tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86799142315928225032024-02-19T01:55:46.218-05:00Fan of Algonquin ParkFan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-970539208321953942015-01-01T00:37:00.000-05:002016-11-22T16:27:33.646-05:00At Rest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UZJaHzuOB_AAhUEgO1HlVcMuRt7qIYRPK7aAyPc2mHcuso6V2cG46WQ1MO1jPdN-T0rA6v8rCk7Wa8dfiKgjVV4G1DjxLkMY5uU_nwC4KHXdLJiTpUxUXb3gTDpBmQP5qwijfOyE4g8/s1600/IMG_3101+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UZJaHzuOB_AAhUEgO1HlVcMuRt7qIYRPK7aAyPc2mHcuso6V2cG46WQ1MO1jPdN-T0rA6v8rCk7Wa8dfiKgjVV4G1DjxLkMY5uU_nwC4KHXdLJiTpUxUXb3gTDpBmQP5qwijfOyE4g8/s320/IMG_3101+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" height="239" /></a><br />Thwarted on two previous occasions I was elated when I finally located the grave of Captain John Dennison, an early pioneer who moved his family to Opeongo Lake around 1871 and there established farms, over two decades before Algonquin came into existence. Life was a constant struggle and not without tragedy; in 1877 two grandchildren died and were buried on the property. In June 1881, at the age of 82, Captain Dennison also died after a fatal encounter with a black bear. He was buried close to the children, his grave enclosed within a cedar rail fence and marked with a simple copper plaque. The surviving family members departed in 1882 and a century later a memorial was added by his grave, commemorating the deaths of all three members.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-55734413968754185092015-01-01T00:36:00.000-05:002016-11-22T00:38:14.684-05:00If A Tree Calls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuptgi2PmaDXnBuidjQafNpRByIMrL99V5FzOvnxi0qhIrM7lTfB8l0SqJAuA9qMdD58cVGYLpNxba-JiUq-f4ugtSNfRbwuPO620zNWp47O-djKmFvTxn71JXe_1czwKlC_dC6JndZA/s1600/DSC06933M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuptgi2PmaDXnBuidjQafNpRByIMrL99V5FzOvnxi0qhIrM7lTfB8l0SqJAuA9qMdD58cVGYLpNxba-JiUq-f4ugtSNfRbwuPO620zNWp47O-djKmFvTxn71JXe_1czwKlC_dC6JndZA/s320/DSC06933M.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><br />If a tree calls in the forest does anybody hear? If you subscribe to Bell Mobility you should be able to hear loud and clear when you are by Km 7, where at the parking lot and trailhead for Whiskey Rapids you can find a cellular tower disguised as a pine tree. The 97' tall monopine was erected by Environmental Integration in the summer of 2007 and with its 17' branches and realistic looking bark, blends in with its surroundings and fools many passing motorists.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-50389886177239378412015-01-01T00:35:00.000-05:002016-11-20T16:48:12.420-05:00Opeongold<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSWjRve-NCtzxtrTcNc1vt21TjpOwcqZxaB_oD4vmORlPzlp_0plDEzB-Yo7YF96qRYWx6rnpQDz8U0APULAP42SaOqEhAhRWUTmXp91upRxDvgKLK58WH1OC21NXhCIti5xCgbWkjhE/s1600/DSC09760+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSWjRve-NCtzxtrTcNc1vt21TjpOwcqZxaB_oD4vmORlPzlp_0plDEzB-Yo7YF96qRYWx6rnpQDz8U0APULAP42SaOqEhAhRWUTmXp91upRxDvgKLK58WH1OC21NXhCIti5xCgbWkjhE/s320/DSC09760+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><br />Following the peak of the red and sugar maples along the corridor on the western side there is an encore when the aspens, birches and tamaracks on the eastern side turn gold, a period when the Opeongo area becomes Opeongold. After crossing Costello Creek, a short hike through the bush brought me to a ledge that offered this panoramic view of Sproule Bay, home to Algonquin Outfitters store and the access point for many people heading out on Opeongo Lake and beyond.