We made it home safely from another trip to Algonquin Park. This time was very different and full of surprises. Unbeknownst to us, the park was undergoing serious construction on the only road that crosses it (Highway 60). Naturally the park doesn’t warn its visitors of this, but it was a real pain due to single-lane delays. Since our favourite activity is driving up and down the highway looking for animals to photograph, we decided that spirit and the universe were trying to tell us to try new things. Luckily the wonderful ladies at our little motel told us of a very secluded road in Whitney, where we were staying. It was a real treat – technically part of it is in Algonquin, and during the roughly 6 hours we spent there throughout the trip, we only ever saw one person near the beginning of the road. So it was like a private Algonquin just for us.
Not only that, but the road was absolutely full of bear poop, wolf tracks, moose tracks, turtles, frogs, and other wildlife. It also had some of the best views we’ve ever seen. When we went up at night we saw two moose and I nearly cried, as it all seemed so spiritually right. The next day we went back, saw the moose again, and we were able to get a photography session in too.
During this trip I gained new spirit guides and learned to have such faith in things turning out for the best. It was absolutely lovely.
We’re headed to Algonquin Park again and the excitement is high. We’ve timed this trip to hopefully see the bears in the blueberry patch again. I’m praying and sending out energy for many magical animal encounters.
We’re back from another journey filled with animal sightings, wolf howling, and glorious nature.
The last day of our trip, everything happened all at once. Which is how I like it, because it’s truly a gift and then you don’t spend days wanting even more.
At one point we spotted two moose by the road. They were probably brother and sister, maybe 2 years old. We went up into the bush to get ahead of them (don’t bother following moose, just get ahead!).
We stood behind some trees, and the female was coming straight at us. We made some noise so she’d know we were there and wouldn’t spook. She kept coming until she was about 10 feet away, and my breath escaped me as I stared into her eyes. I swore she was speaking to me. She was so sweet, so gentle, so intelligent.
In two weeks, we’re heading to Algonquin for a three-night stay in a Mew Lake Yurt. It’s been two years since our last visit and staying three nights is a huge treat.
I’m dreaming of moose and wolves and bears. We’ve had unbelievable experiences in the past, sitting outside the car at night with wolves frolicking just 20 feet away, or bears eating from the blueberry patch. All we do is search for wildlife and any sighting is valued. Once, on a pitch black forest road I saw the tiniest glimmer of something…and when we shined the flashlight, there was a pine marten staring at us. We drive for hours at night, so slowly that the cops sometimes ask if we’re okay, and we’ve got huge flashlights ready when we see something. I’m really good at seeing by intuition in the dark.
We always bring seed-feed for the wee chipmunks too, and in the Park animals are so different, so unafraid of people, they’ll get right into your hand! Grey Jays will swoop down onto your hand if you so much as hold it out. Foxes on Arowhan will come up to say hello. Once, a mother wolf chased her misbehaving cubs back and forth over the road right in front of us. We’ve had private wolf howls with a pack, we’ve seen shooting stars while waiting with held breath for an animal to creep out of the trees, and we’ve mastered the art of cooking bacon on a shovel over a campfire. We’ve walked into the dump at dusk with nothing but a broken rake, seeing the glowing eyes of way too many bears pop out behind the trash heaps (okay…we’re not doing that one again!).
Still, there’s always something new to see, always another surprise. We’re still waiting to see the otters–they’re out there somewhere!–and catching a photo of a bull moose with the biggest rack of antlers yet is the name of the game.
Algonquin is a magical place, so spiritual to us, and so healing. Bring it on!
Willow got us to our favourite place, Algonquin Park, in honour of my birthday. We weren’t planning on going at all and it was a whirlwind of getting ready. The first night there, we were told that moose sightings were low and indeed we only saw fox. But there was magic in the air and the next day didn’t disappoint us.
I had been dreaming and having visions of being up North and seeing wolves. The message “wolf on a hill” kept coming to me, but since this was the big message and experience of our last trip, I didn’t think it would happen again. Wolf sightings are rare. But it did happen. Coming up a hill a wolf ran across the road, and later that night we howled at that spot…and the wolf pack howled back, loud and near. We had a whole conversation with them until they stopped answering.
The milky way was bright in the sky and meteors streaked above us. We saw a mother moose with her itty bitty baby; we called back and forth to a bull and sow somewhere in the woods; we saw beavers and a weasel and a huge bear at the town dump.
The next morning, we were full up and grateful for it all, but the universe kept on giving. Two wolves ran right in front of us in broad daylight on that same hill. Then, we watched a mother bear with her two cubs eating blueberries 50 feet from the road.
Finally, we stopped at Tory Hill on the way home to do some rock hounding, and came out with a bowl full of beautiful green apatite crystals. What a gift!