LAKE KASHAGAWIGAMOG

Lake Kashagawigamog is part of a 5 chain lake extending from the village of Minden to the village of Haliburton. It is a popular tourist destination with many cottages, permanent residences and resorts. Bonnie View is located in a quiet bay just before the channel to big Kashagawigamog Lake.

Full of many different fish the lake has hosted many fishing tournaments-and our docks have seen countless large fish caught!! Lake trout, Walleye, muskellunge, whitefish, small and large mouth bass!!

THE LEGEND OF LAKE KASHAGAWIGAMOG
(KA-SHAG-A-WIG-A-MOG)
"The Indian stealthily moves through the winding defiles of the lofty Haliburton forest, as silently as the fleeting shadow. He emerges upon the shore of the lake where he stands motionless, shading his eyes with his hand as his glance rests upon the peaceful waters, which mirror the azure sky above. He then steps into his canoe and noiselessly dips his paddle as he gracefully glides upon the lake. Moving through the narrows, bays and broader expanse, he observes the protruse and deeply receding shore line-in picturesque phrase for which the race is noted, he calls it Kashagawigamog, meaning 'long winding waters'. Our attention is held as he fades into the distant haze and then forever disappears ~~ a figure of the remote past."**
**(From a 1945 Bonnie View Brochure)

BONNIE VIEW!!! WHENCE THE NAME

" Bonnie View Inn was named a most unique, romantic way. An old Scottish lady, a native of the district, sits entranced, as she gazes across the bay in which the Inn is situated, to the long skyline, and the Haliburton Highlands surrounding the lake. They are wreathed with a crown of trees of many varieties. She is lost in wonder with the beauty of the scene~~from the waves which lap the shore with absorbing rhythm, the majestic trees, slowly waving their boughs in the refreshing breeze, to the green crested 'braes and doons' thence over the dancing blue waters of the lake that sparkle in the sunlight to the distant horizon where the little hills are shrouded in a purple haze. They remind her of the heather covered hills of Scotland. As she sits there with the summer zephyr stirring her white hair, the beauty of the scene holds her enraptured. She shakes her head and murmurs "Aye, but its a Bonnie View."
What of the old Scottish lady you inquire?? Ah! In this shifting world, friends and things we hold dear disappear. The quiet and glimmering twilight fades from our view, but the everlasting hills and valleys, narrows and lakes forever remain the theme of our vision.
As she, and others before her stood upon the shore and sensed the rest of mind that the view inspires, so we in turn 'far from the maddening crowd' may here come to rest; when the wild beauty greets our gaze, we too will be led to exclaim "Aye, its a Bonnie View.""**

**(From a 1945 Bonnie View brochure.)