The sale of the cottage on High Rock Drive was a loss. We all had different ideas of what rock at the cottage was what piece of furniture, what room, just as there were different versions of the “rock path,” our trail hopping from boulder to boulder around the cottage grounds. I like to think they’re playing dress-up in the boathouse, that they’re hosting tennis tournaments on an uneven clay court, and they’re playing in the rock houses, jumping from boulder to boulder on some version of a “rock path.” Just like we did. The final signal came when my brothers, my sister and I had fallen asleep late on these Friday night drives: The muted crunch of gravel under minivan tires up the long driveway on High Rock Drive. We had our final visit last summer when the cottage was sold after 54 years.

Source: thestar July 29, 2016 12:33 UTC