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-69140592579190584552015-01-01T00:34:00.000-05:002016-03-05T16:16:00.191-05:00Train Stop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G-LIrkWCanEJAugUE4SQGx9T9Nn3c08inEF69svdEh1YEegEPBEj6xuS44rpHCcCxmCcTL5C5hmuWD-JAIKRTU2fnInBg0JOt3bqibvNmOekqLK1ijXQrlB0OFk6xNfLm1D2PUT4oqQ/s1600/DSC08185M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G-LIrkWCanEJAugUE4SQGx9T9Nn3c08inEF69svdEh1YEegEPBEj6xuS44rpHCcCxmCcTL5C5hmuWD-JAIKRTU2fnInBg0JOt3bqibvNmOekqLK1ijXQrlB0OFk6xNfLm1D2PUT4oqQ/s320/DSC08185M.JPG" /></a><br />Cache Lake was once the hub of Algonquin and during its heyday was the location of Park Headquarters, the Highland Inn and Algonquin Park railway station. The last train to stop here was in 1959, to collect youth campers from Camp Tanamakoon, and the railway ties lifted in the fall of that year. The right of way is still discernable, flanked by forest, the hustle and bustle of a bygone era now replaced by stillness and silence on this winter afternoon. Established as a historic site, a series of five interpretive panels commemorate the past and the role the railway has played in the area and for tourism in the park.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-12096588785404245092015-01-01T00:33:00.000-05:002015-10-26T14:57:30.221-04:00Reason: Freezn'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurBaArg8QFaMytMsrG-dvt-3QwUz8bK7rjy4v5K2fGXtkCvVHe2tK5SseDrY9NWMBrOCNbLcaIr4KRKzPpU6veu3zqT4iLasM063qVCIWB7eBOQYgUli2Zswg74zhA-8aUj59NbcE7lE/s1600/IMG0409M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurBaArg8QFaMytMsrG-dvt-3QwUz8bK7rjy4v5K2fGXtkCvVHe2tK5SseDrY9NWMBrOCNbLcaIr4KRKzPpU6veu3zqT4iLasM063qVCIWB7eBOQYgUli2Zswg74zhA-8aUj59NbcE7lE/s320/IMG0409M.JPG" /></a><br />By the end of October most of the deciduous trees are bare, as is the highway corridor of tourist traffic, and all of the lodges, youth camps and concessionaires are closed and winterized for the season, like this humourous sign I noticed and photographed while attending a recent workshop at the Harkness Laboratory.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-84411576315313867982015-01-01T00:32:00.000-05:002015-10-26T14:19:38.238-04:00Black and Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDrACl_6NNogA02z05h7vLiCpd4RwvlR81GTyyNBxq-2dPgWn2mOwyxMtXk80woTi87O2foJlHeJGsowPmLO-8HlxG6zq59cN8fTQdDNWvKU97ClptwVuoKDSY_ICWfrxdHNUYBcAjkM/s1600/DSC07395+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDrACl_6NNogA02z05h7vLiCpd4RwvlR81GTyyNBxq-2dPgWn2mOwyxMtXk80woTi87O2foJlHeJGsowPmLO-8HlxG6zq59cN8fTQdDNWvKU97ClptwVuoKDSY_ICWfrxdHNUYBcAjkM/s320/DSC07395+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br />This patch of Pickerelweed captured my eye on an early fall morning, its stems and leaves arranged in a haphazard pattern, silhouetted and reflected in the still water.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-29123735349453031662015-01-01T00:31:00.000-05:002015-10-25T18:40:34.019-04:00A Perfect Storm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGN8t2NSSxrJbImGjThvKviZbfFFPh0yCNtHIp2ovZtQMaxLtxn1JajfrTDG5V5ZxSALQEyUzX_Jx2Kzojy8SF2PyVHlgf_aJEUDZN5qc8lxOcDDrsFciDPv5CSUm6omc4kXIsi9SnPag/s1600/DSC07600M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGN8t2NSSxrJbImGjThvKviZbfFFPh0yCNtHIp2ovZtQMaxLtxn1JajfrTDG5V5ZxSALQEyUzX_Jx2Kzojy8SF2PyVHlgf_aJEUDZN5qc8lxOcDDrsFciDPv5CSUm6omc4kXIsi9SnPag/s320/DSC07600M.JPG" /></a><br />Every autumn for one or more weekends, a combination of conditions: peak colours, beautiful weather and weekend daytrippers, converge to form a perfect storm. Traffic is chaotic, often backed up at the West Gate entrance and along the corridor drivers have to negotiate gauntlets of parked vehicles and distracted pedestrians, and every scenic trail is packed with people, jockeying for time and space at the summits for photo ops. The best place to escape these aggravations is out on the water as I was when I took this photograph, of Camp Northway's cabin with the vantage point at Post 7 from the Track and Tower Trail above it, crowded with people. Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-13913876516210381372015-01-01T00:30:00.000-05:002015-10-26T14:23:40.228-04:00Lookout Ladder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyghGepqohQnDthsonJFV6suTx4mBhyj964t_DHw03LXEiQ9Oc_Rc6wxHxSbsRusTYJbZ8YgINacQ3QriTKmyipPNxcbgPqkL2tRiusWWpXbgd-207MCmedUn6v3mzxNNpD37CZfKhd6w/s1600/DSC06732M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyghGepqohQnDthsonJFV6suTx4mBhyj964t_DHw03LXEiQ9Oc_Rc6wxHxSbsRusTYJbZ8YgINacQ3QriTKmyipPNxcbgPqkL2tRiusWWpXbgd-207MCmedUn6v3mzxNNpD37CZfKhd6w/s320/DSC06732M.JPG" /></a><br />Despite claims of it being long since fallen, I set out to find the location and fate of the Smoke Lake Fire Tower, one of eight that formerly existed in the park and the only one that was built utilizing a tree, a ladder leading up to a wooden observation platform erected at the top of a white pine that towered above the surrounding canopy of hardwoods. Constructed by fire rangers Aubrey Dunne and Max Hubert in 1925, it was struck and killed by lightning in the 70s and its top later broke off. I found the lower fifty feet still standing, its bottom festooned with spikes and its ladder attached, the top rungs reaching up into the sky.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-74787693183252951492015-01-01T00:29:00.000-05:002015-06-20T00:59:11.418-04:00Damselfly in Distress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeepkjSlqkB7u7f4GJ-PB6ztBlK_5O6bk0vU3BQ3zcj9WETj2-f9Jd_WKuzqcGsYxwAuuUGPaGT5XDOu4DcUcMAuwnMzt6CtEmo06F2IzQA8-02YW8irtlBITJgT-gH6odwAMnrGE7WEA/s1600/DSC06212M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeepkjSlqkB7u7f4GJ-PB6ztBlK_5O6bk0vU3BQ3zcj9WETj2-f9Jd_WKuzqcGsYxwAuuUGPaGT5XDOu4DcUcMAuwnMzt6CtEmo06F2IzQA8-02YW8irtlBITJgT-gH6odwAMnrGE7WEA/s320/DSC06212M.JPG" /></a><br />After portaging our kayaks to Wolf Howl Pond, we spent several hours exploring the flora and fauna on each side of the trail that bisects it. While photographing Round-leaved Sundew, we noticed several had random wings attached. At that moment a bluet damselfly appeared and as it hovered above, first one wing and then the other became trapped by the carnivorous plant. As it struggled to free itself its abdomen was snared by a third leaf, immobilizing it and demonstrating the effectiveness of the glue-like substance found at the tips of each leaf, that earns the plant its name. Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-47974462643519785532015-01-01T00:28:00.000-05:002015-06-06T23:08:27.578-04:00Turtle 101<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_yzGCcOJw92UB7O58ZkbS5qlZQ5BsCPDhtaIJH1fsvtH5RH7Tk9ApyEYkBcxqazDBuJJzg0w7XyeDIhFPdR1jhzKPsh0shtKLYPbZy89jE0EfZNIGPLCVaY4Tt1yekV-FglScDITfoI/s1600/DSC05264M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_yzGCcOJw92UB7O58ZkbS5qlZQ5BsCPDhtaIJH1fsvtH5RH7Tk9ApyEYkBcxqazDBuJJzg0w7XyeDIhFPdR1jhzKPsh0shtKLYPbZy89jE0EfZNIGPLCVaY4Tt1yekV-FglScDITfoI/s320/DSC05264M.JPG" /></a><br />When hiking the Mizzy Lake Trail you may often find marked turtles basking in Wolf Howl Pond and West Rose Lake, subjects captured and numbered by turtle researchers from the Wildlife Research Station. We encountered "turtlers" Damien and Tyler, who allowed us to handle a couple of Painted Turtles while educating us about them.