Blowout

Blowout
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy

Another trip to Algonquin is over but the feeling lingers on.
Great times, great scenery and magic around every corner.
This year my wife Cathy came along and she too fell under Algonquin's spell.

This was a lake sized beaver pond last year, now it's gone. The damn upstream blew out (or was blown up) which in turn, we think, blew out the lower damn draining both ponds.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. ~John Muir

I couldn't resist an extra quote this week 
and I think my companions will agree with this one ...

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees.  The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.  It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day.  It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.  Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.  ~Hamlin Garland, McClure's, February 1899