Taking Along Some Of The Wild

I am so glad I got in one more canoe trip to Algonquin before India. This was my first Fall wilderness camping trip in about 20 years.

The leaves are brilliant this year, stunningly so... All shades of red, pink, crimson, orange, and yellow. When you come around the bend in the road and a vista of trees on fire fill your car window, you can't help but gasp and stop in mid-sentence of whatever conversation you were having.

The first night of our trip was cold. It was so cold that by 10 p.m., we were all wearing hats, gloves, and winter jackets around the campfire. It was so cold that when you walked away from the campfire, you could see your breath, but when you get too close to the fire, you got smoke in your eyes. It was so cold that my friend insisted I take one of the two sleeping bags she brought up so I can keep warm. I had only brought a light one. She had a warm sleeping bag, plus her winter coat and a heavy wool sweater.

The weather was glorious all weekend, but too cold to swim. I only had to get my feet wet before the rest of my body objected. We canoed each day and on Sunday, we went on a 10 km hike over buried railroad tracks. You can almost hear the train coming as the path wend through forests and over a lake.

I feel invigorated and am ready to take on India. I invite you to come with me as I try to document my trip here:

The Road To Delhi

Hope to see you on the road.