Due north to the land of permafrost and muskeg and the northern lights - that is where I'm headed.
On a whirlwind trip to Killarny Park this weekend, we had the benifit of good luck and wonderful weather - securing the last campsite within 5 hours of Toronto on the long weekend and having wonderful weather to boot. I even went swimming twice, and I hate swimming in cold water. These blueberries were ripening somewhere along the cranberry bog trail, which we hiked in light to medium rain shortly after arriving. 
posted by Jennith at 10:13 AM
I like alternative music, sci-fi/fantasy, puddle jumping in the pouring rain, the smell of decaying aspen leaves, stormy windy days, spruce bogs, doing cartwheels in the dark, dragonfly watching, fitzchivalry farseer, macintosh apples, climbing, hiking, swimming, guitar, canoe tripping, reciting the periodic tables, watercolour painting, identifying plants, ecology, wildlife, singing, maps, photography, poetry, reading, art, and the colour green
They came like raindrops against the towers of time, but in time the rain always prevails. The Fool (aka Robin Hobb)
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