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Ipanema in Manitoba![]() Photo courtesy of Travel Manitoba
Grand Beach
A lot of Twin Citians head north to the lake on summer weekends. In Winnipeg, we do as well, but our lake is a lot bigger and is a legitimate long weekend destination for any Midwesterner. A quick glance at a map, and you can see why Lake Winnipeg looms large in the Manitoba consciousness. The province is known as the Land of 100,000 Lakes and Lake Winnipeg is far and away the largest; in fact, it ranks as the tenth-largest freshwater lake in the world. Its stretches of sand and scenery are on par with tropical beaches on oceans thousands of miles (and dollars) away. On scorching-hot days when kicking around in the city just doesn’t seem feasible, like a mirage, the shimmering waters of Lake Winnipeg roll around in my head. The magnetic pull is so palpable I can almost smell the suntan lotion. There’s simply no stopping the urge to jump in the car and head north. Once on the road, you’re presented with two disparate choices on opposing shores. If you head to the east side, you’ll end up at Grand Beach, where you can lie on a matchless stretch of sand once ranked by Playboy as one of the top ten beaches in North America (in contrast to those rocky Lake Superior foot scrapers). If you pick the western shore, you find yourself in Gimli, a quaint Icelandic fishing village with a smaller beach but no less beautiful coastline. Both Grand Beach and Gimli are equidistant from Winnipeg and less than an hour’s drive. Lake Winnipeg’s water is alluring, relatively clean, and rather warm. On an early fall Sunday last year when the mercury rose to uncommon highs, I frolicked in the lake for hours. Here’s a quick once-over for the uninitiated:
Grand Beach Beach bums such as Sarah Sitarz, a lifelong cottager from the nearby area known as Grand Marais, love Grand for its “pure sand and the Grand Beach Surf Club,” a fun beachside patio bar that offers people-watching of the highest order. Winnipegger Joanne Forzley says she’s lived elsewhere, but Grand Beach always draws her back. “It’s my favorite place in the world,” says Forzley, who’s been going to Grand Beach since she was five. Come summer, she’s always prepared: She keeps a bathing suit in her purse and a towel in her trunk. Paula Siwinska, visiting from Warsaw, Poland, was left in awe of the views while sauntering up the beach with relatives. “This is the most beautiful place in Manitoba, no?” she asks, adding that Grand Beach reminded her of seaside resorts on the Baltic Sea. In fact, there’s an ocean feeling to the entire experience. The powder sand and grass-topped dunes set the stage, and Lake Winnipeg seems so vast that it can be difficult to make out its westerly shores at the horizon line. Add intense sand volleyball games, oiled-up sunbathers, sailing, and sexy socializing, and it’s less of a hyperbole than you’d think to compare it to Rio de Janeiro’s famed Ipanema Beach. The only visible difference is the windsurfers on waves rather than surfers navigating rollers. Oh, and the concession stands here hawk burgers, hot dogs, and fries not coco gelado, grilled prawn kebabs, and cold beer. The Grand Beach campground, with its close proximity and easy access to East Beach, provides a quieter, family atmosphere. It’s also the best bet to view Manitoba’s most spectacular sunsets. A couple of years back, I spent my birthday camping with friends at Grand Beach. My memorable gift? One of the most breathtaking sunsets I’ve ever caught, plus s’mores and banana boats by the campfire. Grand Beach has been a favorite holiday destination since 1916, when it was developed by the Canadian Northern Railway. Alf Goodall, a spry ninety-year-old, recalls trainloads of sun lovers taking advantage of the boardwalk, carousel, and dance hall. He’s watched its evolution since the 1940s, when he began a “lifelong obsession” with Grand Beach. “In the 1950s, we bought a cottage so we could spend even more time here,” he says.
Gimli Gimli was settled by waves of Icelanders frustrated by an epidemic that wiped out sheep and crippled the island nation’s economy during the 1860s. They emigrated to form the Republic of New Iceland with Gimli as its capital, and the town remains the largest Icelandic settlement outside of the homeland. Iceland, one of Europe’s powerhouse fishing nations, left its Viking prints on almost every aspect of Gimli. The largest industry is commercial fishing (most of the walleye you eat in the Twin Cities comes from these waters), so Gimli’s very lifeblood emanates from Lake Winnipeg. Gimli has more than a mile of beaches within its boundaries, but the most popular stretch of sand lies right beside 1st Avenue, the main drag. The bottom drops gradually into the beautiful waters and this is where windsurfers show off their skills for sunbathers. But it’s the beach’s easy access to Gimli’s shopping and dining area at 1st Avenue and Centre Street that lures families, seniors, and all kinds of beach-crazed visitors. My personal Gimli ritual involves laying down a towel, going for a swim or two, then making the three-minute trek to Kris’ Fish & Chips for the oh-so-yummy pickerel (what you call walleye) and chips (pan-fried, of course, with extra lemon). Then I create a picnic lunch (or in the dog days of summer, sometimes even dinner) and dig in, on my towel, on the benches along the paved walkway, or even on the shaded grassy picnic area in front of the beach. The food is scrumptious, the lake vista stellar, and I can wash off any crumbs with another swim soon afterward. Other nearby options include the best imperial cookies (a sugar cookie with lemon and nutmeg) at Central Bakery (where there’s also a popular diner serving up basic breakfasts and lunches) and Kaffe Haus for an iced cappuccino. There’s even cool shopping at H.P. Tergesen & Sons—the oldest operating store in Manitoba (it opened in 1899)—with an original pressed tin exterior and interior. The vintage surroundings belie the store’s trendy merchandise, from the latest in beach fashions and rad surf-wear to a surprisingly excellent book selection. Gimli Beach is also one of the venues during The Gimli Film Festival (August 1–5 this year), where you can see quirky Canadian movies on a giant screen erected in Lake Winnipeg. Nothing quite compares to sprawling on a moonlit beach on a hot summer night and watching a flick into the wee hours. Gimli Stay Eat Do Gaylene Dempsey is a Winnipeg-based writer who loves Minnesota, but is stymied by its lack of glorious beaches.
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