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Cottage country populations are booming. Are rural areas ready for the wave of new residents?

My wife, Lynn, and I purchased a cottage in November of 2019, back in the final, carefree weeks of the Before Times.

It’s not a cottage anymore.

The property we bought was unusual, the kind we never expected to encounter. The living quarters were nothing special: a modest, seven-year-old, one-storey build with a small kitchen, three bedrooms, and an open-concept living space. The location, however, was perfect for us. It was surrounded by forest with no neighbouring cottages in sight and just a short bike ride to the lake.

But it wasn’t on a rural road, nestled amid acres of wilderness. It was located in a forgotten Huntsville, Ont., subdivision six kilometres east of the city centre, a quick jaunt down Hwy. 60, and it featured the full suite of amenities and hookups: municipal water, sewer, and garbage services; plus underground electricity, phone, cable, and natural gas. All that forest was made up of dozens of undeveloped lots that had been sitting unsold for years. Our property was one of only four built parcels the entire length of the street.

At the time, we couldn’t believe our luck. We were getting all the seclusion of a rural property without the hassles of water wells, septic systems, or propane tanks. We knew that the surrounding lots would eventually get bought and built, but we expected it to happen gradually. We figured we would have this corner of Muskoka all to ourselves for another three to five years. Those three to five years lasted six months. Buyers started snapping up lots in the spring of 2020. By June, some of them were already being cleared for development. Today, there are no lots left for sale. Fresh air and birdsong have been eclipsed by the belching and beeping of backhoes. Eight new homes have been completed and eight more are under construction. None of them are modest. They are massive properties, the kind you don’t live in seasonally. The new neighbours are here for good.

I’m not complaining. It’s still a great property, and we enjoy it tremendously. Even so, the lightning pace of the metamorphosis—and the social, economic, and cultural upheaval it represents—is astonishing. That’s a lot of people pulling up stakes, churning up settled ways like an outboard in the water.

And it’s not just happening on my street. In the post-pandemic era, small communities everywhere, the kind that once welcomed cottagers for ten weeks of the summer then went quiet the rest of the year, are experiencing an influx of year-round residents. A huge chunk of economic activity is being transferred from urban to rural areas, and a whole swath of society seems to be relocating and reorganizing itself. The change is still in progress, and no one knows yet what it will look like once it settles down.

From the cottage he owns on Kasshabog Lake in Ontario’s Kawartha region, Terry Rees has a perfect vantage point on the Great Cottage-Country Migration. “There are about 600 properties on Kasshabog, but typically there would never be more than 100 families around,” he says. “Now, there’s 300 on any given day, and 500 on the weekends. And there’s more activity on the lake at all times of the year.”

Rees also happens to be the executive director of the Federation of Ontario Cottagers’ Associations, so he’s been tracking the migration in communities other than his own. “It’s happening everywhere, and the pandemic has been a huge trigger,” he says. “We know from our surveys that lots of people retired and moved to the cottage—they decided, ‘I’m close enough, I’ll take the pension and go.’ Others decided that, if they’re going to work from home, they’d rather be at the lake than in a condo.”

At this moment, you’ll likely hear a similar story from municipal leaders in most rural towns across southern Ontario. “Last April, the number of ambulance calls we received was up 64 per cent from the year before,” says Carol Moffatt, the former mayor of The Township of Algonquin Highlands, near Algonquin Park, with a population of about 2,600 people scattered across its 1,000 square kilometres. “In April! That’s shoulder season. There’s not supposed to be anyone up here in April. But our year-round population had increased.”

The migration actually began before Covid. Cottage prices have been going up for years, a reflection of increased demand for properties. Rees says the changes on Kasshabog Lake have been underway for about a decade: as properties change hands, new owners invest in upgrades so they can spend more time there. Rees says the pandemic has accelerated this process, and the data bears him out. The pandemic turned a modest trend into a mass movement.

In 2021, a total of 73,500 Toronto residents packed up and moved to other parts of Ontario. Last year, that number increased to 78,100. Other large cities across Canada have experienced a similar exodus. Back before the days of remote work and Zoom meetings, those people would have moved to a nearby suburb and commuted to the office. Now, the old real estate adage “drive until you qualify” has become meaningless— without a daily commute to worry about, you can drive as far from the city as you want.

This helps explain why, from 2016 to 2021, four of Canada’s ten fastest-growing communities were located in Ontario cottage country: Wasaga Beach (population increase 20.3 per cent), Tillsonburg (17.3 per cent), Collingwood (13.8 per cent), and Woodstock (13.6 per cent). Those all happen to be “big” small towns, ranging in population from 18,000 to 47,000. They have paved roads and restaurants and big box shopping districts and hospitals. They have some ability to accommodate growth.

For smaller villages and rural areas, it’s a different story. Those communities, which have spent years worrying about their declining populations, are now dealing with a cavalcade of new residents. It looks like an answer to their prayers. In reality, it could be a mixed blessing.

When a tiny municipality like Algonquin Highlands experiences a 64 per cent increase in April ambulance calls, it’s more than just a sign of residential growth. It’s actually a wicked problem whose solution sets other variables in motion. If a municipality puts more ambulances into service, it will need to build a new ambulance bay. And it’ll need to increase winter road maintenance so that ambulances can get to their calls, which will mean more plows.

All of this assumes that an increase in shoulder-season EMS calls is stable and reliable. But it’s obviously neither of those things right now, because the migration wave is still rising. When will it peak? What if it crests and then recedes? What are the demographics of the incoming population? What are they likely to need ambulances for? Snowmobile accidents? Slips and falls? Heart attacks while shoveling snow? Just what is the community responding to here?

