From my Window the... Lake

Dawn at Lion's Head Beach

This morning I watched the sun rise over part of the Niagara Escarpment on Georgian Bay, a bay off Lake Huron, one of the Great Lakes of North America.

We set up the trailer on the edge of the inlet at the Lion's Head Beach Park Camp ground yesterday after a 2 hour drive north from Stratford. Lion's Head is on what is known as the Bruce Peninsula a large spit of land dividing Georgian Bay from Lake Huron.

This morning, from my bed in the trailer, I watched a humming bird flit around in the shrubbery on the edge of the lake.

The lion's head 

The town is called Lion's Head after a rock formation in the end of the cliffs on the small bay which in certain light conditions resembles the head of a lion. Something I have noticed on my trips to Canada is that no matter where one goes, there are always gulls and one doesn't necessarily need to be anywhere near the sea. The gulls here are particularly raucous and are always patrolling the lake edge by the camp sites looking for food scraps. Mallard ducks also swim backwards and forwards doing the same thing. Even Canada geese do the same thing.

It's 8 am and already it's hot in the sun. The temperature is expected to reach 29°C later today.

We drove to the Grotto, a cave system on the lake, but we were turned away at the gate as the place was full. At 8 o'clock this morning 200 cars had already passed through the gates so we headed to Tobamorey a lake-side town at the end of the Bruce Peninsula for coffee, but the place we wanted to go to was closed. ???? So back to Lion's Head it was and a visit to the Lion's Head lookout through a walk in the forest on the headland. We found numerous lookout points, but unfortunately didn't venture further along enough to get to the actual lion's head rock formation. We took some photos then headed back to camp for lunch as we were expecting friends of the family to visit later in the afternoon.

After lunch the boys and I went to find another cave system nearby, but I wasn't allowed to go to the caves as I was not wearing closed shoes. The owner at the pay office asked me if I was seriously going to walk through the caves in slops, and I said yes, I had just walked to the lion's head in them and was told that I couldn't go to the caves in them, so I stayed in the car while the boys ventured off. At least they showed me some pics. We may visit again another day. (We didn't.)

When we returned to the camp I was greeted by the news via Whatsapp that one of my young kittens had escaped from the cattery where they are staying, and she had climbed into the ceiling of the house there. She is one of two 9 month old feral kittens I adopted and tamed from a litter of four from work. She is very adventurous and it's hardly surprising that she made an escape. I felt very helpless so far away but was assured by the owner of the cattery they would do their best to capture her and return her to her brother in the pen. I didn't sleep too well.