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The summer really is over and the autumn colors up north were reds, oranges and purple pinks. We opened all the drains under the cottage, poured antifreeze into the appliances and toilets, pulled the water line out of the lake and locked the door. Someone takes our docks out to avoid ice damage and lifts the boats up onto a rack. We were lucky as the weather was warm and water calm. We have in past years closed when our fingers have nearly frozen off and waves crashing. We had a last glass of wine in Georgian Bay before a roaring evening fire - until next spring.
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