The same logic applies to other municipal services. The more local parks and trails get used, the more maintenance they require—and the more complaints the municipalities get when maintenance doesn’t happen promptly. When everything in a community gets used more intensively, everything needs more intensive, and more frequent, attention.

According to Rees, these are the questions that now beset Ontario’s rural councils. “Bancroft staffs all its emergency services based on the expectation that 70 per cent of the community isn’t there in the winter. That’s not the case anymore.” As the snow melts, other problems are exposed. Hastings County, which includes Bancroft, is facing an unprecedented number of building permit requests: a total of 335 were issued for homes and businesses in 2022, with a total value of more than $32 million, compared to 243 permits issued valued at just $13.5 million in 2019. “They’re getting requests for renos, new builds, additions, outbuildings, you name it,” says Rees, who speaks regularly with officials from across cottage country. “Council agendas are jampacked. They’ve got reams of complex proposals and not enough planners or staff or bylaw officers to process them all.”

That construction, as it proceeds, is going to generate lots of debris. And the new, year-round residents are going to produce lots more garbage. So when town staff aren’t processing construction permits, they’ll be scouting new dump sites, because the current one will need replacing years earlier than expected. That’s what happened in Bluewater, a rural municipality on the shores of Lake Huron that includes the town of Bayfield. In 2019, the local landfill still had an estimated six years remaining in its lifespan; by June of 2022, thanks to mountains of unexpected garbage, it only had five months left to live— a situation that prompted the local council to refuse large loads of construction waste.

And when all the construction is complete, after all those big trucks are done lumbering back and forth thousands of times on rural roads, guess what then? Those roads will all need repaving. “All roads are built to standards based on volume, speed, and load,” says Robin Jones, the mayor of Westport, Ont., a village of 750 people north of Kingston on the Rideau Canal. “Our roads aren’t built to the same standards as the 401.”

After 40 years of managed stasis, places such as Westport and Bancroft aren’t used to thinking about these things. They’re thinking about them now. “There are scanning methods that we can use to assess wear and tear and manage the roads. We’ve learned a lot,” says Jones, who is also the chair of the Rural Ontario Municipalities Association. She is bringing what they’ve learned in Westport to the ROMA conference to share with her peers.

Needless to say, all this stuff must be paid for, and no rural community has that kind of money in the bank. Towns that go quiet through the winter can function on sedate property tax rates, but as they grow into four-season communities, rate increases are among the options on the table. Many waterfront cottagers, whose properties often come with higher tax rates than those on traditional, landlocked lots, bristle at the mention of rate hikes. But the reality is that your tax rate is based upon a set of assumptions that no longer hold true: that the landfill wouldn’t run out of space so soon, the roads wouldn’t suffer so much wear and tear, the ambulance service would more or less shut down for the winter, and the municipal workforce wouldn’t have to grow to accommodate all these new demands. “When most people were only here part-time, we taxed them accordingly,” says Carol Moffatt. “Tax rates will have to go up. It’s a basic business model.”

This is how the system works: we all pay our share for the ambulance service, even if we are less likely than others to use it, so that the paramedics don’t need to ask anyone for a credit card number before rushing them to the hospital. For those who remain part-time cottagers, however, it still stings. Their use of roads and landfills isn’t going up, but there’s a good chance their taxes will.

Whether your taxes are going up or not, your property value definitely is. For nearly two decades now, as big-city real estate prices have rocketed into the stratosphere, rural villages and cottage towns have watched it unfold like a fictional TV program. Rural house prices stayed stable, priced at levels that reflected the rhythms and the workings of a rural economy. With a good, local job, you could afford a good, local home.

As buyers move in from the city, they buy their homes with city money from city jobs. The city economy is bigger, its rhythms faster, its deals fatter. The migration is injecting massive amounts outside wealth into once-insulated communities, and not all its impacts are positive. It’s driving rural prices upward, and it’s pricing locals out. According to Royal LePage, Ontario’s average waterfront recreational property price was forecasted to hit about $738,000 in 2022, up from $653,000 in 2021—and from $413,000 just five years earlier, in 2017.

The migration is also creating a shortage of housing, particularly for renters. Westport, an historic lumber mill town, has a lot of large, stately homes. “Many of them had been subdivided into rental apartments,” says mayor Robin Jones. “With prices rising, some owners recognized it was time to sell, and the buyers turned them back into single-family homes.” Westport is growing. Its restaurants and grocery stores need workers, as do all its other small businesses. But there’s nowhere for those workers to live.

The solutions aren’t obvious. It takes years to plan and build rental housing or new ambulance bays. Meanwhile, employers have begun reversing their pandemic work-from-home policies. Those who could work remotely from the cottage might get called back to the office grind, slowing growth in rural communities.

Others may well discover, after a year or two, that rural living isn’t for them. “I think there’s a natural limit to how many people can live in small rural communities year-round,” says Rees. “It can be stark in winter. There aren’t many restaurants. There are no squash courts or pools. The hospitals are far away if you need care.” Once the migration trend hits its peak, will it plateau or slide back down to earth? No one knows for sure. Not yet at least. Jones believes that, once things settle down, the migration will solve the biggest problem previously facing small towns. “This growth will ensure that rural Ontario survives,” she says.

For now the changes are still underway, and they have longtime residents concerned about the changing character of their communities, and how much urbanity will be injected into their surroundings. “The growth is not a bad thing. It’s good news and we’re proud of it,” says Andrew Sloan, the mayor of Central Elgin, which includes the bucolic lakeside village of Port Stanley—one that’s seen a fair amount of new development. “At the same time, we want the region to be able to keep its small-town character.”

