I just spent a relaxing weekend in Algonquin Park with my parents. It was a nice, quiet, uneventful weekend.
Except on Friday night when a group of boys went down to the beach at around 11:30PM and started making a lot of noise. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I got up from my tent (I happened to be wearing all black and probably looked like a bear in the dark) and crept down to the beach where I crouched down at the edge of the trees. It took a moment for them to notice me but they did… “WHAT’S THAT??” My response… (again, I don’t know what possessed me) “It’ssss Meeeee” in this sort of deep (voice of God?) voice. They squealed like girls, I cautioned them to be quiet. They shushed for a bit but then got louder. I walked away and then crouched down again. “It’s still me”. They were a group of boys from Toronto who had never been camping before. I’m not sure what they were expecting – a hooting and hollering good time probably. I bored them with a lesson on the stars. They got the message and went away. Very funny.
And then I spent a couple of hours in a canoe at dusk with my Dad on Kearney Lake on Saturday night. Paddling quietly with my dad was special – he fished, I paddled. The lake was glassy. The sky was clear and full of stars (and shooting stars – Persied meteor shower!). I need to get out of the city more often.Sigh.
