Visiting The Bass Islands of Lake Erie

Between the year of my birth and the early 2000s, I spent countless days and nights visiting my grandparents at their cottage on the east point of Middle Bass Island. The island was one of my favorite places on Earth. It was a relatively primitive place in the early years. The small grocery store only carried necessities, so my grandparents had to pack everything they needed and count on successfully growing a large and diverse garden, which they always did. Over the years, the island became more developed and less rugged, and my duties when I visited changed from simply having fun to helping keep-up the property once my grandfather grew too old to do a lot of the things himself. My grandparents sold the property in 2005 and I hadn’t returned until this past weekend.