Keeping that character is both a planning challenge and a cultural challenge. “I call it going from ‘cottage country’ to ‘lakeside lifestyle,’ ” says Moffatt, the former mayor of Algonquin Highlands. “And it does come with a collision of values.” Cottagers are all about teaching the kids to catch fish and chop logs. Lifestylers prefer delivery. That’s the stereotype, anyway, and to some degree it fits. “People who move from urban centres come with different expectations of what a municipality can deliver,” says Jones. Moffatt, no longer in politics, is more plain-spoken: “The generational cottagers are accustomed to the way small communities handle things. Many newcomers want things here and now. They are surprised that they might need to bring their own trash to the landfill and are upset to learn that it’s closed on Wednesdays.”

But no one believes the cultural divide will last, and that rapprochement will come sooner than later. “Our newcomers have an interest in keeping the historical character of the community,” says Sloan. “It’s part of what drew them here.” Moffatt agrees, “These are wonderful people moving into our community. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t enjoy the same things generational cottagers do.” The solution, she says, is old-fashioned cottage hospitality: everyone needs to log off Facebook, meet their new neighbours, and get involved in the community. “Once people get to know each other, they’ll sort themselves out,” says Moffat. “We just have to get them out of their echo chambers and into council chambers.”

This story originally appeared in our Mar/Apr ’23 issue.

Philip Preville lives in Peterborough, Ont. He’s an avid hiker and skier. He plans to try canoeing whitewater rapids this summer.

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The cottage region in Eastern Ontario where you might still score a deal

Have you been dreaming about owning a waterfront property in the Outaouais region? A short drive from the nation’s capital, it offers cottage owners (and renters) vast outdoor spaces, waterways, recreational activities and access to cities and towns. 

The Outaouais is a year-round destination. In the winter, it’s home to ski resorts, in the summer months, cottage rentals are popular, and the beaches can be busy. The area is 33,000 square kilometres in size and has more than 15,000 lakes and about a dozen rivers. This makes the opportunity for waterfront property seem even more accessible, although it also means buyers have had to act quickly to buy property because of demand. 

The Outaouais area has seen significant growth in a hot market. John Macintyre, a veteran Century 21 real estate agent in Chelsea, Que., knows the region well. He noticed the increase in demand even before the pandemic, but it continues to grow. “Those nice properties that everybody wants on the big lakes, with the good waterfront and the great views, those places are always scarce,” he says. “So even going into the pandemic, the market was very strong.”

And while the location is accessible from Montreal, Kingston, and even Toronto, most buyers are from the Ottawa-Gatineau area. Most buyers are looking for a property within an hour and a half or less. Are you willing to drive up to two hours? Mcintyre says you’ll have more options. 

These properties don’t last long, so decisions are being made quickly.  “It doesn’t matter how motivated you are. The property is likely going to sell in three days. The logistics of trying to get here and look at a property are tough,” says Macintyre. “People buy recreational properties first with their heart and then with their head. They fall in love with the view, the waterfront, the privacy, the connection to nature somehow.”

We can’t overlook that the pandemic has caused the increased demand. “Lifestyle is a big driver. People don’t have to commute to work, and they can spend more time at their recreational property.” He added that the lack of vacation and travel options in these recent pandemic years are a factor as well.

Whether you’re just visiting or thinking about buying in the area, here’s what to do in the Outaouais:

Visit Parc Omega

With over 2,000 acres of land, Parc Omega is a living museum, home to Canadian wildlife in their own habitats. Drive through, take a walk through the trails, or visit the historic farmstead.

Go golfing

Break out the clubs and hit the greens at one of the local golf courses set against the area’s scenery. Some are within minutes of downtown Ottawa. 

Hit the slopes

Ski resorts are inviting for novice and experienced skiers alike during the winter months, and there are no shortage of après-ski opportunities to enjoy as well.  

Relax at Nordik spa

The Nordik Spa in Old Chelsea, Que. features heated outdoor pools, cooling tanks, saunas, fireplaces, and lounge chairs. After you relax, grab a bite to eat at one of their on-site restaurants. 

Enjoy the beach

There are beaches and lakes to enjoy throughout the Outaouais area. Choose a quiet spot or find a bustling beach filled with activities, such as kayaking or beach volleyball. 

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2022 real estate update: how COVID has shifted the market, possibly forever

When Richard and Heather Jones and their two children, Hadley, 7, and Dylan, 5, moved away from the city last spring to Sault Ste. Marie, Ont., they imagined that finding a nearby cottage in a rural market would be easy. The young family had some leftover cash from the sale of their home in Holland Landing, north of Toronto, after purchasing a permanent residence in Northern Ontario. “If we were still in the GTA, there’s no way we could have a house and a cottage,” Richard says. “But up here, it’s within our means.”

However, after a summer-long search, Richard wonders if they’ll ever find a place. Northern Ontario was once the empty space on the backside of a provincial highways map, where small towns are separated by vast distances and connected by minimal infrastructure. Now, it exemplifies a real estate phenomenon playing out across Canada: the boonies no longer exist. 

Of course, parts of Canada have always attracted seasonal residents from far away. In B.C., for example, the Okanagan Valley has always been an Alberta stronghold. Other areas (such as Northern Ontario, including Lake of the Woods, Temagami, and St. Joseph Island) are American hotbeds. But for the most part, well-established cottage areas (and traditionally the most competitive and lucrative real estate markets) are situated close to metropolitan areas. 