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-74671303917163859122015-01-01T00:27:00.000-05:002015-04-30T23:23:06.542-04:00Algonquin's calling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uQKht-MNxeLGr1HUj9oONzUAbaSVdMNrfudw5zn9Hodr_Wsb5fbj5WpLXkW-cEh5BqtVtz9C_76v_52Uv2S-xME1xDLezurYtwypWh18dm25g2Dp_BdNTyvLYB-cTkEX59utwBAo0Xw/s1600/Algonquin's+Calling+M.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uQKht-MNxeLGr1HUj9oONzUAbaSVdMNrfudw5zn9Hodr_Wsb5fbj5WpLXkW-cEh5BqtVtz9C_76v_52Uv2S-xME1xDLezurYtwypWh18dm25g2Dp_BdNTyvLYB-cTkEX59utwBAo0Xw/s320/Algonquin's+Calling+M.jpg" /></a><br />The only thing better than visiting Algonquin is living there! I'm looking forward to calling the park home for six months, from the beginning of May until the end of October, and living the dream!Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-3245174794105174132015-01-01T00:26:00.000-05:002015-03-13T16:40:35.735-04:00The Promise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztkLyFszYauaRiT6FWKqF7v2szfpvm69RRz9KenIPNUDS-Of8hl7fXV_wwmcT6YucKfBz9dQw2w1d08DvGI8Arek2MxHOeYcYdhngTQpGaUl1rd12TdNffA8rjImYzTqKtqt5_oN4jjg/s1600/DSC07823+-+Copy+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztkLyFszYauaRiT6FWKqF7v2szfpvm69RRz9KenIPNUDS-Of8hl7fXV_wwmcT6YucKfBz9dQw2w1d08DvGI8Arek2MxHOeYcYdhngTQpGaUl1rd12TdNffA8rjImYzTqKtqt5_oN4jjg/s320/DSC07823+-+Copy+(2).JPG" /></a><br />March heralds milder temperatures, longer daylight and with the approach of spring, the promise of paddling soon!Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-52147519002209040542015-01-01T00:25:00.000-05:002015-03-12T18:54:45.147-04:00Summit Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXmi3Z-9WY7PGtk-Oa0it2tMxWyb9U4NhLVa97LoziD__h9b1t7OJusl0iC8cSU1E9w95ape7spFMQ4lQDujQwIxgvzFjcefIUeDyVGWtyVB5OB15S833EMyDhBID609jJtT-45rpihI/s1600/DSC03130M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXmi3Z-9WY7PGtk-Oa0it2tMxWyb9U4NhLVa97LoziD__h9b1t7OJusl0iC8cSU1E9w95ape7spFMQ4lQDujQwIxgvzFjcefIUeDyVGWtyVB5OB15S833EMyDhBID609jJtT-45rpihI/s320/DSC03130M.JPG" /></a><br />A beautiful sunset marks the end of another great day in the park, as seen from the summit of the Old Lookout Trail, with Pog Lake and Lake of Two Rivers/Island below.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-20385820258456892562015-01-01T00:24:00.000-05:002015-02-28T19:42:10.690-05:00Valentine's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCB41066ewf_Ta0UtA73DHAATHP4y4beD5e8tf3h5hueaklcxNDVHl1Gk9gkSv1EWZt7dgr5kiGl98EjMI1rnkQC9-fdsERGY3O28IPxOaVv3IZQaqMrDejZjTRwS059IVFBONFBDGZ8/s1600/DSC04594+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCB41066ewf_Ta0UtA73DHAATHP4y4beD5e8tf3h5hueaklcxNDVHl1Gk9gkSv1EWZt7dgr5kiGl98EjMI1rnkQC9-fdsERGY3O28IPxOaVv3IZQaqMrDejZjTRwS059IVFBONFBDGZ8/s320/DSC04594+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br />The Winter in the Wild Festival was held on Valentine's Day and was a wonderful time spent with the loves of my life, Morwen and Algonquin.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-67381736603466489212015-01-01T00:23:00.000-05:002015-02-27T14:04:43.118-05:00Row, Row, Row Your Boat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIH8AWmIixuxOt8pMRAw3YwhASij72zKBt_8_0u7m40jCu33U8OxpztZeqjcQfLf9mWTjGjBIBLHYeHWj5YiuzlDd4-byShZ3LYK4XJ9e53nh3mLdbm_IwoWfqL_HgYpROKljj0WDKBH0/s1600/DSC03787+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIH8AWmIixuxOt8pMRAw3YwhASij72zKBt_8_0u7m40jCu33U8OxpztZeqjcQfLf9mWTjGjBIBLHYeHWj5YiuzlDd4-byShZ3LYK4XJ9e53nh3mLdbm_IwoWfqL_HgYpROKljj0WDKBH0/s320/DSC03787+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br />A lone tinny rows gently across the placid surface of Lake of Two Rivers, suspended in a dream-like landscape captured at daybreak.