After the mess of the first few days, things started looking up. We took another stab at the Cup and Saucer trail and this time the weather was gorgeous. Even better, my good friend came with us and though we got lost a few times on the trail it was so interesting and gorgeous none of us minded all that much.
Oh, by the way – if you’re scared of snakes, scroll quickly past this post. You have been warned.
I wrapped my friend’s scarf around my head (one thing about Manitoulin, it’s impossible to find a hat for a less-than-feminine-haired person) and took so many photographs of trees you’d think I’m writing a book about dryads (uh… I am). The dog was in his element as we made our way through the beautiful trail and took a few wrong turns, including one that showed us tiny raccoon prints in the mud. At this part of the trail my girlfriend dived into the bushes to catch a snake, because that’s her thing.
Of course she caught it. She’s badass. That’s a little garter snake, so cute.
I didn’t make it to the end of the trail, only my girlfriend did. Why? Well… I can barely keep myself upright on flat ground sometimes, and the last part of the trail involved a very steep climb. We sat at the bottom for a while then my girlfriend kept going while we headed back to the car.
Luckily she took my camera with her. This is what it looks like from the top of the Cup and Saucer trail.
After this we went to a craft store run by a M’Chigeeng woman who makes the most wonderful things. I wanted a pair of moccasins but instead I bought a Pendleton blanket with stripes of glorious colour since I’d seen one similar in Providence Bay that was double the price and nowhere near as pretty. It is over my lap as I write this and I love it.
I also bought some tiny moccasins for my nephew who, as it turned out, was born that week.
A shorter, easier trail the next day brought us to Misery Bay, so named because the settlers there hated the amount of mosquitoes and bugs. Fortunately there weren’t many on our trip, and we spent some time on the sand bar looking out into lake Huron. Manitoulin is a beautiful island with many stunning views.
The rest of the vacation was peaceful and enjoyable for the most part. We ate good food (I tried musk-ox! It was awful, let’s stick to its yarn please), had good company, and even the weather brightened up towards the end of the week.
Honestly, I was starting to miss our bed and our quiet.
On the last day we went to Gore Bay and had breakfast in a place that didn’t have any sausages left and there was a whole bunch of yarn based stalls at the local farmer’s market. This is where I found my local yarn, to my utter delight.
I don’t like sharing too much of a sock/yarn when it’s a gift for someone, so here’s a preview. You can see how crisp and crunchy the yarn is. Apparently it’s fluffs up upon washing but I’ve got a thing for a good crunch in my wool so I wouldn’t mind either way.
It’s dyed with indigo and goldenrod which fascinates me. There were many other types of natural dyed wool, including a willow leaf one that I bought. If only she had woad with her!
The dyer is Freshisle Fibres and I suggest you check out the site. There are some lovely yarns there even if the site is a tad retro. The yarn is good and that’s what matters, right?
After stashing away my new yarn acquisition it was time to leave. Oh, Manitoulin. Though I enjoyed visiting, I can’t say I’ll be in a rush to get back there any time soon, not even for the pretty yarn. It’s a strange place and we discovered quite soon that it was better for people who like fishing than anyone else!
Still, no regrets on the trip. I found a lot of happiness there and it was great to have a rest.
Now, back to reality. That part’s less exciting.