Normally Canada reminds me of swimming in a lake, fishing, reading in a hammock, making bon fires, sun bathing on the dock, tubing and cliff jumping. But this trip to Canada was a very different experience.
On Thursday morning, my grandma Mira, my friend Naomi and I, departed at 6am from New York and drove for 9 hours.
On Thursday morning, my grandma Mira, my friend Naomi and I, departed at 6am from New York and drove for 9 hours.
Thousand Islands Bridge.
Our usual lunch stop, diner/gas station.
One advantage of ice fishing is being able to leave your line down until you are ready to check on it.
We got across the lake on a trailer pulled by a four wheeler. We even had the luxury of sitting in plastic chairs.
By the time we headed back, the snow created a whiteout and the land was hardly visible.
