When I think of the Bruce Peninsula I recall hard rock, water that takes your breath away sharply, big skies, thick wood lots.
While sitting on a cedar deck last weekend, however, fogged rolled over two capes on my left (Cabot Head) and right (Cape Chin) before raising goosebumps on my skin and I saw another side to the Pen.
Everything within sight slowly developed softer edges.
[Photos by GAH]
Before the sun returned and burned off the fog I felt as if I had Dyer’s Bay to myself.
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