Some friends of mine spent three days at the end of August taking in one of the crown jewels of Algonquin Park: The Baron Canyon and High Falls.
Now, I see a lot of trip reports and don’t re-post each one here. But this one consisted not just of friends but also all women which – if I can say this without sounding patronizing – is awesome 🙂
Camping is often looked as a guys’ adventure, especially when you throw physical challenges in like portages or rapids. Even when I was a teenager I had this absurd “no girls” rule, which was mainly a cover for the sad reality that I just didn’t know any girls.
These days I know tonnes of women of all ages who push their limits, often beyond where I might feel comfortable – so there’s no surprise to me in their ability to do the grunt work. I remember being on a winter ski/cabin trip with a girlfriend once and on the ski back I just gulped down my pride and said, “hey, your legs are way stronger than mine – can you pull the sled?”.
But still, thanks to millennia of patriarchy women often linger at the low end of expectations, and it really warms my heart and and fills me with outward pride when ladies step to the front.
Twenty years ago, I spent three nights in Algonquin Park. I was with my friend Anny. Yes, we share the same name with a different spelling. It was Anny and Annie exploring the wild country, with our packs on our backs and innocence in our hearts. We had little experience being out in the wild on our own. We didn’t really know what we were doing and over packed with beer bottles clinking in our backpacks, a $20.00 tent purchased at Walmart. and a map that got incinerated by the rain.Annie Bananie from her post Algonquin Bound: The Story.
If you’re a little like me, or just like reading about fun trips and personal accomplishments – take a look at Annie Bannanie’s Algonquin Bound: The Story on her blog! Great write-up and beautiful photos!