Algonquin Park, Ontario, Canada (Black Fly City)

The highlight wasn't the black flies. (see my son and his friend with the puffy eyes...no, I didn't hurt them) The highlight was no power. As in, no electricity. No laptop. No phone. No CNN. No Food Network. No HGTV. No hairdryer. No micro. No coffee pot. No latte. The devastating point of my camping trip: No Blogging. I missed you terribly, but let me tell you. I have enough photography to write Volumes 1-12 on Algonquin Park, Ontario. Gorgeous. Heaven.

So, as you can see, I survived the 5 or 6 massive thunder storms and mini-tornadoes; but who's counting? Food over an open fire. Miles and miles of land without people. Where was everyone? On the highways, no people. On the trails, no people. On the lake, no people. Oh, I get it. The jokes on me. They were all at home on their laptops, flipping back and forth to CNN, Food and HGTV. They were at home sipping coffee, taking cool lathered showers, zapping popcorn and blogging. The nerve. (Oh well, at least I got to see my first moose - a pretty mama and her baby - and I got to spend some time at Marty's.) I love civilization. Have I told you that before?

You might be wondering about the photo with the boy hanging in the ropes. This is how we discipline our tween boys on camping trips. They behave or it's off to the 'cottage roll' for an hour. (like the ham....get it?) It's harmless really and after this unorthodox time out, they become little gentlemen again.