There’s plenty of evidence to indicate that COVID-19 is spurring people to exit urban centres in droves. (Statistics Canada shows about 90,000 people settled in non-metropolitan areas between 2016 and 2020.) At the same time, the pandemic normalized working from home, and rapidly improving internet access has broadened career options in remote locations—though it remains to be seen how things will readjust as more offices reopen. As with the Joneses, people are relocating to smaller cities with enough cash to buy houses and nearby cottages; others are buying rural waterfront properties to use as year-round homes. Both of these factors have increased the pressure on once-sleepy real estate markets, compounding an irony of rural Canada that’s challenging the resolve of prospective cottage owners: for all the space, there’s not nearly enough cottage property to go around. 

Supply and demand

Supply shortages have always dictated a competitive cottage real estate market. “The main difference in the past two years,” says Dallas Glawson, a Century 21 realtor with 20 years of experience around Sault Ste. Marie, “is a massive spike in demand.” Glawson estimates that demand in his area jumped five-fold in the summer of 2020. Interest was higher still in 2021; prospective buyers are now competing in a market with 10 times the demand. Bare-bones places with “no septic, no toilets, more off-grid situations that used to sell for $119,000 or $129,000,” Glawson says, “are now going for $250,000.” That might sound like a steal in other markets, but that well exceeds the median price of a house in Sault Ste. Marie, which, before the pandemic, was a relatively paltry $175,000. The median jumped to nearly $300,000 in September 2021—a trend that parallels real estate prices across Canada in the past two years, where the cost of single-family homes have increased by nearly 40 per cent. The largest increase occurred in Bancroft, Ont., where prices surged by almost 92 per cent. 

Glawson says that 80 per cent of his customers are new to the region, coming primarily from Toronto and southwestern Ontario, split equally between those moving permanently and others looking for a seasonal residence. That parallels trends on Manitoulin Island, where prices for waterfront cottages jumped from about $250,000 in 2017 to nearly $500,000 last year. Jordan Chandler, broker of record with Remax The Island Real Estate Brokerage in Little Current, Ont., says he predicted changes were coming—“Muskoka is filling up, and we’re the next place on the map”—but he never imagined it happening so fast. A place like Manitoulin offers great value compared to Muskoka, where the median price for waterfront real estate is more than $1 million. “It’s easy for someone from down south with more equity to come up here and pay 20 per cent more [than the listing price],” says Chandler. “People are discovering what we have up here, and they have the assets to pay for it with no need for a mortgage. That’s driving the market in an upward spiral.”

Chandler’s Manitoulin waterfront buyers always ask the same first question: how’s the internet? “They’re looking to move from the city to a rural area where they can work from home,” he explains. Some go all-in, selling their homes in places like Toronto and buying year-round waterfront property, often coming out with cash leftover; others are looking for a place with fast and reliable internet to conduct their business for significant portions of the year while retaining a home in the city. Toronto 

residents Scott Graham and his wife, Meagan Filion, for example, recently purchased a waterfront lot on Lac Saint-Sixte, north of Gatineau, Que., with plans of building a cottage this year. The fact that Meagan, an RBC executive, may have the option of working from the cottage—even after her office reopens—made the six-hour drive seem more reasonable. “We can go up there on a Wednesday, and she can work Thursday and Friday,” says Scott. “Being able to stay longer diminishes the distance.”


These days, it’s hard to find a good deal on cottage property anywhere. For decades, the sprawling hills and gem-like lakes of western Quebec’s Outaouais region, where Scott and Meagan purchased last fall, were overlooked as a cottage destination despite its proximity to Ottawa. “Driving an hour and 15 minutes to the cottage used to be a long drive,” says John Macintyre, a veteran Century 21 realtor based in Chelsea, Que. As a result, it was possible to find a decent cottage for $250,000. But the radius of Macintyre’s sales from the nation’s capital were expanding before the pandemic hit because of a scarcity of listings. And, prices have rapidly increased over the last 24 months by 30 per cent or more “and no one’s blinked,” Macintyre says. Popular spots include the Quebec areas of La Pêche and Val-des-Monts, locations where, as with the Sault Ste. Marie area, competition is stiffened by both seasonal buyers and those looking for year-round waterfront homes. Scott and Meagan paid $450,000 for a four-acre property that sold for well under $300,000 in 2020. “Next thing you know, you’ve got knife fights and bidding wars,” says Macintyre, half-jokingly. “Even places back in the nosebleeds”—seasonal access lakes more than two hours from Ottawa and Gatineau—“are selling in a matter of moments.”

The nearest faraway place

I’ve had a front-row seat to a couple who moved north in the nick of time: my sister, Caitlin Mihell, and her partner, Ramin Emad, escaped their townhouse in Toronto and relocated to Sault Ste. Marie shortly after the pandemic was declared. They assumed the move to Caitlin’s hometown would be temporary, and they came with few plans other than renting a house in a quiet and familiar place and waiting things out while their Toronto-based film talent agency was shut down. “I worked from home in Toronto for seven years,” Ramin says. “With the pandemic, it became obvious that I could work from somewhere even more remote, in a place where I could enjoy a great view from my desk.” Plus, he embraced the Soo’s casual atmosphere and closer proximity to Caitlin’s family. 

They purchased a waterfront lot on the St. Marys River at Lake Superior’s eastern terminus in May 2020 and started building a four-season home in October. Caitlin has fond memories of growing up swimming, sailing, and canoeing at our grandparents’ cottage barely a kilometre away. For Ramin, who emigrated to Canada from Iran as a teenager, the golden sand beach and crystalline water was a paradise he never imagined. “For 25 years, I didn’t get a proper Canadian experience until I came up here,” he says. “I love the sunsets, the wildlife, and the clean air.

