Thinking about staying at a Sauble Beach Bed and Breakfast? You're Going to Love Staying Here!
A long, cedar-lined drive leads to a beautiful Sauble Beach area Bed and Breakfast! From here, a quick 15 minute drive will have you basking on the sands of Ontario's number one beach! In addition to our lovely Bed and Breakfast, (which feels more like a Hotel), we offer some other services you might be interested in. That in a nutshell is what our business here is all about...enjoying our Sauble Beach accommodations because you've heard that its scenic, beautiful, tranquil, etc.; but keep coming back because we care about the personal touches; the little things that make a tourist's stay a delightful experience, to be pleasantly remembered.
Description Of Sauble Beach
Just south of the Fishing Islands, a long stretch of smooth shoreline and soft sands called Sauble Beach beckons the summer vacationer. At over 10 km long it is one of the longest freshwater beaches in the world, and has earned the right to call itself "Ontario's #1 beach". It is listed by Trip Advisor as one of the top three tourist attractions in the Bruce. History
Sauble Beach is a relatively new growth area in Bruce County, with most settlement and development occuring in the last 65 years or so, although apparently a cottager first took up residence there in the year 1877. Little did that first settler know the commercial hotspot that the area would become. When strolling the beach today, it is hard to imagine the world of just 150 years ago, when the land and lakes were abundant with untouched resources. An interesting story from the Fishing Islands, just north of Sauble Beach, may give the reader some idea of the immense changes that we have wrought, for good and bad, on the Bruce Peninsula. We turn to the story of
"Capt. Alexander MacGregor, of Goderich, who in 1831, when sailing among the group of islands now known as the Fishing Islands, discovered that the locality was teeming with fish. He soon established himself on one of the islands and commenced to gather in the harvest of its adjacent waters. Capt. MacGregor's greatest difficulty in taking advantage of this source of wealth of nature's providing, was to dispose of the immense quantities of fish that could be secured, as the number seemed unlimited. Some time about 1834, when in Detroit, Capt. MacGregor entered into a satisfactory contract with an American company, to catch and deliver in storehouses a quantity of fish of not less than three thousand barrels annually, the company at the same time agreeing to take as many more as he could secure. The price to be paid was one dollar per barrel, the company undertaking to clean, cure and pack all fish so delivered. The fish caught were principally white fish and herring, the catches of which were generally made by a seine, and were so large as almost to surpass belief. The process of securing the fish was conducted in a manner somewhat as follows: A man to watch for the approach of a shoal of fish would be stationed on a tree so situated that he might obtain a good outlook over the nearer part of the lake. The shoal when sighted seemed like a bright cloud moving rapidly through the water. The announcement of its approach filled each member of the camp of fishermen with a spirit of excitement and energetic activity. The large row-boat, the stern piled high with the seine, which for hours had been lying idly awaiting a sudden call like this, was then hurriedly manned. Under the lusty strokes of its crew it sped rapidly forward, guided by signals from the man on the outlook, the net was quickly dropped so as to encircle the shoal. The hauling of the net to shore then began. When the fish commenced to feel the pressure from the narrowing of the net, the scene was one long to be remembered. There in a small area were entrapped thousands and thousands of fish, sufficient possibly to fill five hundred to a thousand barrels. [In those early days and for some time after, before these waters had been over-fished, catches as large as these were not unfrequent.] The water in that circumscribed space seemed to be fairly alive as the fish in their efforts to escape rushed madly about, causing its agitated surface to glitter with the sheen of their silvery sides. All their efforts were futile; the seine was drawn closer to shore, and soon the fish were thrown out on the beach, this process being accomplished by a man standing bare-legged in the midst of the net-imprisoned fish, scoop in hand, who soon transferred them from their native element to land, where they formed a splendent mass, flapping and gasping life away. At times the catch was so large that the landing of the fish was extended over three days, so that none be lost through inability of the curers to handle so many. At other times, when the supply of barrels, or salt was running low, the net was opened to let a portion of the catch escape."
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