The last weekend of November found us at Algonquin Park. Algonquin is a crazy place -- a wonderful mix of dense coniferous forest and Canadian Shield -- and is, like, half the size of France. Lumbermen and trappers preceded the tourists here.
But on this day, no one awaited us but a lonely gatekeeper and a visitor's centre operator doing nothing more than trying to justify their presence. These are the attractions of the low season. No tourists -- just silence.
The first trail took us out to Bat Lake, an acidic lake, which means no fish, but lots of other life: birds, insects, and all manner of reptile. The second took us down the short Whiskey Rapids Trail. As you can tell, the water was running high on the ol ' rapids that day, leaving us with serious soakers. Amy managed to steer clear, avoiding recreating a scene from Deliverance. Sadly, no whiskey in sight.
Weekend beast count:
2 woodpeckers (one half the size of France)
1 large white rabbit desperately hoping for snow