On the coast

Cottage property is just as hot on the West Coast, says Jason Zroback of Land Quest Realty in New Westminster, B.C. “It’s probably the busiest market we’ve ever had for water-access,” he says, identifying the Sunshine Coast and Powell River, ferry-access regions both located on the mainland north of Vancouver, as hot spots for cottage buyers and full-time buyers alike. “That’s an indication of the shortage of road-accessible recreational properties in the province. People are willing to leave Vancouver, ride two ferries, and take a water taxi to their property.” 

Such a complicated commute would cost about $500 per trip. But that’s nothing for Western cottagers, adds Zroback, who cites the not-so-unusual example of people getting to their island cottages by float plane. However, Zroback is shocked at how the boundaries of what’s normal are expanding. “Years ago, it was two hours from the [Lower Mainland],” he says. “That’s pretty darn near impossible now. It’s four hours, six hours, eight hours. People are going anywhere.”

As always, price and access are directly linked. “Whereas $500,000 gets you a waterfront lot in the Southern Gulf,” Zroback notes, “the same will get you a private island with a totally improved [cottage] in Bella Coola” on B.C.’s remote central coast, a long ferry ride north of Vancouver Island. Demand is increasing even in areas that take upwards of 24 hours of driving and ferry time to access because “people don’t have to be at a certain place for a certain amount of time,” says Zroback. “There’s so much more flexibility now, and that’s changed the market, probably forever.”

A new normal?

Failing a recession, patience likely won’t get you a better deal on a cottage these days. Realtors agree that higher waterfront prices are here to stay. 

A bigger question for Macintyre in the Outaouais region—and one that could rebalance cottage real estate prices in more remote markets—is the staying power of the new generation of back-to-the-landers. Macintyre chuckles at some of the cottagers he’s seen over the years who have moved to the lake year-round. “They put on a brave face for the first winter,” he says. But after the second, “they realize that it gets dark at 4 p.m., and the winters are long.” 

Ramin says a place like Sault Ste. Marie is a happy medium. His new home is located within a five-minute drive from the Sault Ste. Marie Airport and 25 minutes from the services of a mid-sized city. A flight to Toronto costs about $200 and takes less than an hour, making it easy for him to travel for work and to host friends from out of town. Scott and Meagan discovered a similar benefit on Lac Saint-Sixte, which is located about an hour from the Ottawa airport and two hours from the Montreal airport. “It’s actually far closer to metropolitan areas than Muskoka or the Kawarthas,” Scott says. “That’s great if family want to fly in. Yet it feels like we’re far away.”

Meanwhile, after a summer of keeping tabs on real estate, the Joneses found a four-season, three-bedroom cottage on St. Joseph Island, 58 minutes from their home in Sault Ste. Marie. They put in a bid, which was exceeded handily by the eventual buyer’s offer of $475,000—a full $100,000 over the list price. “It’s a deflating feeling,” Richard says. “We lost out on a really great place to someone who could bid more.” 

Soon after, the family spent an autumn weekend at the provincial park campground at Agawa Bay on Lake Superior. Besides sampling the region at friends’ cottages, Richard and his family spent lots of time discovering public beaches on Lake Superior, hiking, and tent camping. The stunning fall colours and rugged landscape triggered another revelation Richard says he could’ve never imagined having when he lived in Toronto: with so much access to the outdoors close by, his family might not need a cottage at all. 

The Joneses aren’t giving up their search, but perhaps their sense of urgency has diminished. “We always knew it’s a different atmosphere up here,” he says. “Maybe we don’t want to be tied down to a single place. Maybe we’ll buy a boat and a travel trailer and get to experience more places. There’s so much space up here, it’s what drove us north.”

Conor Mihell was born and raised in Sault Ste. Marie. He was ahead of the trend moving back in 2009 after stints in southern Ontario and B.C.’s Lower Mainland.

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Toronto’s High Park to open for cherry blossom viewing

Spring in Toronto means the blooming of cherry blossoms at High Park, and for the first time in two years, residents will be able to witness one of the city’s best features.

The City of Toronto announced Tuesday Sakura trees would be open for viewing for the first time since 2019.

The park was closed to the public during the 2020 blooming season because of the pandemic. Advice from public health saw the trees fenced off in 2021 to discourage people from gathering.

The city created a Bloom Cam that allowed the public to watch the cherry blossoms bloom in real-time. It was active over the past two years and will be going live this year as well.

“Thanks to the progress we have made confronting COVID-19, everyone will be able to come out and enjoy the cherry blossoms when they bloom this spring,” Toronto Mayor John Tory said.

“When the peak bloom begins, I encourage you to rediscover the cherry blossoms in High Park and in cherry blossom locations across the city.”

Cherry blossoms can also be viewed at several venues across the city, including Centennial Park and Birkdale Ravine.

Image credit: Shutterstock 

Source: City of Toronto

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Local business of the week: Whimsy Beaverton

Here at Cottage Life, we realize how hard the COVID-19 pandemic has hit local businesses. To do our part, we’ll be highlighting the stories of different businesses in cottage country. This week, we spoke with Kelly Bell, the owner of Whimsy Beaverton in Beaverton, Ont.

What is Whimsy Beaverton?

Whimsy is a friendly, small-town shopping experience that offers tasteful home accents and a treasury of special gift pieces to suit every occasion. Located in beautiful downtown Beaverton through the historic double doors of the 1883 John McRae building, we’re the place to stop if you’re looking for carefully curated collections of fashion accessories for both you and your home.   

