The 125th Birthday of Algonquin Park

Tiny quiet moments.

While paddling in Little Joe Lake I suddenly came upon a full grown bull moose standing waist deep by the shore munching on water lilies. There was such a deep silence. Above the soft ripple of my kayak  in the still waters  I heard a female and a calf moose crash through the forest to splash into the water. The young calf with spindly gangly legs stayed in the shadows of the forest. At this early time of year the water lilies provide the much needed saline required after an exceptionally long and enduring cold Canadian winter.

The next day while paddling in a smaller area between two lakes, up popped two loons. They were fishing within twenty feet from my kayak. Over three quarters of an hour passed as I drifted watching them routinely bob up for air and back deep down into the lake. They were successfully fishing as I’d noticed several different sizes of shiny silvery wiggling fish were being happily swallowed.

The story continues:

-with aromas from the exquisite five star meals, the crisp clean sheets, the warm crackling fires, the swimming, and the evening chilly breezes,  …

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