If summers spent at the cottage were fun, winters were a blast. There were hikes and hours spent on the snow mobiles, ice fishing, snowball fights and long nights spent in front of the fire, talking, playing cards and drinking hot chocolate by the gallon.

My favourite winter pastime was tobogganing. The cottage was set up high on a hill, near the road, with the river at the bottom of a long, gentle slope. I loved that toboggan. Old…