Photoblogging Algonquin Park

Elizabeth and I took the new Quotemobile out for an extended day-trip today, covering nearly 500 km. We headed north, stopping in Bancroft for lunch and then entering the southern reaches of Algonquin Park:

Not too far inside the Park boundary, you reach Brewer Lake. This is a view looking northwest across the lake.	This is looking southwest. The skies were getting dark, and it appeared that we were going to have to give up hope for photos soon after this.

Of course, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a couple of photos of the new Quotemobile, since we were parked in a scenic area:

Victor has accused me of caring more for the new vehicle than I do for him, but that's just because he's not able to drive yet, I'm sure. Plus, he's probably mad that I make him sleep in the driveway . . .

From Brewer Lake, we carried on along the parkway, missing several very scenic views along the way: either there wasn't enough room to park the truck so we could get photos, or I had someone too tight to my bumper to safely slow down. The next time we could stop for a few photos was at Lake of Two Rivers:

All four pictures were taken through a brief gap in the trees, perhaps 100 metres long. Aside from the beautiful scenery, what struck us most was the absolute silence. It was almost eerily quiet, with so little traffic in the park, it was several minutes between passing cars, and the air was relatively still. There were very few birds in the trees and they all seemed to be listening, too.

The road turned generally west after this, leading us eventually into Huntsville. We stopped for ah hour in Huntsville, wandering along the main drag and getting a a couple of photos:

A view of the church, from the waterside just below the bridge.	Looking away from the church, taken from the approach to the bridge.

After leaving Huntsville, we worked our way back to Dorset, and had dinner at the Fiery Grill restaurant. Unfortunately, I failed to notice the state of the gas tank on our way out of Huntsville, and we arrived in Dorset just after the only gas station in town had closed. After dinner, we had a bit of a concern that we'd run out of fuel somewhere on highway 35, before we could get to Lindsay. There was nothing in any of the little villages along our route (Pine Springs, Halls Lake, Boskung, and Carnarvon), until we got to Minden. To my surprise, we even found the price to be reasonable (88 cents per litre, rather than the 96.9 cents per litre we had to pay in Apsley on the way north).

All in all, a great way to spend a day. The weather co-operated for the most part, only threatening to rain every now and again, but never actually doing it.