Whimsy Beaverton
Photo courtesy of Kelly Bell

How did the business get started?

I worked in the social service sector for 17 years before I reached a career turning point. Both my brother and my father passed away from cancer within seven months of one another. That’s when I decided I needed to make a change. I needed to heal myself. So, I bought Whimsy. It’s such a happy place. I love going to my store.

I purchased the business on March 6, 2020 after seeing it for sale online. It was love at first sight, for myself and my partner Jason. The business had already been operating as a home décor store, but we imagined a new look and a subtle change of focus for the store offerings. Our goal was to focus on a selection of exclusive brand lines featuring unique products with high quality and a range of price points. 

But we opened just as the first impacts of COVID were being felt. Very quickly I learned the importance of social media and the impact of marketing through photos.  Fortunately, the items we carry are extremely photogenic and business continued even though the doors were temporarily closed.

What inspired the name?

Whimsy means playfully quaint or fanciful. The name was already established with the previous owner, but the theme of whimsy suited the new lines of products we were introducing. Visitors are often attracted to the store by the original bay windows flanking the front door. From Valentine’s Day to Remembrance Day, we create seasonal and special occasion themed displays in those windows that showcase what’s inside the store. We try to make the displays unique and whimsical to match the name. Many of the main street shops also follow this approach, making the Beaverton main street fun to explore even after closing time.  

Whimsy Beaverton
Photo courtesy of Kelly Bell

What are your most popular products?

We’re situated on the shores of Lake Simcoe, so our lakeside-living-inspired home accent line is a best seller. We carry stunning tableware pieces from Mudpie that include whimsical messages, like a tea caddy that reads: “It’s a brew-tea-full day”.  Another favourite is the Wrendale line where delightful animal characters grace the cards and tableware. And we offer IHR’s eco-conscious cocktail and table napkins. 

Our home décor offerings include Michel Design Works soaps, sourced from the top soap makers and fragrance houses around the globe. Little Beausoleil Candle Company features handcrafted candles made from quality ingredients, including North American premium soy wax, essential oils, and fragrance. And our Badgley/McMillan Designs candles offer an environmentally-friendly touch with non-carcinogenic, soy wax candles hand-poured in small batches in Hamilton, Ont.

In terms of fashion accessories, K Carroll’s vegan leather handbags are amazing. They feature a built-in Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) protective lining that helps prevent identity and credit card theft. And then we offer iconic jewelry from Kenneth Bell Designs. I only bring in one or two of his designs, so you really are getting an original piece for our area.

Finally, I started carrying Chef Laura’s Spices and Simple Syrups from Vancouver. She offers spice blends with unique flavour profiles and great cocktail mixes. 

How do you choose the type of decor you sell?

I really look for unique and whimsical gifts for people. The product line has to fit with that. I love when people come into the store and have a lot of passion. When I choose to stock a product, my goal is to make people happy when they see it in the store. Whimsy is a magical place with unique items. That’s why I stock so many special, one-of-a-kind pieces. I want the customers to feel like they’re the only ones in the area that have it.  

Whimsy Beaverton
Photo Courtesy of Kelly Bell

How has the pandemic affected your business?

The lockdowns during the winter months post Christmas were challenging. We purchase stock one to two seasons ahead, before the current stock is sold, so it was hard to know how much to order and whether it would sell. I did receive some government assistance, about $5,000 in the first few months. But to be eligible for the major small business grants, you had to have a business licence or a business bank account by March 1, 2020. Since I opened Whimsy on March 6, I wasn’t eligible. I’ve had to do it all on my own.

The lockdowns did give me time to research additional, unique lines for the business and consider new layout arrangements, though. So, I am feeling a renewed energy this year.

Whimsy Beaverton
Photo Courtesy of Kelly Bell

What does the future look like for Whimsy Beaverton?

I’m looking forward to the return of busy streets in Beaverton, especially in the spring to fall months. I really appreciate my faithful customers who shopped as often as they could through the past two years. Their friendly faces and messages kept me going. It is exciting to see how Beaverton is growing. The housing developments combined with cottage visitors and day-trippers will bring new faces through our doors. Otherwise, we’re always looking to expand our product lines. I already have plans to add an eighth line with Canadian Candles.

I’ve also found that retail in small, rural communities is increasingly about collaborative efforts. I try to support local organizations and community initiatives as often as I’m able, and am always happy to participate in joint marketing campaigns, promotional initiatives led by the Board of Trade, or by simply tagging another business when our products complement each other. When businesses work together the whole community benefits. 

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How the pandemic turned us into year-long cottagers

April 15, 2020 

I yelled at my husband on the street today. A stranger stopped and asked us for directions. I kept walking. Matthew, my husband, paused to help, standing less than six feet from the man. “Oh my God, stand back!” I shouted. I grabbed Matthew by the arm, pulled him away, and suggested to the stranger that if he was lost, he could use his smartphone. 

When I apologized to Matthew at home, I explained that everything is stressing me out about Toronto these days: opening the door to our condo lobby, touching the buttons on the elevator, passing people in the halls. The virus could be anywhere. It’s a conversation we have had before, like after I called Matthew “reckless” for picking a stray nickel up off the sidewalk. “Try to relax,” he told me. I said, “It’s hard.” I feel nervous every time we go out, and the scores of shuttered storefronts depress me. “I want to leave,” I said, referring to our vague plans of escaping to our cabin in the Laurentians. “We can’t,” he replied. 

