West from Algonquin we hit Lake Superior. The early settlers thought they’d hit the Pacific, and you can see why – the rugged coastline, the endless horizon, the choppy water. But instead it’s the largest fresh water lake in the…
Canoe Camping in Algonquin Park
“Fuck off!” I hear Janneke hiss in front of me as she wildly flails her arms around. She’s shouting at mosquitoes and horse flies. I’m also being attacked, but I can’t flail my arms because I’m carrying our canoe, which…