This lake is worth a second visit. Perhaps then, we'll have more time to explore the long narrow bays off the east side of the lake that I see on the topo map, instead of heading out instinctively to the west in the direction of Tom Thompson Lake as we have done.
It finally looked more like wilderness country after about a couple of hours canoeing from the Canoe Lake put-in, first passing the cottages (for the Singaporeans, read bungalows), and then the boys and girls camps, to relatively uncivilised territory where we spent relaxing the rest of Saturday, and exploring all of Sunday.
Most of Algonquin Park is extremely organised in order to prevent camper destruction of the natural environment. Campsites are clearly marked and equipped with thunder-boxes (i.e. outhouse without roof and walls, just a cover) so that irresponsible campers do not do their personal business at random spots and leave toilet paper all over the place, which I heard is the case at certain other parks. The only thing we came across that was not on the map was a beaver dam, which needed to be traversed by getting out of the canoe.
We camped at the entrance to the lake at a very large campground with tent pads overlooking the entrance to the lake over a steep cliff. Great spot so long as you are not expecting strong winds, as the higher elevation minimises bugs. There is a 30m walk up from the take-out to the campsite proper, which is fine for this time for the year, but not as nice if swimming at the campsite is on the agenda. The water is still too cold for swimming at the moment. I can swim with my 3mm neoprene farmer john wetsuit on, but I find my exposed arms freezing up...
Time to head home now. It was a wonderful trip. Back to the evil? city. I'm going to miss the peace and quiet.
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