Arriving on the Bruce Peninsula feels like stepping into a landscape that refuses to sit still.
Wind off Lake Huron pushes at the limestone cliffs, and shelves of dolomite glint under a sun that changes mood with the breeze. Hike from Cyprus Lake Campground toward the Grotto and the forest opens — thin pines leaning toward the water, a carpet of lichen and roots that demand careful footing. The Grotto's sea cave calls the curious; blue-green pools mirror the sky and dare you to stand at the lip. At night a campfire throws a loose constellation of voices across campsites while frogs and whip-poor-wills answer.