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Open June 1 - October 7, 2018
Dear Theresa and Arowhon Staff,
We prefer the very real world of Arowhon Pines and look forward to a reprise of our wonderful experience same time next fall. Please make sure that Theresa sees the photos--particularly the hug to the Medicine Tree. Theresa inspired that and we are sending her our hugs to an equally lovely--albeit younger being:).
Cheers, Cindy (and Norm)
A Few Pictures
"I didn’t take a lot of pics this trip, will get more at Thanksgiving. Pic 2 and 3 are from across the bay at the beginning of the white trail.
Thanks for a lovely stay yet again. See you for dinner in a couple weeks." -- Sharon and Mike Arcaro
June Writer's Retreat
If you could manage to arrange a sort of teleportation device so I didn't have to contend with a 6-7 hour drive from London, that would be great. Otherwise, everything was pretty perfect. The facilities are awesome, the landscape is awesome, the staff is awesome...
I am attaching a photo I took back in June which I had been meaning to send along.
Thank you so much for helping to make the writer's retreat a success.
See you next June!" -- Helen E. Patterson
Arowhon, the Real World
By Esther White (who participated in Brian Henry’s fall 2017 Writing Workshop Weekend)
I gladly left the hot hustle of the 407 on a Friday afternoon and headed north to cottage country. It produced a happy giddiness that only cottagers know. The roads twisted past gray-blue lakes edged with forests of vermilion, canary yellow and crimson foliage. The fall colours had arrived early and I felt as if I were the first person in Canada to see them on these lonely paths into the wilderness.
Coming “home” into the familiar gravel driveway, I had a little over seven kilometers to ease into the Arowhon way, slowing my car to take in vistas of wildflowers and evergreens. It had been several months since my last visit and it was good to be back. An hour early for my conference, I took the time to shower and unpack. Skipping down the cottage steps, I headed over to the main dining hall for some friendly smiles and a cup of hot tea on the verandah. As I settled into the cushioned wicker chair, my shoes melted off my feet. I propped them up on the railing, closed my eyes and gratefully inhaled the pungent brew.
Across the lake, a loon called to its mate and a gaggle of canoes paddled to the distant shoreline. My growling stomach was gratified by the scent of roast lamb and lobster bisque effusing the air just outside the candlelit hall with such tempting aromas I was glad I had arrived on time. Right on time, the dinner bell rang and I needed no second invitation. That night, after a busy writing session with my group, I wriggled under my duvet and rested my travel-weary head on the plush pillows and I felt satisfied with the day’s accomplishments.
The next thing I knew, the sun was beckoning me out to explore the camp and it was morning. Quickly, I dressed and headed for the coffee pot in the dining room, laptop bag under my arm. The mists rose off the lake, echoed by the steamy tendrils that escaped my china cup into the morning air. Inspired, I opened my laptop and began writing, using some of the tips we had talked about in our first meeting the night before. Before I knew it, breakfast was ready and it was time to feast again. There were pancakes, kippers, steamed whitefish and heaping bowls of fresh fruit, alongside porridge, fresh fruit juices and much more.
The weekend passed in just that order and all too quickly; eating and resting, working, talking with the new friends I had made that weekend. I wrote more in those 3 days than I had in an entire week at home and I felt it was much higher in quality due to the inspiration I was surrounded by every day. In the evening, pinpoints of light punched through the velvet sky. Swathed in the Milky Way, they looked close enough to touch. Early morning brought with it a desire to explore the kitchen gardens and flowers as well as the book I had committed to writing. And then there was the canoe trip where I was dubbed the more experienced paddler, having survived the Kayak Incident of The First Conference, and required to sit in the stern of the boat to steer. We logged many oar strokes but never actually made it to the other side. I also discovered that laughing too hard can cause the boat to pitch precariously but it is unavoidable when paddling out with Victoria. We finally headed back to shore for tea and a fresh scone, consolation indeed.
All too soon, it was our last night at Arowhon, dear Arowhon. In the morning, I realized how much I had relaxed, learned and grown in this little piece of heaven tucked away in Algonquin. I also realized you don’t visit Arowhon, it visits with you and if you’re lucky, it lets you see some of its most precious treasures. Taking the time away from a busy city life, this place was just the re-set my spirit needed. I was welcomed as one of the family and free to explore her shores and pathways along with my own inner questions. Here, I have found a liberating sense of reconnecting with God and remembered that He has control of all things. I am in His care always. I am always loved and I would not have owned this reality as part of my heart without the quiet whisper of the evening leaves as they rustled in the twilight and seeing God in every detail of his creation and people. He was in the time alone, meditating in the calm quiet that pervaded this blissful place. Cherishing my last few moments here, I wandered around with my camera to capture some of the magic on film if that is possible. The high dive platform beckoned hot and dusty hikers, pots of geraniums were placed just so without ever appearing contrived. Campers lounged with books, a fresh cuppa alongside a slice of coffee cake, fresh from the oven. Even a sweet sailboat sandbox joined the fun, as it called little would be sailors to play.
