For sure not eerie. This is a short story about our little cruise on the lake where there are said to be a thousand islands. Well, it depends on your definition. If the little outcrops of a few square feet are included, perhaps it would be a few thousand. So begins our North American reminisces.
You might come across another such story in a future post by us, but we’ll start with this one.
And it is a story about love and devotion. While not quite the Taj Mahal, it nevertheless is a similar testament of a man’s love for his wife. He was a successful man of his time. And he loved his wife so dearly; that the summer home they had on an island they owned in lake Erie was to be turned into a castle as a present. Wow.
But the wife died before construction were complete. And the lovelorn man ceased construction. Left for many years abandoned and derelict, the partially completed structure faced the elements of harsh Canadian winters, deteriorating to a pitiable state.
Fortunately the country came to the rescue and purchased the property, commencing restoration works. So today it is available to visit for a fee, but if one comes over from Canada the US customs and border protection post will check for identification. The island is US territory…
We were coming from Canada in this journey and thus did not make a landing. But find out where this island of love is (here). Who knows, you might get to land on the island on our behalf instead! Have you been there? Tell us!