Algonquin Park

My Dad and I drove up to Algonquin Park on Friday morning in the dark, and by the time we reached just outside of the park the roads were covered in ice, slush and strong winds of 70kph were starting to blow and 6 inches of snow and a nasty storm was being forecast and so we somberly came to the conclusion that we would be tempting fate by canoeing through whitecaps and snow in the freezing wind. 7 hours after leaving we made it back to Toronto.

I spent the weekend keeping a brave face on.

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