My Watermark is Lake Huron, Ontario.
Here we were a few years ago starting a tour, my band mates and I, in the wee town of Tobermory at the tip of the Bruce Peninsula, a 5-hour drive northwest of Toronto. Lake Huron washes against both sides of this ancient spine. On the west side white sand and summer beach getaway towns. On the east side the crystal blue waters of Georgian Bay.
The grotto is tempting, but rumoured to be ice cold. Up on the cliff we eat smoked whitefish caught just south of here off Cape Croker; the Chippewas of Nawash unceded First Nation. Nourished by the lake’s delicious offerings we trek this rugged Niagara Escarpment and kayak the misty waters at its base.