Somewhere in Muskoka country we were slowed down by a very heavy rain. Andi maintained 100 km/hr while casually explaining that above 80 km/hr there is a good chance of aquaplaning. (!!???)
I kept vigilant, but useless as I could not even tell, due to a heavy waterfall, if the wheels were still on the road.
At Parry Sound
Parry Sound weather was a bit better and from there it wasn’t bad at all. Killbear has a few kilometers of internal roads and we thought we would never get to our campsite. There are seven campgrounds in the park. Campsite 71C at Kilcoursie Bay was assigned to us.
Arrival was uneventful. The campground was full of people like us, but with less adventurous spirit. We came minimalistic with a rinky dinky two people fast set up tent while others came with comfort-size Winnebagos. We took the same tent we used for our last year’s Algonquin “trek”: light and bear-proof… at least that’s what we were hoping for.
Deer, raccoons and juicing
We drove a bit in the evening just to get familiar with the area. We spotted not one, not two, not three, but bunches of deer including deer babies. Some were munching green maple leaves right close the road, some were walking on the road.
There must be a reason why they came so close. Maybe they were looking for someone with a Magic Bullet. Apparently juicing greens is better than eating them. At least, that’s media wants us to believe.
Don’t underestimate animals. My Etobicoke raccoon is already up to date with the civilization. He likes the remnants of my ciabata bread in a green bin. He even figured out how to de-brick the lid.
There was a store nearby with a sign “we have everything you need”, so we wanted to check how true it was. It was a medium size store a cross between convenience and bakery. They had citronella buckets, fire starters and daily fresh homemade goodies.
Andi gave into a triple-sized chocolate-coconut fudge. Sure, I got a bite out of it as well. Sinning is fun. We did it in the car on the way to the camp.
Accidental de-sanguination by the fire
We sat by the fire for a few minutes while being sucked dry by mosquitoes. We used those natural citronella sprays and creams, but either we were so delicious or the damn thing did not work! We crawled into the tent and immediately a familiar sound started: raindrops. It rained all night long and heavy.
For your pleasure… change at least one
That night was a bit rough. Ladies, small tents and broad-shouldered guys do not go well together. So if you have both, depending on your preferences, consider changing at least one for the most satisfying nights.
The tent stood well against all the moisture from the top. A little bit less from the bottom. Ground mats were a bit deflated and did not in any way resemble my home mattress. By the morning many body parts got stiff , but all that in the next part.
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