Backcountry

Annual Adventure

My entire life has been based outdoors. Every summer there was a strict rule that a week was taken off to camp in Algonquin Park. As August approached year after year, my family and I began to eagerly prepare for the traditional camp trip. This trip always consisted of a campsite that had been booked months in advance, endless hiking adventures, and canoeing around the lakes off highway 60. A few portages were attempted over the years, but we never really experienced much backcountry. My dad was, and still is very much all about the backcountry camping, where as my mom requested we get a tent-trailer after our tent flooded during a very wet camp trip. 

As time goes by, things change and its hard to continue on with what was once a necessary adventure for us Liggett's. My brother got hugely involved with hockey, and I started to focus on studies and travel. My parents now enjoy winding down and relaxing on their summer holidays, and really, who can blame them? So with life events as such, the thought of backcountry camping became less and less of a vacation and more of job.

Try Something New

This year has spun me around in a complete 180, and I'm so thankful that it has. I have really tried to focus on experiencing the best life I can, and allow myself to be open to new and exciting things that may have scared me once before. 

Every weekend this summer I have been so busy moving around that its slowly becoming a blur. I was really trying to aim to tackle Killarney Provincial Park this past weekend, but when it came time to booking any campsites, there was no luck. Alex and I were determined to explore somewhere, so when he mentioned the word "backcountry" camping in Algonquin, my inner "try something new" said yes! 

I Survived

We set out Friday morning to portage to a campsite on Cauliflower Lake in Algonquin Park. I woke up with the sorest throat, and minimal sleep, which had me second guessing the trip. With the proper meds packed, and lemons stashed beside the honey, I was determined I was going to conquer my sickness (which by the way, I did). You can either paddle from Hay Lake over to Cauliflower Lake to access the campsites along the water, or take the hydro line road from Whitney right to the access point of Cauliflower Lake. We drove through the hydro lines which gave us some great Black Bear sightings, but I do recommend you drive on that road with a 4x4 because the road is one bumpy ride! The weekend was filled with good food, amazing weather, and epic wildlife calls sung from both Eastern Wolves and Common Loons. The campsite we had had exceptional views, which made photographing every little moment, very easy. 

All in all, I found out I love backcountry camping, and I survived it!

photo assisted by Alex Boudens

photo assisted by Alex Boudens

It counts as breakfast if you add slices of bananas, right?  

It counts as breakfast if you add slices of bananas, right?