Yurtopia Guest book!
Spring 2010 - The boat is in the water - 1st to dock at Bayview Marina - a beautiful sunny day for the 2010 maiden voyage to the yurt - CHEZ MAC 2 - the floor is done, sauna & toilet to come! Thank you Walter!
Date of stay: 04/14/2010
Grandpa & Mac
Date of stay: 06/02/2010
Grandpa & Mac....present and future Yurters extraordinaire.
Date of stay: mm/dd/yyyy06/02/2010
On Saturday we met the royalty of White Lake: Bud Lindsay and his two boyhood pals Walter and Harold. The guys told us all kinds of stories and gave us great advice. We also visited Bud’s cabin about 3km to the south of the Yurt.
On Saturday afternoon, my daughter Kate with husband Bill and my 2 grandsons Mac and Jake came to visit and ride the machines – a wonderful moment for me.
After another fantastic supper, fine wine and campfire, we all slept well after completing the final act of “wrapping the beaver”.
On Sunday morning I had a shower and shave at Kate and Bills hours, then had a fast and uneventful trip home.
I hope to do it all again in March. Every trip up something seems to be added, and we meet more and more people.
Yurtopia is beginning to develop a character all it’s own.
Date of stay: 02/07/2010
We left Windsor Wednesday night with our newest additions to the Yurtopia: A Polaris 340 and Polaris 500 snowmobile and trailer. We arrived at the edge of White Lake about noon on Thursday, and, after last year’s experience, made our way carefully onto the ice. No problem. We easily made it to the Yurt.
After lighting the woodstove, putting away the groceries and beer, it was time to party.
Greg Burke (x2, senior and junior), James Paterson (knighted with his very own first trailer hitch), Rick Paterson and me (Dave Paterson) tried both sleds as well as the Honda ATV. We explored trails, sped up and down the lake, and met a few locals, including our famous neighbours, Mark Lindsay and his wife Kate (Pace). We even discovered the marker at the back of the property.
The next morning the 2 young guys went snowboarding at Calabogie, while Greg Sr., Rick and I explored the lake. It was the first time I’d ever seen the south end – we discovered the trail to Calabogie and Renfrew, as well as the fabulous Harwood Island.
We arrived at Cedar Cove marina/restaurant for lunch, met the owners and introduced them to Yurtopia.
Date of stay: 02/07/2010
Winter camping for our 1st international guest - Peter Courtney from Australia hosted by his friends from Grace Church Orleans - much better that sleeping in a tent eh mate!rnGreat food & friendship indeed. Thanks for creating this place Dave P!
Date of stay: 01/30/10
Thanks Dr. Dave for introducing me to your YURT, this is far more interesting than selling furniture.
Date of stay: 01/27/2010
My first close encounter with a Yurt.... I'd seen yurts in Algonquin Park, but never been up close or inside. Rick and I blasted across White Lake (way bigger than I expected) on the ATV which fired up instantly and never missed a beat in the -1* weather. That Yurt warmed right up with the airtight stove and furniture-grade oak and we took a little snowshoe hike around the property. Lots of sleds and atv's on the "highway" on the ice (weather was just too mild to stay home) and our afternoon was a great time of fellowship and adventure for a couple of old guys.
Sorry I didn't bring my camera. I will next time. There will be a next time. Yurts are very cool (at least this one is).
Date of stay: 01/16/2010
The Great Ice Drive Story
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I should have known seeing as how Dave Paterson was in charge. He did, after all, rob the Bent River General Store, remember?
Why walk when we can drive? That was our thinking as we eased Dave’s SUV out onto the White Lake ice in February, 2009. We didn’t hear a single creak or crack. We got out and jumped up and down, just like we were testing Pike Creek before a round of pond hockey. It seemed good and solid.
We hopped back on board, Dave P. and Greg Burke taking care of the driving, rolling down their windows in case they needed to, you know, swim. Greg Burke Jr., James Paterson, and myself, being adventurous, rode the running boards and rear bumper, holding onto the roof rack. If the car sunk, we figured we’d just float away, right?
It turned out to be an exciting and fun ride, and our faces couldn’t contain our smiles. For the first ten feet. That’s when the ice began to crack and groan, and the front tire broke through the crust, kicking up a pan of ice the size of a dinner table, and spitting up a spray of water to soak the side of the car.
“Go faster,” I said.
That was our second mistake.
