This is a repost from three years ago. However, now that I’ve revisited my entire approach with how I wil use One Thousand Words I wanted to revisit it as this particular trip was a a truly meaningful experience that is still resonating with me today. In fact, I have a large 3.5 by 2-foot enlargement of this image framed and hanging in my studio directly across from my desk, so I actually see it just about every single day. Not just any photo could last that long in plain view I don’t think, at least not around me, if that offers any insight into the impact the beauty of this trip made on me.
We canoed into Little Misty Lake in Algonquin Park starting from an old logging access road in Kearney, Ontario. The day we broke trail it was cold, raining (all day while we were paddling) but had yet to snow yet that season. After the first night we woke to 24 inches of fresh snow and parts of the river icing over. It was a great initiation for Charlie as he learned the hard way swimming isn’t great this time of year.
On our way out of the park, there were many tress that had fallen under the wait of the snow and made the portages even more challenging. We were also trapped on the loggin road by serveral downed trees which we took turns cutting through with a small camping saw. Lucky for us we were prepared.