Sometimes denial is a little lake in Canada

I've spent most of my life in the North Country, but I'm still running across fantastic places I'd never been to visit. Somehow I'd always overlooked the Rideau Lakes country between Kingston and Ottawa, out on the chancy edge of our reception area. Villages like Forfar, Delta and Glen Tay. I helped my friend open her century-old camp--the sole occupant of a twenty-two acre island--so I might be getting an over-rosy view. But it's hard to argue with loon calls, grebes, heron, beaver, woodpeckers, raccoons, sun through oak, twinkling water, food cooked on wood, books read by lamplight, and a soft hammock on a well-screened porch. Remember winter? No, I don't either.