We could not have chosen a more ideal Saturday morning for a springtime breakfast at 175 Constance Lake Road nearby the Village of Dunrobin along the Ottawa River on the outskirts of Kanata. The azure dome was brightened by irrepressible yellow sunshine. The wind, though still brisk, refreshed the air and stiffened one’s resolve. The weekend atmosphere was palpable along March Road descending to Durobin Shores; that is, the traffic was noticeably less frantic than it customarily is during the workdays.

Upon arrival at Constance Lake Lodge we were soon absorbed in any examination of the many quaint relics peculiar to an historic fishing lodge and what (we presume) has become a resort for seaplanes and ritual motorcyclists. The place screamed weekend delight, including naturally fishing.  Some of the nearby cottages appeared to be inhabited already by revellers, one of whom was shirtless, boldly parading about the cottage deck in the early morning sunshine which glistened on the bay.

Everywhere to be seen was evidence of encroachment of springtime preoccupations: fruit and vegetable stands already erected in place, the sudden flourishing of trailers, flatbeds, boats and mobile homes; and the parade of shiny antique cars.