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-31145555367221100932015-01-01T00:22:00.001-05:002015-02-22T16:03:28.106-05:00Then and Now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYNp1lL0RknHzp5oXyZx3VTq_N8K998ylZsaMbKuFq_P-XsO0Sj5OhV21cJeEUKjs0xenT-hntrVigRQ-QRnj7fOw_45T_ESWhhGKP0u6oOXGwegn4-I8s9T86HoupgN1dM0k-FD2oGI/s1600/Rare+Find+DSC04698M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYNp1lL0RknHzp5oXyZx3VTq_N8K998ylZsaMbKuFq_P-XsO0Sj5OhV21cJeEUKjs0xenT-hntrVigRQ-QRnj7fOw_45T_ESWhhGKP0u6oOXGwegn4-I8s9T86HoupgN1dM0k-FD2oGI/s320/Rare+Find+DSC04698M.JPG" /></a><br />I was elated to find and buy from a thrift store, a rare copy of the first reptile booklet produced by the park in the late 1950s. It made for interesting reading with its archaic nomenclature and handling procedures however even more fascinating is that since then the number of species reported in the park has increased, with turtles doubling from 3-6 and snakes from 6-9. Although some species are rare and others no longer seen, it raises speculation about the factors between then and now.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-11832871411593365602015-01-01T00:21:00.000-05:002015-02-19T16:07:24.126-05:00A Wild Celebration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFr1d7EpGHq75fEWADoAmBFuifHEjHzFVjdyNg3zL8_MSCxI8zJFX-i55auk8u4LC4jeUHyHmPhPAVCO_QcFpMG3XEp7-M7dtr8mSo7_0vaIEnN6Mqd-MuJgAR5Z7NjpnrVdN4ZdfW3w/s1600/IMG_8117+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFr1d7EpGHq75fEWADoAmBFuifHEjHzFVjdyNg3zL8_MSCxI8zJFX-i55auk8u4LC4jeUHyHmPhPAVCO_QcFpMG3XEp7-M7dtr8mSo7_0vaIEnN6Mqd-MuJgAR5Z7NjpnrVdN4ZdfW3w/s320/IMG_8117+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br />A moose carcass, salvaged from an earlier road kill, was placed by park staff near Sunday Creek below the Visitor Centre, where visitors could observe it, close up via scopes, and hoped to witness nature's cycle in action. From death comes life, a wild celebration of renewal as it will be scavenged, distributed and reconstituted into other life throughout the ecosystem. When we attended the Winter in the Wild Festival, a couple of days later, there hadn't been any activity reported yet. Taken with my iPhone pressed against the eyepiece of the scope, the scene reminded me of a full moon, another of nature's cycles.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-90234291561737584002015-01-01T00:20:00.000-05:002015-02-19T12:43:54.465-05:00A Bird Named Leu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HR4WvXd3J8-NnO8CRq0zx_Uztt9xJbGXdgcThbyy4fpl1DxWsOaaWNuLrbYTXJnoPTCzSB3dbXufdtYPon22QEkdX5fIE7aQHrzEYEnYpryS9D8AgV1YfDLS5A4PNLjxqERbWbChmJ8/s1600/DSC07616M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HR4WvXd3J8-NnO8CRq0zx_Uztt9xJbGXdgcThbyy4fpl1DxWsOaaWNuLrbYTXJnoPTCzSB3dbXufdtYPon22QEkdX5fIE7aQHrzEYEnYpryS9D8AgV1YfDLS5A4PNLjxqERbWbChmJ8/s320/DSC07616M.JPG" /></a><br />Leu is the name we christened a particular Black-capped Chickadee that we have spotted several times and on one occasion enticed it to feed from our hand. Our name for it is a contraction of its condition, known as leucism, a genetic mutation that prevents melanin and other pigments from being deposited normally on feathers, creating white patches on its black cap.