Story and photo by Cathy Webster
Smoky campfire tendrils float on the rarified coolness of Thanksgiving in Algonquin Park. You can smell it: roasting turkeys, ridiculous and delicious all at the same time, amidst the rich sour pungency of nature’s idea of perfect autumn. Families gather around the fire, generations of pumpkin pies under their belts, dressed not in their best tucker but in buffalo check plaid coats and hiking boots…
Sideroads of Muskoka 