I survived Algonquin. I feel like a deserve of those tacky tourist shirts. I like how none of you warn me that a portage is not a type of boat, but the physical action of carrying a boat. I suprisingly had a great time. We left my place on Friday at about seven and didn't get to the cottage until midnight. That's including the boat ride in the pouring rain in the pitch black night. The place is gorgeous. It's not the tacky and rustic shack I was expecting. It's a double beach front property with a boat house with sleeping quarters upstairs, a modern guest log cabin for four with a shower and washroom, and then the main cabin with peaked ceilings and skylights and sleeping quarters. Lovely! I was impressed. Saturday morning the weather stil wasn't great so after Jon cooked me breakfast (bacon and eggs) we took the boat back to the car and headed out to the Algonquin museum. We got about two feet away from a bull moose on the way there, it was great. We stopped by some of his friends cottages by boat on the way back. When we got back he made me lunch (quesadillas with presciutto (sp?) and shiitake mushrooms). I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up he was in the kitchen with his friend Graham cooking golden curry chicken. After dinner some more of his freinds came over. Anthony is the son of one of the co-founders of Roots and is going studying film at NYU and he came with his girlfriend Katya who goes to McGill and his cousin Domenic. They brought Rebecca, who's in law school at Osgoode. We sat out in the sun room and drank and smoked, good times. Jon talks in accents when he drinks and Graham was being hysterical, so it was fun. Can I mention how all of his friends have that hot outdoorsy lumberjacking hiker look? Yum. They're so scruffy but gorgeous, every single one. Sunday morning we slept in and again, he cooked me breakfast and then we went fishing. I caught one that was like 2 inches, just a bit larger than the lure. Details, details! We went to an island too see the rapids and then did some bushwacking. THAT, was not fun. Hot, sweaty, covered in mosquitoes. I was getting cranky and he thought that I was having the time of my life. Just keep smiling! We packed up and left around 6pm and got home around 10:30pm after getting stuck in traffic.

Anyways, that was just the details. No, it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I will not be moving to Algonquin anytime soon and much prefer a resort. Good experience though, and Jon took good care of me. He seemed to find my blundering about in the wilderness absolutely adorable. Go figure. Especially as had forgotten every single item of makeup that I own at home and had the au naturel look. Poor boy must be delusional. I don't like him talking about leaving in August, I try not to think about it. We'll see. He sees this lasting for a long time and already has plans for as far as December for us. See, for those of you who know me, normally I'd be freaking out at this point. I dumped Josh the first time he told me that he loved me. This is different somehow. I just see him going so far in life. He's extremely intelligent and it's not just that he has plain old ambition, he has the education and the skills to get there, he's already pretty far on his way. He put up with me for a weekend up North and I think that alone speaks volumes about him. He's good to me... for me... I've never had an argument with him and since I don't see him that much we just enjoy every single second that we have together. We're just having fun every single day.