Every few feet the car broke through another patch of ice, the tires bogging through the crust and kicking up more ice and water. All the snow had melted during a previous thaw, and by now we realized the lake hadn’t frozen over completely. There was a skim of ice over the real thick layer that was, we hoped, preventing us from plunging to the cold depths.
So we raced on, us three clinging to the roof rack for dear life, the driving team holding the steering wheel and “Oh, Shit!” handles as we picked up speed, thinking that if we drove fast enough we wouldn’t give the ice enough time to break underneath us.
As the speedometer climbed the car lurched to one side, then to the other as it fought through the pans of ice, the tires spinning, but it wasn’t until we reached a snow bank that things spun out of control.
The second the right tire hit it chewed up a heap of ice and water and caused the rear end to fishtail, depositing me on my back. In the brief second that flashed before me, I wondered, “Is this the untimely end of Dave Burke?” I thought the car would turn and topple over me, but instead it continued to fishtail as Dave hammered down on the gas.
I looked over my shoulder at Greg Jr. and James who, whipped from their perch on the bumper, slid on their backs like curling rocks, sweeping across the lake ice until they plunged into a snow bank and came to a rest.
I looked up to see Dad and Dave hightailing it back to shore. They’d make it and breathe a big sigh of relief.
We’d get to the yurt eventually, dragging sleds and backpacks full of gear (and beer) across the ice, and we celebrated our luck with a glass of scotch.
But Greg Jr. said it best as we raced back across the lake, on foot, checking for broken bones and concussions as we recovered from our spill: “Now that we’re okay and everything, that was f*&%#@g awesome.”
Date of stay: February 2009
The Box Of Shit
Dad and I made this nice box of shit (Boite de Merde) for Dave and the Yurtopia gang for Christmas 2008. It is a fine piece of architecture in the tradition of Chez Mac.
When using, try not to get carried away by mosquitoes, or in winter, try not to let your butt freeze to the wood.
It'd be an awful way to go.
Date of stay: February 2009
Good company, great Paterson host (Rick), gorgeous weather, shooting stars, tasty bbq with the appropiate beer and wine, spectacular shooting stars. What else can you ask for!
Date of stay: around early to mid-August 2009
T'was Sept. 07, some beautiful days
Out on my boat, enjoying Sun's rays
When off to the left, I saw a small sign
"For Sale" it said, nailed to a pine!
I must call Dave who's looking for land
A special place that's wild and grand,
A place to remind him of old Dick Lake
A place for his family & friends to take!
... to be continued!
Date of stay: 2007-2008
Henny Penny's story
Here are a few entries for the yurt log. Sorry, but I don't have any pictures.
My first real yurt trip occurred during the winter of last year along with Dr. Dave Dad Paterson, founder and yurter extraordinaire. I had been to the yurt before, but only to get a sneak peak, so this was my chance to get a real feel for the place. Dad offered to give me a tour of the place and suggested that we cross country ski over to the yurt. I thought this was a darn good idea. When we pulled into the parking lot one morning, the snow was falling and the sun was shining. Dad and I gathered our stuff (i.e. beers, wine, soup, triscuits), jumped on our skis and headed off. The ski over was highly enjoyable, but not as great as snow shoeing once we arrived at the yurt. On our snow shoeing adventure, we saw some moose prints. Neat! We kept our eyes out for actual animals, but didn't see any. I was a bit nervous we might be shot by hunters who frequent the woods beyond the yurt. This adds something a bit exciting to the yurting at White Lake, don't you think? Dad showed me the perimeter of the property and introduced me to Lake Jack (the nice little lake / pond not too far behind the yurt). After a morning of snow shoeing and lots of other exploring we had some lunch then headed out.
The second trip was during the summer of 2009, which was the first time I slept in the yurt. Dad and I took the pontoon boat over and set up. The trip included swimming in White Lake with Murphy (the very dumb black lab that belongs to Kate and Bill) and Eddie (the even dumber white lab that belongs to Patty and Sean), a gourmet dinner with bbq'd chicken, boxed wine and various pre-made salads (courtesy of Farm Boy in Kanata), bonfires, roasting hotdogs, fishing, some cleaning and organizing, and a breakfast with Bill and Mac the next morning. My bunk bed was quite cozy. I especially liked being able to look out at the stars from the opening in the roof.
Can't wait for the next yurt trip!
Henny Penny Paterson
Date of stay: 08/01/2009
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