Evergreens studied their reflection in the calm pools between the cottages, dipping their feet into the crisp water and feeling their roots down deep in the Canadian soil. This is home. This is where I love to be. Leaving camp was difficult and I am already certain I will return, God willing. I’ve said my goodbyes to the caring and attentive staff and each corner where I’ve picked up a new memory. It will be good to return here in a new season when the snow has melted to search out new truths and re-connect with the real world of Arowhon.
I drove slowly with no great need to rejoin the outside world and then I noticed, I have not looked in the rearview mirror once. Another lesson from Arowhon. Yesterday is a memory. Today is precious. Tomorrow, I will be back again.
Hope all is well, just like to say Ben and I had a wonderful time at Arowhon and it was so nice to meet you.
I was cleaning out my desk and came across your email address. Here are the receipts from when we were there in 1976 for our honeymoon, 2001 for our 25th wedding anniversary." -- Martha
Second and third generations Osborne/Roberts on the bridge in August 2009. Fourth generation to visit again in October 2016:
Robert and Christiane Osborne with their daughter and granddaughter in July 2001:
"These aren’t that old, but thought you’d enjoy them nonetheless. We just celebrated our four year wedding anniversary this past week (September 8th) and have fond memories of our wedding despite the rain… and the lack of hydro.
Hope you had a great summer. We enjoyed our time at the cottage next door on Canoe Lake and we can’t believe that another season is coming to a close. Next weekend will be our last trip north for 2016. The season is just far too short!
Until next year!" -- Lisa & Simon, Elliot & Thomas
The Gold Family - 1976 and now!
"This picture was taken on 26th September 2004. As you figure out, this is the lake in front of your Arowhon Pines. Twelve years have passed since we stayed…. All the days our staying, we wrapped in the most perfect happiness. We would love to come back to see you all and our unforgettable splendid memories…."
Miki IMAI (Ms.) from Tokyo, JAPAN
"Here are a few memories of many wonderful vacations at Arowhon. The early morning is the best time to see and be on the lake and many times we have navigated back in the mist by following the smell of breakfast!" -- Michael Cook
"I am a prior Camper and Counsellor at Camp Arowhon in the 70's. My brother Mike headed the sailing dock. Over the years my family will occasionally get together at Arowhon Pines. Here is a painting my sister Shari Orenstein made of one of these visits." -- Dr. Teddi Orenstein Lyall
"It was meant to be a “one-off”- a child-free weekend escape from our busy city lives. The year was 1987 and it was our first venture into Algonquin Park where we were booked to stay at Arowhon Pines. We had been hearing about the renowned lodge for years and were looking forward to our stay. We loved every moment of that first visit: the park, the hiking, the food, the rustic luxury, the wilderness. Did I mention the food? After the first day, we were plotting our return and how we could become one of the numerous couples we met on that visit who had been coming for 18, 20, even 25 years.
When Eugene Kates introduced himself to us, he began talking about the camp. We mentioned our 9 year old son and he informed us, in no uncertain terms, that our son should have started camp 2 years ago. A lightbulb went on and we planned a hike to Camp Arowhon for the next day. Suitably impressed with the camp, we spent that Fall and Winter suggesting to our son that he might want to try camp the next summer. Much to our surprise he agreed and thus began our annual pilgrimage to the Pines. In those years, Visitors’ Day was mid-way through the 4 week camp session and it became our ritual to come up to the Pines for the Visitors’ Day weekend.
We have fond memories of large dinner gatherings year after year with the parents of children attending the same camp session as our children. As our son and daughter graduated from campers to staff, they would arrange their day-off to coincide with one of the days of our Arowhon week-end. More than once a parent of a camper would drop by our table to see if they could get some early information on their camper’s summer. Eventually, the 16 summers of our children’s camp life ended, but we couldn’t bear the thought of giving up our Pines “get-away”. So we continued our visits to the Pines, although not on Visitors’ Day week-end!
