Last weekend I went on an extended weekend getaway to Algonquin Park with Paul, Jen and Caitlyn for a canoe trip to Burnt Island Lake. I have been to this part of the interior before and it was just as great as I remembered it.
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| Burnt Island Lake |
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| View from our campsite for 3 nights. |
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| Shiloh - He was a good dog except when he tried to get out of the canoe and nearly flipped it! |
Anticipating heavy rain on Sunday, we decided to set up this tarp system. We were limited by a lack of rope and suitable trees, but it held up somewhat. There was a decent thunderstorm on Saturday night and the wind was so fierce it ripped the eyelets out of the tarp in several places. We woke up around 5am and had to adjust some things to keep our stuff dry!
The incredibly strong winds persisted on Sunday all day, and we decided to move the tents to a more sheltered spot in some trees. We made a wall with the tarp. You can see in the photo below, the force of the wind kept it suctioned to the trees on the right.
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| Surrey peeks over the log while Paul sterilizes some water. |
The last night was quite chilly, dipping down to around 10 degrees. Late at night we woke up to the sounds of a wolf pack howling across the lake. A beautiful sound, hearkening back to the days when I worked as a park naturalist in Algonquin and helped lead the wolf howls. It was a great way to end a wonderful trip.
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