Marc and i are up at 6am to pick up his best friend Andy. Today would have been Tammy's (Marc's girlfriend) birthday. She died a few months ago. Its the first time Marc has been to visit her grave and its a sobering morning. I feel our weekend ahead will provide a needed distraction.
By midmorning were pack and ready to leave for Algonquin. The old adage of never seeing what's in your own back yard rings true as Marc has never been to the provincial park before. We book two nights at Lake Sunday and hire a canoe which is needed to access the site. We portage the canoe and then set up camp on the far bank of the lake. A surprise swim in the lake while boarding the canoe for a return trip into town for dinner leaves Marc's phone soggy. We drive to the nearest store to try the old bag of rice trick. A careful paddle back to camp for a campfire and soup dinner rounds out the day.