Dad, my Auntie Mary and I headed up to the Lake of the Mountain in a bit of an around-about way, but that was okay. We had a wonderful lunch (Dad’s treat), but I failed to get one of the waiters to snap a photograph of the three of us. I think that this is a beautiful piece of landscape, with an interesting physical story. I love coming here.
I remember, first, visiting the Lake on the Mountain the summer that my sister got married. I’ve also enjoyed a lunch at the very same restaurant with my dear friends, John and David.
The Lake on the Mountain will be starting to bottle their wonderful beers in the autumn; they are presently just sold by the keg. I had a Reuben sandwich along with an IPA dark and it was a delicious pairing.