Orphan Lake
Sometimes, I think DW still thinks we're young. In 1995, we decided that we would take a trip where we wouldn't have to spend much money. We had already seen New York City, England, Wales, France, Québec City, and the Maritimes together, which had cost a lot of money for people who were on modest incomes. Instead of spending money on airfare and hotels, we chose to camp and my best friend, Stuart, who had been visiting family in Ottawa, agreed to drive DW and me to Frontenac Provincial Park on his way back to Guelph. DW and I were going to spend the night in this park and then hike to Kingston over the next few days. It was about 60 kilometres from our drop-off spot to the city limits, and we travelled between 15 and 20 kilometres a day, following the Rideau Trail over hills, through forests and farm fields, and on county roads. I shared some of the photos from that trek in a Wordless Wednesday post. In 1995, I was 30 and pretty fit, and walking for several kilometres over ro...