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-49584902688466374322015-01-01T00:19:00.000-05:002015-02-13T15:19:31.503-05:00Brewer Lake Stumps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ROtDTk4d2Cs3Mo8617MEZoYgG5d8xs3nZzDWvGKy2rCZLDuCFaD2rkeG3vd1vajoDC6PIIdaqURd9SwmvMQUkatqEUZCcD4uXqFKYHIiYpuThUjNwn8Igbei-Ky5Yq4Aqu0IPLSJziE/s1600/DSC03750+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ROtDTk4d2Cs3Mo8617MEZoYgG5d8xs3nZzDWvGKy2rCZLDuCFaD2rkeG3vd1vajoDC6PIIdaqURd9SwmvMQUkatqEUZCcD4uXqFKYHIiYpuThUjNwn8Igbei-Ky5Yq4Aqu0IPLSJziE/s320/DSC03750+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br />This stump at Brewer Lake captured my attention and made for an interesting photograph. What stumps park historians is the origin of its name. It appears on the GTR map of 1906 as Brewer’s Lake and as Brewster’s in some records. By that date the St. Anthony Lumber Company Railroad to Lake Opeongo had passed the lake, so may have been someone associated with that company. The name Brewer Lake appears for the first time on the CNR map of 1926. There was a ranger Carl Brewer on the park staff through the 1920s, and his name may have influenced the change, but he was not on the staff when first named before 1906.
Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-81928006389824674622015-01-01T00:18:00.000-05:002015-02-13T13:40:25.216-05:00What the Fox Said<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkoV50avRIkGEcMzlczo7HEH1joowwHTDmKzkdZOgu1LbqGSquDXEOkQfrDVKRflxrFQD7lVqsApw0chkKEVuKAOV5I9dGAppwdqcYUTGxtGmc9LpRRT9EQxZ9y7SlZy2n2RYOt8aQP8/s1600/What+The+Fox+Said+IMG3522M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkoV50avRIkGEcMzlczo7HEH1joowwHTDmKzkdZOgu1LbqGSquDXEOkQfrDVKRflxrFQD7lVqsApw0chkKEVuKAOV5I9dGAppwdqcYUTGxtGmc9LpRRT9EQxZ9y7SlZy2n2RYOt8aQP8/s320/What+The+Fox+Said+IMG3522M.JPG" /></a><br />I spotted this red fox sitting by the side of the road and pulled over across from it. My window wasn't working so I cautiously opened my driver's door to photograph it, hoping not to startle it. It startled me instead by bounding over and almost inviting himself into the cab, telling me that sadly he had become habituated to humans and was expecting a handout.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-58329665765625339972015-01-01T00:17:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:55:16.969-05:00Spruce Grouse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJ4mn-V-ilfrebW-nGQIqnp9q3zXTdYSGlEUSbBDW6EBvSAElay-BQR7PTCmU8azGOns2nfov9e2bQafZq0KWq1nm4XPZretQYfIsP2gwU5K3IMyFEfahDQ_ky1s-IeckasebQD_KmuM/s1600/Spruce+Grouse+DSC04170M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJ4mn-V-ilfrebW-nGQIqnp9q3zXTdYSGlEUSbBDW6EBvSAElay-BQR7PTCmU8azGOns2nfov9e2bQafZq0KWq1nm4XPZretQYfIsP2gwU5K3IMyFEfahDQ_ky1s-IeckasebQD_KmuM/s320/Spruce+Grouse+DSC04170M.JPG" /></a><br />Mizzy Lake Trail is a favoured haunt of the Spruce Grouse, a northern specialty, who are often spotted along the abandoned railroad bed searching for grit and displaying.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-61876730399802638152015-01-01T00:16:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:54:46.037-05:00Frank MacDougall Parkway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19Yhvwa5_vr74AIpK6bLt5bR50E-Wk2Mb53CB71LA8sYGgV-JmBZb9gyps8IyAl46Oj9wjoSc-8lVfrQ6JMUqZeTTlsqHsk2HcWDLTm-aBZud4a1T-_V4F_4PFQk-YWatLPtrl3kNCxA/s1600/Frank+MacDougall+Parkway+IMG3555M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19Yhvwa5_vr74AIpK6bLt5bR50E-Wk2Mb53CB71LA8sYGgV-JmBZb9gyps8IyAl46Oj9wjoSc-8lVfrQ6JMUqZeTTlsqHsk2HcWDLTm-aBZud4a1T-_V4F_4PFQk-YWatLPtrl3kNCxA/s320/Frank+MacDougall+Parkway+IMG3555M.JPG" /></a><br />The 56 km section of Highway 60 that traverses the park from gate to gate was designated as the Frank MacDougall Parkway in 1976, in honour of his 35 years of service, ten years as park superintendent and twenty five as Deputy Minister of Lands and Forests, the highest non-elected position in the Civil Service. During his tenure in Algonquin from 1931-1941, he was known as the "flying superintendent" for introducing airplane service and was in office when construction of the highway began and was completed in 1937. I am often teased that 60 is the highway number not the speed limit as I am prone to drive slower through the park, hoping to spot wildlife and scenic views to photograph.