A simple truth. Quebec has closed its border to Ontario. Fine. I will continue distracting myself the same way everyone is: eating too many carbs, watching too much Netflix. 

May 17, 2020 

I’m sitting in the car with countless cans of soup jangling in boxes on the backseat. The noise is only buffered slightly by the bags of powdered milk and sacks of flour packed on and around the cans. Quebec just reopened its border, clearing the police checkpoints that have been in place for weeks. We are moving to the cabin until at least September. Matthew doesn’t think his office will re-open before then, and I work remotely anyway. Our provisions are for us to self-isolate for the first 14 days—a rule for out-of-province transplants. The cabin only has a mini fridge, so almost everything has to be non-perishable. Yes, we have a lot chili for our dinners. Yes, I think that will be smelly. But as we crossed from Hawkesbury, Ont., into Grenville, Que., Matthew asked me if I was excited. “Yes,” I said, exhaling a deeper, longer breath than I have in the last two months. 

May 22,  2020 

There are still patches of snow on the ground. I often see my breath billow out in clouds. The trees are bare. Spring is late to start in the Laurentians compared to Toronto, where cherry trees and magnolias bloomed before we left. The prolonged cold could be why there are still mice living in our stove—critters that burrowed in over the long winter and never left. They somehow got into the cabin, then made their way through the back of the oven, tunnelling through the insulation. Matthew is worried that we need a new appliance. Every time we turn it on, the stench of cooking mouse urine tinges the air. While we figure out a fix, I’m using the barbecue for everything, including bread (like everyone else, I’m making my own these days). The first loaf was a brick. The second over-rose, touched the underside of the barbecue lid, then deflated like a punctured balloon. After I finished crying from frustration, I tore up the salvageable scraps and made bread pudding. 

June 15,  2020 

Our cabin is wee. At 300 sq. ft., it’s less than half the  size of our condo in Toronto, which itself feels compact. The cabin’s kitchen, dining area, and bedroom are all one space—a bit like a studio apartment. The only room with a door is the bathroom, which has a bathtub, but we mainly use the outdoor shower. You might think I feel claustrophobic. Instead, I feel free. We spend so little time inside I hardly notice the cramped quarters. We tend to wake up and go kayaking. At lunch we go for walks. After work we sometimes jog or go for hikes into the backwoods behind the cabin. The cabin sits on four acres that adjoin conservation land with lots of trails to explore. When I was young, I used to think that cities were exciting and rural life was dull. Now, I feel endlessly fascinated by the things we see in nature. A trio of birds is always landing on our porch bird feeder, where I’ve put out peanuts. There’s a downy woodpecker and a black-capped chickadee and a red-breasted nuthatch. They travel as a team because they help each other find food. I can now name those birds. Can I even name my neighbours in the city? 

June 29, 2020 

Today as I walked up the path to the cabin, two bunnies hopped in front of me. The slow spring has turned into a vibrant summer. All around me, flowers are in bloom: lilies and asters and foxgloves. I feel like we are living in a William Morris wallpaper—thick, lush, and colourful. Some of the plants only last an instant. Purple irises, which have petals as frilly as rococo filigree, came and went in a few days. I think I’m paying closer attention to nature as a way to distract myself. Every morning at around the same time, I check the numbers. Cases have been down lately, but already epidemiologists are predicting another wave in the fall. I don’t want to think about that now. “Come outside,” Matthew said the other night. “You’ll want to see this.” All around us, flecks of yellow lit up the black skies. Fireflies. Still, not everything natural delights me: we are in peak blackfly season, and my arms and legs itch all over. From time to time, I still hear mice scratching somewhere in the cabin. No, we still don’t have a working oven. 

July 19, 2020 

As far as I can remember, there have always been raspberries around the cabin. I’m red-green colour blind, so I have a hard time seeing the berries. When Matthew looks at our hill, he can basically see all the red dots against the green leaves. I just see green. If I’m up close to the berries, I can see the shape, but I’m not sure of the colour. When I come back from berry picking, Matthew always says a lot of them aren’t ripe yet. As a child, my Granny Hague would pick and drop them into my small, outstretched hands, and I would pop them into my mouth. Lately, Matthew has been fetching baskets full—more than I’ve ever seen before. “It’s because of your uncle,” says Matthew. After my grandparents owned the cabin but before Matthew and I bought it, it belonged to an uncle who had a vague plan to clear the property of its many trees. He thought that would make it more enticing for a developer who would then subdivide the land and put up a number of cottages. He didn’t succeed in getting rid of all the trees, but he felled quite a few. Matthew and I both remember walking around in horror after we bought the cabin, taking in our semi-denuded lot. What we hadn’t noticed until this year was that dozens and dozens of wild raspberry bushes have sprouted where the trees used to be since there is now more sun hitting the ground. So far we’ve made a raspberry pie (the oven is fixed!) and six jars of jam. Matthew thinks we’ll get many more jars before the season is over—jars we plan to send to friends and family who are stuck in the city and need a care package. It’s just another reminder that sometimes good things can come from bad situations—even ones with a chainsaw-happy uncle. 

 

August 20, 2020 

Instead of turning red, the last of our raspberries are wilting on the vines. The ferns in front of the cabin are starting to go brown. It’s still August, but some days there is a crispness to the air that feels like autumn. 

