Back in the third world where I come from, a grotto is not synonymous to a cave or cove. It’s associated with a man-made, artificial cave-like concrete structure with a statue of the Virgin Mary in it, surrounded by tiny statuettes of children and angels venerating the immaculate woman. There’s one outside the church premises or even in our Catholic High School. We knelt and prayed before it, of course. To the Virgin, not to the grotto. 🙂
Not far from the Indian Head Cove (3-5 minutes walk), is The Grotto of Bruce Peninsula where it meets the turquoise waters of Georgian Bay.
Before I explored The Grotto, I stopped by this cliff to dangerously pose.
In front of the cliff where I sat, were these two daredevils—cliff dating.
Conquering The Grotto is like cliff or rock climbing—sans the safety harness.
There’s no easy way…..
… but go down in a dangerous way.
This is it. But, I’m 100% sure you’re not looking at The Grotto.
Your life depends on how you hold on tight to the corrugated rocks…
…while your feet are grappling for something to temporarily stand on.
It’s not a long way down nor a long way up…
…but in one false step…
…you could be hurt or die.
But, once you’re down there…
…the reward is a refreshingly cool water, waiting to tell you, “Hello there, stranger! Welcome to my world!”