...but it's beautiful either way.
Algonquin is simply Paradise.
When, after a heavy, long portage,
a window opens onto the next lake,
and you know that there is nowhere a more beautiful place,
your heart almost skips a beat, and you cannot wait to wash the sweat off your body by a cool dip into this wonderful blue water.
Unfortunately it isn't always like this.
Clouds can move in and, particularly in the morning,
fog hangs in the trees
The trees then, fog enshrouded,
stand like sentinels on the shore line.
In the afternoon, however, and the next day,
chances are, it's sunshine again.
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