Fractionals

Algonquin Park was mostly good, although the intense cold of the nights (I was told to prepare for 2 degrees or so, and I thought I did - but even when sleeping in three pairs of socks, two pants, three shirts (including a hoodie with the hood up), two sleeping bags and a duvet my feet were still cold) and even some of the days was a bit much, and my arms are pretty tired from paddling across the lake six times (a good canoeist I am not). At least one of those made the whole trip out worthwhile though; returning with firewood, Julia and I paused in the middle of the utterly still, misty, early dusk lake and I heard silence for the first time in years. Mostly, though, I'm just thinking of how much good food I still have left in my freezer (including an entire cheesecake with caramelized pears my dad made that we didn't get around to eating) and how much stuff I have to get done now that I'm back.