The history of my relationship with my tent, in five parts:
I’ve had a number of surprise finds while out and about. Here’s a potential trapper’s cabin on a lake in Northwestern Ontario:
What started off as a conversation over dinner after a trade show, led to me clearing trails in northwestern Ontario six weeks later.
In the haste to get trails cleared in time for one outfitter’s season opening trip, we pushed the limits of ice out in Woodland Caribou Provincial Park.
Jenny and I said good-bye to our clients, consolidated gear, repacked her tripping canoe and headed out to paddle Carlyle Lake for a short scouting mission.
You may find it hard to believe, but before last weekend I’d never paddled in Algonquin Park.