Hello, I'm the cottage on Clear Lake - and I've been waiting for you! Long before you arrived, I've been quietly watching the seasons pass - the shimmer of summer sun on still waters, the soft hush of snowfall on my roof, the way the trees sway gently in the evening breeze. I've stood here through laughter, through quiet reflection, through the kind of moments that don't ask to be photographed - they ask to be felt. You'll find me tucked down a winding road, where the noise of the world fades and something simpler begins. When you arrive, the lake will greet you first - calm, glassy, and endlessly patient. Then you'll step through my door, and I'll wrap you in the warmth of natural wood and stories told by the hands of local artists. I am built for presence, for connection, for long exhales. I've seen kids racing down to the dock with towels trailing behind them. I've heard the sizzle of BBQs, the late-night whispers in the bunkie, the sound of music carried over the lake. I've been lit by firelight and filled with the scent of marshmallows and pine. I've held generations - and I've held space for them to be together. And I'm more than just a summer fling. I'm a four-season haven, ready to hold you through autumn colours and snowy retreats. When you're away, I can welcome guests too quietly earning around $20,000 a year, sharing my magic and helping you along the way. But here's what I want most: to be yours. To be the place where your children set down their screens and pick up stones to skip across the water. To be where stories are passed around the fire, and memories are layered, year after year, like rings in a tree. One day, your children might bring their own little ones here - and say, "This is where I spent my summers." So come find me. I'm still, I'm waiting, and I already feel like home. (id:24570)