Many of us on staff take trips in the off season. I have just returned from a solo journey to Algonquin Park in Canada. For the trip I first had to finish rebuilding my 14 foot Wood Canvas Canoe, a Chestnut Fox. I got the last coat of paint on it just in time to make the drive North. On the way to Ontario, I stopped at the Antique Boat Museum in Clayton, NY. The museum is home to a great collection of wooden boats-canoes, sailboats, skiffs, guide boats, power boats and a 1906 houseboat. Some of the craft are in a livery allowed to be used by visitors. It was a fun place to start, given that I was to paddle a wooden craft! My trip, just like that of a camp trip started with trip planning, route planning and careful packing. Once in Algonquin I packed up the boat: dry bag, Duluth Pack, extra paddle, PFD and I was off. I started on Lake Opeongo and paddled North to Proulx, Little Crow and onto my destination Lake Lavieille, which I was told is the prettiest lake in the park. Favoritism aside, it is one of the most remote lakes of the park and certainly was beautiful while I was there. To get there I had 8 portages varying in length from 200 yards to 1 mile, 7 of which were on the same day! The route I chose included both large, potentially windy lake, much like Chesuncook, as well as smaller lakes which lead to a narrow winding river which was full of Moose. Algonquin is know for it’s loons, (at one point I was paddling among a group of 28!) and nearly every step along the way morning through evening loons were present, in solo, small and large groups. The calls were a welcomed sound. To continue my loop and paddle out of Lake Lavieille, I went South and had to make a 3.5 mile carry on a portage trail. Two more lakes, two more Portages and I was back on the big Lake, Opeongo. It was definitely a day of more walking than paddling. Traveling solo was a new twist to an old trade. I found, just as our camp trip leaders do, you have to always be “on”. I was the traveler, the tourist, yet also the navigator, the cook, the firebuilder, the water purifier, the paddler, the medic, the photographer. Despite the many roles it was a peaceful, joyous journey. To complete the trip I came home via Peterborough Canada and stopped at the Canadian Canoe Museum. Not only was it a treat to see the Algonquin and to experience in a simple way-camping in a wooden canoe-I was able to bookend the experience with two great museums dedicated to just that, simple boats. Like we do at summer camp, it was a great way to live a simple lifestyle and take time to enjoy the scenery and location. Now back in Wiscasset, I am gearing up for winter camp travel and preparation for our 5th Summer at Debsconeag!