We kicked off T’s summer with a camping weekend filled with nature at beautiful Tobermory.
The highlight was Flowerpot Island at Fathom Five National Park, known for its rock formations, scenic caves and lighthouse.
Our ferry ride to the Island on Sunday morning started with a tour of sunken shipwrecks along the Tobermory coast.
T was mesmerized by the shipwrecks, while I was in awe of the clear blue water.
The Georgian Bay air was refreshing and the trees and rocks along the island’s edge were calming.
We enjoyed a mid-morning hike on the Island. T enjoyed exploring, lost in his thoughts.
This was the smaller flowerpot formation.
It was charmingly beautiful up close.
The rocky shore, blue water and thick wall of trees made for inspiring views.
T can’t resist a pebbled peach and we gave him time to toss rocks in the water. It calms him.
When we made it to the large flowerpot, another shape came to mind.
The hubby, our friend and I mused about what would happen to the local tourism if these structures tipped over one day.
I think it would still thrive because the island was beautiful with and without them.
T wistfully said goodbye to the island as we left.
After a campfire hotdog lunch at our campsite, we hiked to the Grotto and Cyprus Lake at Bruce Peninsula National Park.
I loved how well maintained the trails are.
I had wanted to visit the Grotto and Cyprus Lake for years, a 30-minute walk from the parking lot.
It did not disappoint.
The rocky shores and clear turquoise water were otherworldly beautiful.
I felt thankful that a place this amazing was relatively close to home.
As warm and appealing as it looked, the water was freezing cold.
We dipped our bodies in for a few minutes and then relaxed on the rocks, while T threw pebbles in the water.
It was a wonderful way to end our long weekend, three days filled scenic hikes – like Burnt Point Loop Trail on the Saturday (below).
The outdoors are healing. They are a key part of my self care toolkit and we immerse T in nature because it calms him.
It was a great way to start T’s summer break after an up and down school year.
On our last morning, as we got up early and frantically packed our tent before the rain hit, T lamented he didn’t want to leave.
We promised we’d return one day and that there was a lot of summer left to enjoy.
As we drove back to the City, and the gray sky loomed, I thought about the blue waters, tattooed in my memory.