reposted from Crosstalk for September 2021
Last summer I took myself up to a large lake in Algonquin Park for an annual three-day silent, solo, retreat. Like all of you, I welcomed the chance to have a break from managing things during the pandemic. Because my vacation was just beginning, I had to wrap up some work things, finish up some home chores, and pack for the trip, so I was late getting on the road.
The long drive north was uneventful, but it was close to 5:30 pm when I finished making my way along 40 kilometres of gravel road to the place where I would park my car and head out into the “backcountry” of Algonquin Park.