On one memorable occasion we watched a well-known Canadian dressed in a fringed buckskin jacket enjoy dinner with his 3 adorable little boys. As you have probably guessed, one of those boys grew up to be our current Prime Minister. We have just enjoyed our 30th season at the Pines and we love it just as much now as we did on our first visit. Helen Kates always told us that Arowhon is special because of her fabulous team. A huge shout-out to Theresa, Adam, Dave, Edward and the entire gang. They are successfully negotiating that difficult balance between maintaining the traditions while changing with the times. It’s certainly working for us, as we look forward to our 31st consecutive season in 2017.
Our very best wishes to everyone who makes the Pines such a magical place." -- Brian and Annalee Schnurr, Toronto, Canada
Finn's First Stay at Arowhon Pines
"Thanks for making our first adventure with Finnegan so awesome! It was nice to have him so welcomed and well taken care of by everyone there." -- Tineke, Neville, and Finn
The Perils of Being Married to a Writer
"It’s the remoteness, the quiet, the space – mental, physical, emotional – that makes you feel like writing. So after lunch one day, I told Arnie that I was going to sit on the covered dining hall verandah that overlooks the lake, and work on my new novel. He said he was going to take one of the two small Hobies out for a sail: he’d done that the afternoon before, and he’d enjoyed it. Today the lake was a bit rougher and it looked like rain, and I told him to be careful. 'I’m too young to be a widow,' I said, giving him a kiss goodbye. I assured him I’d keep my eye on him." -- M.W. Walters
Read more: The Militant Writer blog by Mary W. Walters
Arnie at the helm, the day before his misadventure
Arowhon = Family
The Mostowyk Family - Dad's 90th Birthday
Three-quarters of the Skoczylas family, summer 2012.
We’ve been coming since sometime in the 1980’s -- Anne Skoczylas
"It's not that old but every time I look at this, it takes me back to the early a.m. when I snapped it. Spent about an hour exploring the grounds. I am not a pro, just a point and shoot girl who loves natural light. The mist eventually lifted. The morning light was exceptional. Fondly remember yellow canoes lined up lakeside. Paddles in a barrel? Have been to Arowhon over the years, more recently with Mark Hudson, arts writer UK and Ontario Parks media tour in 2015. Through industry work, I travel Canada often and I experience a lot of what it offers visitors. I think Arowhon Pines is what every traveler imagines Canada to be. You can't help but feel good being there." -- Judy
The Simons (minus 4 people) in 2017!
The Simon family dug up cheques payable to Arowhon Pines for their deposit… and payment for their visit here in 1977! Although the rates may have increased (yikes!), the Simon’s come every July….
Here is a photo circa 1981 of the Attalai family.
A beautiful photo of happiness galore at Arowhon Pines in 1981. Thank you to Andy and Christine Attalai for sending this. The photograph was taken by Andy’s parents, Peter and Lilly Attalai who were guests here for 30+ years!
Mary Kelly sent us a lovely photo of Helen from the past……
Does anyone else have a photo from the past from their time at Arowhon that they would like to share? We would love to hear from you!
Lovely Photos by Artist Gabriele Mayer
Thank you to our recent guest and artist Gabriele Mayer for these beautiful photos of Arowhon Pines. See more of Gabriele's work: https://twitter.com/brossard_gaby
Algonquin Park and Other Places by Gary Cralle
Enjoy a travel story with visual impact about Algonquin Park and other places by Gary Cralle:
"Algonquin Provincial Park is bigger than Prince Edward Island, bigger than the state of Delaware. Established in 1893 because the land wasn’t good enough for farming, it looks marvelous as the Grand Dame of the Ontario Parks system.
And does it have wildlife! — 279 species of birds, 45 types of mammals, 15 different reptiles, 17 amphibians and 56 varieties of fish. But that’s not all; for every variety of human there’s hiking, biking, camping, birding, picnicking, skiing, snowshoeing, dog sledding, winter yurts and the most beloved sport of all — canoeing." Read more
Last summer, Arowhon Pines held a Moth Workshop led by Jason J. Dombroskie, Ph.D., Collection Manager, Cornell University Insect Collection & Coordinator of the Insect Diagnostic Lab, Cornell University. Jason's extensive knowledge and enthusiasm were contagious and all of us “caught the bug".
Last September, long time guests Ann and Brian Gray noticed a pinkish moth near a light at Arowhon. After much research, they could not get a perfect match or identification. The Grays, who have been volunteer naturalists in the Leslie Street Spit area in Toronto for the last 17 years, contacted Jason for help.