I wear sweaters. I don’t want to think about winter right now—it feels like last winter just ended. But I have to plan for it. The world is no closer to returning to normal than it was last spring, so my usual winter survival strategy will most likely not happen. We normally spend a few weeks visiting my Granny Grumps, my mother’s mother, in the Cayman Islands. I’ve come to rely on that mid-January vitamin D hit, without which I often catch myself wistful, staring out the window at slate skies and slushy sidewalks, finding it hard to think. I feel guilty every time I worry about the winter ahead. I remind myself how lucky I’ve been to have a second home to escape the pandemic. We’ve decided to stay in the Laurentians, where winter comes faster and harder than in Toronto. Instead of complaining, I’ve been reading about how other cultures cope with cold. Apparently, Norway has darker winters than Canada, but low rates of seasonal affective disorder. They get outside no matter what. 

As they say, there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. I’ve already ordered a rain coat for fall. In winter, I’ll have to find an ultra-warm pair of boots. I’ve learned how much being outside helps me cope with pandemic stresses, I hope I can continue that year round. 

September 12, 2020

I became a thief today. On our walks lately, we have noticed ripe apples on dozens of trees. They are lining the roadsides and some of our favourite walking trails. There are heaps along the P’tit Train du Nord, a long path on what used to be a train line. This morning, I collected three pounds of apples growing right beside our community post box. I’m not sure who the trees belong to. Some apples I picked up off the ground, knowing they would rot otherwise. Still, I feel guilty, especially if someone was waiting to make jelly—which is our plan. It hits a nerve with me because, according to my dad, my great-grandmother was once the victim of a traumatic apple heist. One spring, before I was born, she went to check on her prized crabapple trees near where the cabin sits, only to find two giant pits in the ground. In comparison to two missing trees, three pounds of apples is hardly noticeable. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. 

September 25, 2020 

It doesn’t take much to get me excited about a new project these days. Recently, Matthew noticed that we still have some big maples around that survived my uncle’s vision. “Maybe we should try tapping them in the spring,” said Matthew. “What a great idea,” I replied. To which he said: “It was just a thought.” But by then I was already walking around the yard, tying strings around the maple trees so that when all their branches are bare, we will know which trees to tap. The fall reds, yellows, and oranges came in a blaze. With each strong breeze, more and more leaves are falling to the ground. 

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October 1, 2020 

No mice sightings lately. I have spent the better part of two weekends under the cabin, not to mention over $200 in caulking, steel wool, and various wood fillers (one has to work!) trying to plug every entry point. It’s hubris to think they’ll never get back in, and one thing the pandemic taught me is to be humble. Case counts were low all summer but have been rising exponentially lately. I’ll just keep my fingers crossed that things remain okay. On all fronts. 

October 20, 2020

We had our first snow the other day. Several inches blanketed the ground, which is now all white except for a few dead plants poking through. I’m mourning the end of summer. All the things I enjoyed so much—the flowers and raspberries and apples—are gone. That said, we went on our first snow hike. I laced up my heavy boots and zipped up a coat as thick as a duvet. We weren’t smart enough to walk with ski poles for the icy bits. Still, as we trudged up to the top of La Montagne Verte with its view over Lac Tremblant, I tried to note all of the things still alive. The moss was as green as ever. That familiar trio of downy woodpeckers and chickadees and nuthatches hopped between tree branches (like us now, they are birds that stay north in the winter). But the view—wow. The trees are silver, spindly boughs now. Oddly, the lack of leaves may have improved the vista: we could see much farther, not just to Tremblant but to many other smaller lakes in the area. So many are ringed by pretty, old summer houses, smoke puffing from their chimneys to keep their city-scared owners warm.

December 25, 2020

Back in Toronto. We spent Christmas alone in our condo. Save for Zoom celebrations with our families, we didn’t see anyone. In the city, I’m so much more aware of how isolated we are. In the country, I never think about loneliness, I only boggle at how many mountains there are to climb.

February 18, 2021

Matthew’s birthday present from me: four buckets, four taps, a bunch of jars, and a how-to manual for making maple syrup. March 18, 2021 We went skiing today at Mont Blanc, a hill near the cabin. We both wore two surgical masks each as we waited for the chairlifts and sat in our car to eat a packed lunch—sourdough we baked ourselves (of course) and homemade raspberry jam. The sky was a brilliant blue at the top of the peaks, and the sun reflected on the snow, warming my skin. Not the same as lounging on a beach in Grand Cayman. It doesn’t have to be, it’s its own beauty.

March 20, 2021

After sitting outside in the snow, watching pot after pot after pot after pot of maple sap boil down on our barbecue, I can officially say I no longer hate nor fear winter. Without winter, there would be no maple syrup. And fresh, homemade maple syrup is freakin’ awesome. It’s a joyful thing when the late winter temperatures start to rise again, and the frozen sap in the maple trees begins to run. We’ve collected more than 40 litres of sap so far. Often I’ve had to remove my parka to stop myself from sweating. I don’t know if we’ll ever have the chance to make maple syrup again. I imagine that at some point, Matthew will have to go back to his office and that means returning full-time to Toronto. I don’t want to think about that. We have lived in the Laurentians so many months now, it feels like home. Still, Matthew tells me that when we send out our maple syrup to friends and family, we should ask them to keep their bottles so that we can re-fill them in the future, the next time we stand knee-high in snow waiting for the sap to boil. I’m already looking forward to that day.

May 22, 2021

I planted two crabapple trees by the cabin today. I’m not sure if they are the same type my great-grandmother had. I selected a kind that should be able to make it through a Laurentian winter. I planted them to stop me from stealing other people’s apples, and because the tag on the tree reminded me of the whole last year: tart, bitter but also a little sweet.

This story was originally published as “A Deeper, Longer Breath” in the Oct. 21 issue of Cottage Life. Don’t miss his story, “Why I Hated the Cottage as a Teenager.