The second part of out trip takes us north into the stunning nature of Algonquin Park – or rather, the family takes us up here. We get to stay in a cozy cottage in the woods with everything you could dream of – sausages and corn roasted outside over the fireplace, a lake right in front of the cottage, canoes that wait for us to hit the water, misty mornings, and pure sunshine that turns that landscape into a vibrant painting of fall colors. Not to mention the wood-chopping area right in the living room.
What comes with nature: In fall, the flow of the groundwater goes through a sulfur deposit in the ground and makes the tap water in the cottage smell awful. I try to convince myself that sulfur is a beautiful smell to shower with, but I‘m failing miserably. I smile to myself, try to embrace the natural spirit of this place and wash my face in the clear lake – there is no other place I would rather spend these days.
The first night we‘re out at the fire, we suddenly hear wolves howling. There must be many of them close by even if this thought appears quite surreal to me. But I do get scared. I don’t dare going down to the lake for a photograph of the sparkling stars in the dark night sky – the howling was too real. The next day, we find wolve tracks on a little island in the lake – they‘ve definitely been around.
One morning I enjoy a silent moment at the misty lake when a group of otters suddenly emerges from the water and look around as if they wanted to greet me good morning. Over the distance I‘m having a magical, intimate moment with them before they dive back into the water, leaving behind only the calm surface of the lake.
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