Turns out, their find is very rare. The moth was identified as Psectraglaea carnosa (Noctuidae). The following information comes from THE BUG GUIDE (http://bugguide.net/node/view/171311)
"An uncommon moth that is very rarely seen because of its habits. It is mainly restricted to scrub oak barrens, has an unusual flight season (mainly October), and is attracted to light rather than sugar bait (while almost every other northeastern moth flying in October comes to bait much more readily than light). But the kicker for carnosa is that they don't start flying until after 1:00 AM. Hours after the cold has slowed most of the other moths to a crawl, carnosa starts showing up. So even if you are blacklighting in October in scrub oak barrens (which won't turn up a very wide variety of species to begin with), you're likely to pack up and call it a night long before carnosa starts flying. When you do find them though, they can be quite common." - Paul Dennehy
There are some Arowhon guests who inspire us.
Meet Eleanor Himel from Port Washington, New York
The moods and colors of the ocean beaches and bays of Long Island have been a constant source of inspiration. Memories of watching waves cascading onto the shore and then receding are entwined with the scent of salt water and the carefree joy of a dash into the surf. The emotional essence of each locale is reflected in contrasting layers of bright paint.
Time spent in Japan gave me an appreciation for the simplified design that is indigenous to that country. It has affected the way I look at art, architecture and fashion as well.
The parklands of Ontario with their peaceful flat landscapes and giant uninhabited lakes have been a summer destination for years and have also been favorite subjects of my paintings. It is a pleasure to sketch and be enveloped in the stillness of the woods, rocks and shimmering water. The works of Arthur Dove, Milton Avery and the Canadians, Lawren Harris and Jack Bush have helped me to develop my own interpretation of these beloved areas.
Click on images below to enlarge.
Paul Wood Studio of Port Washington
Solo Art Show, “Summerscapes”, Port Washington Public Library Gallery, June 2009
Numerous juried group exhibitions in Connecticut, Long Island and New York City.
Firehouse Plaza Gallery, Garden City, “Abstraction Now”, 2009 – Award of Excellence
Art Guild of Port Washington “Art at the Bank”, spring 2007 – Second Prize.
Long Island Museum, Summer 2005 – First Prize
The Art Guild of Port Washington
New York Artist’s Equity
Manhasset Art Association
From March 16th entry in Bert's Travel Blog: (bertstravels.blogspot.ca)
250 km North/East of Toronto is the place you must not, and I mean NOT miss to visit.
It is the only lodge situated almost in the middle of this fabulous Nature Reserve and it offers you a holiday of your dreams. Nature in the raw surrounds you, while the greatest staff tries to pamper you with incredible food and comfortable lodgings.
Let me show you a few pictures:
It is early Fall and this visitor to Arowhon Pines, marvels at the deep blue waters of Little Joe Lake, on whose shores this fabulous Lodge is situated.
The Rondo of the dining room. Sit down and let expert staff serve you the best food, this side of your mother's kitchen.
Early morning and the easy chairs are still empty and a hint of fog still lies between the azzure sky and the deep blue waters of Little Joe.
The Dining Room in which "Delectable" is spelled with a capital "D"
A young ( this year's ) Loon prepares for its flight South.
Two Canoeists in heavy morning fog depart for a day's outing.
Some of the extremely friendly and well schooled staff, headed by Theresa Pupulin (4th from left.)
If you want to experience a truly memorable holiday: Stay at Arowhon Pines, in Algonquin Park.
Go on ! What's keeping you ?
Bertstravels has gone there again and again and again.
Greetings from South Australia!
Hello Theresa, David and Adam,
This is DL from Adelaide, South Australia, writing to you. My dear sister-in-law, EL, has just forwarded to me a lovely email you sent her. I’d like you to know what a thrill that gave me. In fact, it gave me goose-bumps because, just before opening E’s email, I’d changed the desktop background photo on my computer from the Via Rail cross-Canada train to – wait for it – the Arowhon Pines dining room!!
I loved reading your message, and seeing the photos of the dining room in snow. What a contrast – and what beauty of a very different kind, too. My stay with you, though brief, was absolutely marvelous, and I enjoyed staying in my beautifully refurbished room in K and E’s cabin. The meals in your dining room were sensational!
I took a series of magical photos of Arowhon Pines at dusk, and am attaching some for you. The first one is the one that I’ve got on my desktop now. I hope you enjoy them.