playing house in someone else’s house

ever since our stay-cation in april (which was not very “cation” at all, seeing as we painted the living room and ripped out a bunch of trees), pierre and i had been thinking about taking a weekend mini-trip to unwind properly. scrolling through his twitter feed one day, pierre found mention of a 10.8k race in prince edward county called the terroir run over the may 25-27 weekend. the route started at the old third winery (which we imbibed at last labour day weekend during our last visit to the county) and wended it’s way past a dozen other wineries before ending at norman hardie’s winery, where we’d be served lunch by local chefs. the race only had room for 100 registrants, so it took us all of three minutes to decide to sign ourselves up.

as per usual, pierre left it to me to find us somewhere to stay and, as per usual, i left it to the last minute to do so. i really didn’t want a room at a b&b, because the breakfast we’d want on race morning would be a half a grapefruit at 7:00, which, unless they’re the absolute lousiest b&b ever, probably wouldn’t be the menu. also, i’m not into small talk with strangers before i’ve had copious amounts of coffee — or ever, really. but because i also didn’t want to stay in picton’s one, sad, little hotel (the drake’s new digs don’t open until next spring), i was at a bit of a loss.

and then i found the most perfect 2-bedroom cabin on the lake, which could be ours for $280 for the whole weekend.

it was called the apple inn, and it was (appropriately) on the edge of creasy’s apple orchard in waupoos, just east of picton. it was right on the beach, with a private dock, running water, electricity, a 3-piece bathroom, a propane bbq, firepit, two small bedrooms, and a kitchenette. it was just basic enough to be rustic, but just outfitted enough to be comfortable.

in our short lifetimes, pierre and i have slept in a lot of hotel rooms, hostels, b&bs, cottages, tents, compounds (pierre), and beds that are not ours in general. but never have i opened the door to a place that was not mine and felt so immediately at home. on our second day there, at the end of a long day of farmers’ marketing, antiquing, and ice cream eating, pierre even referred to the place as home, as in “should we just go home now?”

we didn’t see a soul there all weekend — the orchard owners (who live across the street from the orchard) never stopped by to welcome us, or check up on us. there was no room service, and we cooked and cleaned up just like we do at home. no one to help us with our bags. no one we had to talk to at breakfast or on the elevator. and we were left a checklist of things to clean (like the shower) before we left. probably not most peoples’ idea of getting away for a weekend break, but we loved it.

it was everything we would want our cottage to be, in terms of size and amenities, if we owned one of our own. but at $280 for the weekend (and $560 for the entire week) we worked out that for under $2500 a year, you could easily spend half a summer at this place, without having to worry about upkeep and taxes.

we’ll definitely be going back next spring — or maybe next fall, when we could pick apples right out of the orchard.

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