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Algonquin Camping for 12 hoursMy grandfather was born on Manitoulin Island. I had my first camping experience when I was two and went camping every summer with my family and grandparents up until the age of 16 or so.Our camping trips consisted of Papa steering the huge Ford Econoline directly into the 'bush'. No road, no legal campsite, we'd just plow through until my grandfather decided on a spot by the lake. We bathed in Lake Huron, cooked on the campfire and listened to the wolves howling at night. I haven't been camping for a stretch of time since then. I've done a couple overnight trips and some beach camping in Okinawa but haven't been out in the great Canadian wilderness in far too long. So I had over a week of holidays and my boy and I decided we'd head up to Algonquin. We rented a compact/econo car but ended up with a Ford Mustang convertible-(which is a whole other story). We left on a Monday morning with blue skies and the top down. All I wished for was to get back to nature-cheesy perhaps, but I can't deny this urge that's been thumping inside me as of late to be amongst trees and water. To be completely away from cities, people, shops and society in general. We were rained out. The first afternoon was fab, and then it started. First, a light rain, then a pounding, then a steady downpour followed by a further beating. We tried to stick it out, but 24 hours later, it hadn't let up at all....so we drove into town on our second night and we hooked ourselves up at a hotel. Not what I had in mind, but the pool was relaxing. We went back to the campsite the following day and it still hadn't stopped. It was now going on 48 hours of rain. We gave up. We came home. I know there'll be other chances. I was so defeated and it took me the drive home, with some help of Billy Bragg to figure out why I was so heart-breakingly sad. Camping had very much been a family thing-and ONLY on my mother's side of the family. I wanted the nostalgia. I wanted to regal the bf with hours of ridiculously boring camping stories. To tell him about how we used to make fun of my mum because everything she saw was so "purdy" and was prone to shedding tears at the sight of any scenic landmark. I wanted to relive some of the times I had spent with mum, Papa and grandma...since they are all gone now. I guess it wasn't meant to be, I should've known when I realized we had forgotten marshmellows. On a side note. I had an utterly stupid moment of panic when I thought I dropped the travel-sized toothpaste down the side panel where the convertible reclines. I was absolutely terrified, had a meltdown, was stressed as I told my bf "I think I've ruined the car...I think I broke it...what if the top won't go down because the toothpaste will have jammed it?" yea, bf was happy to point out that the convertible mechanisms, composed of steel bars would just slice through the wee toothpaste tube. uhh...right...I do have my stupid moments. I swear I usually am a very clever girl. Still don't know if the toothpaste fell down there. We did see two moose though. 6:46 PM - June 25, 2008 - post comment
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