We enjoyed one last campfire before heading home. I thought it was still raining, but Ray pointed out it was just the ice melting from the trees. Yes, we did roast a few marshmallows for breakfast—why not? And when we noticed Kawartha Dairies in Huntsville was already opened at 10 a.m., we made a u-turn and gobbled up some early ice cream.
So, our Group of Seven adventure is done for now. I suspect we will be following in their footsteps again soon. We’ll close with a little chat about Lawren Harris as perhaps, like ours, his journey was a little less linear than the others. By 1967 Harris was excited by abstract painting. Those early shapes of Pic and the mountains where replaced by something I think looks like pizza gone crazy. Even the artist that designed Harris’ gravestone at the McMichael went for this shape! And that is where we will end our story—back at the McMichael where six members of The Group of Seven are buried (A. J. Casson, Lawren Harris, A. Y. Jackson, Frank Johnston, Arthur Lismer, and Frederick Varley). Loved our travel. But we all know—the best place is home. You are Always in my Prayers. Love Mom.
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