This summer I went on a canoe trip to Bon Echo Provincial Park in Ontario, with Allison, David, and Caroline. We didn't spend very long there, only about a day and a half, but it was beautiful. The water was clear and refreshing and the sun was bright. Most of the time. Our first night on the lake, the sky transformed from clear and sunny to pouring rain and can't-see-five-feet-in-front-of-the-canoe fog in about fifteen minutes. We thought about fighting it, but decided to take shelter on shore until it passed. We got drenched, but it was fairly warm. We made camp in a little clearing in the woods that night, where we set up David's voluminous eight man tent. We explored, went swimming, had supper, and slept. The next day, we slept in, or woke up early and contemplated the sun rising, wandered the woods, did some bouldering and canoed back. Short but sweet.