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-13343947932489774992015-01-01T00:15:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:54:08.269-05:00Beaver House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIO5sWrBgDfAFsj_a6GUp5jLAl8Bdb7NElj4SaP3omBG5L1syjxO8ZPHI4ncN-acrfJXjzX7lM6kned-m6KZyXyT-ziX0hLASLxXigOOA1Qapg3NSJPvutDXSGNyD6lDiDLAM-eKMVr-Y/s1600/Beaver+House.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIO5sWrBgDfAFsj_a6GUp5jLAl8Bdb7NElj4SaP3omBG5L1syjxO8ZPHI4ncN-acrfJXjzX7lM6kned-m6KZyXyT-ziX0hLASLxXigOOA1Qapg3NSJPvutDXSGNyD6lDiDLAM-eKMVr-Y/s320/Beaver+House.JPG" /></a><br />On the Opeongo Lake Road, north of Turtle Rock bridge and near the end of the straightaway, you can find this view of Costello Creek with Opeongo Ridge in the background. This scene was painted by A.Y. Jackson in 1967, in his painting called <i>Beaver House</i>, which you can view at the following website <a href="http://www.ayjacksontrail.ca">www.ayjacksontrail.ca</a>Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-18207811791977477152015-01-01T00:14:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:53:51.747-05:00Centennial Ridges Trail<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrLzQm75615q-4vJtfRZSEIfAHdXZ93FOPdARn088xj_oS-MXeoHJhX8FyaEVSkAPTJFsXIFh0tXeqMPAC85yIIJlR1axz5cg_4rCTFXaX_xvc9slSNcMmVBc4IbeE5d8yhLjQuGCMXU/s1600/Centennial+Ridges.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrLzQm75615q-4vJtfRZSEIfAHdXZ93FOPdARn088xj_oS-MXeoHJhX8FyaEVSkAPTJFsXIFh0tXeqMPAC85yIIJlR1axz5cg_4rCTFXaX_xvc9slSNcMmVBc4IbeE5d8yhLjQuGCMXU/s320/Centennial+Ridges.jpg" /></a><br />At 10 kilometres in length Centennial Ridges Trail is the longest of all the hiking trails, and a very demanding one with its multiple climbs and descents. Opened in 1993 to commemorate Algonquin's centennial year, it pays tribute to a number of people who played a significant role in the park's history and offers breathtaking views from its many cliffs.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679914231592822503.post-32231088836313191572015-01-01T00:13:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:53:00.804-05:00Might of Way<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7-Yd6ZdqEwrckt77eYjavCIOtbpAar9eR99DgKk-xuf22jKT3VSKZxeOli3Z81xaUHJssYGZK9xDJbdBws3mDw_tL5Dmc57o8Noi9gQJXEFLdMoWNo-28EBnv3mEIzGl8yyJefNsaBc/s1600/Might+Of+Way+DSC02989+M.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7-Yd6ZdqEwrckt77eYjavCIOtbpAar9eR99DgKk-xuf22jKT3VSKZxeOli3Z81xaUHJssYGZK9xDJbdBws3mDw_tL5Dmc57o8Noi9gQJXEFLdMoWNo-28EBnv3mEIzGl8yyJefNsaBc/s320/Might+Of+Way+DSC02989+M.JPG" /></a><br />You never know where and when you might encounter wildlife. I was hiking along the Mizzy Lake Trail when a cow moose suddenly crossed the trail in front of me and disappeared. A disturbance in the bush from the direction she came from alerted me to something else approaching and I stood motionless with my camera at the ready. Anticipating a calf I was surprised when a young bull moose emerged and paused, casting a glance my way. As it was nearing the rutting season, when bulls can become unpredictable and aggressive, I cautiously backed away and gave him the might of way.Fan of Algonquin Parkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212989601568831228noreply@blogger.com0