Thinkingdog Publishing

  Roughing It Like a True Canadian (Yes, We Pay for This!) Let me explain something about being Canadian—specifically a Torontonian —that might sound completely bananas if you’re from, say, anywhere else. Every summer, without fail, we pay actual money to drive for hours (in traffic, because everyone else is doing it too) to stay in small, creaky wooden cabins that proudly boast such luxury features as… basic electricity, questionable plumbing, and the gentle hum of mosquitoes dive-bombing your forehead at 2 a.m. We call this “going to the cottage.” But don’t let that charming little word fool you. We’re not talking about lakefront villas with infinity pools and catered meals. No, no. We’re talking about roughing it. This is glamping ’s awkward cousin who wears Crocs unironically and thinks canned beans are a gourmet side dish. My American friends are baffled. “You pay for this?” “You drive hours to voluntarily not have a dishwasher?” “You left the city to use a compostin...