes.
We have seen many of “fish circles” down south, from spawning groupers to barracuda herding their food fish in big circles, but this was the first on our dock at the marina.
Wendy and I have lived in BC, in Mexico, the Turks & Caicos, the Florida Keys, Toronto and Keswick, yet I never stop amazing myself about Bobcaygeon. To me, this little town has something more special than any other place. Maybe because I am getting older and slower, perhaps I have more time now to smell the proverbial roses.
Bobcaygeon is said to be perched upon “the land (in) between”.
A Land Between is what ecologists call an “ecotone”; a transitional area of geology and vegetation between two differing land masses.
This ecotone lies between the rocky Canadian Shield and the grassy St. Lawrence Lowlands, stretching across south-central Ontario from Georgian Bay to Kingston.
This landscape is less rugged than in the near-north, but not as flat and arable as to the south. Here, you may notice more open areas and exposed bedrock in shades of grey and pink. Looking further you will see that the landscape undulates in patterns of low to high and wet to dry. It has fewer roads than areas to the south, small dispersed communities like Bobcaygeon, scattered farm lands between woods, and a diversity of nature.
Our Land Between is home to a host of overlapping species from the north and the south, which has encouraged sharing between First Nations cultures for thousands of years. European settlers couldn’t figure out what to do with its ever-changing patchwork of rock barrens, rivers, lakes and marshlands and it wasn’t until the Victorian fascination with “wilderness” that The Land Between found a place in the collective psyche of Canadians.
So, that’s the scientific description but to me, this “land between” means that I live somewhere between the tropics and the arctic, so to speak. I enjoy the change of seasons and even winter, but I don’t like the completely frozen tundra where ice covers all the waters that are so important to me. (Neither can I handle the tropical heat like I used to anymore.) In Bobcaygeon, in between the beauty of snow and ice, there is always some open water to sooth my soul and I am fortunate to live on the side of a channel of rapids that don’t freeze over and there is plenty of places for me to see open water, year round.
It certainly helped to make the transition of going from 30 years of full time living on a boat, to a seasonally land based residence.
Here are a few images I just took on this wonderful day around Beautiful Bobcaygeon:
Wendy has this thing about lobster. The Caribbean kind, AKA “spiny lobster” or “crawfish”.
We used to do a lot of lobstering down south. She would spend her days hunting underwater for anything that moved.
Those days are over, so now on her wishlist exists for all occasions: LOBSTER
Even for Christmas…..