Attaching the electrodes of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance.

Our red VW Golf, green canoe, and our mottled red trailer. Thank you tremclad! On a side note, VW red is pretty much the same as Tremclad red.

Inching…

Blackberries! Yum!

Probably Orange birch bolete (Leccinum aurantiacum). Special thanks to Dr. R. Greg Thorn of University of Western Ontario for assistance in identification (I had narrowed it to a bolete).

A female moose (Order: artiodactyla {cloven-hoofed Mammals} Family: cervidae {deer} alces alces).

Another view of the Ms. Moose.

A sun set on a cool Pog lake evening.

A fine example of Chicory (cichorium intybus L.) another member of the Aster family, with what may be a Temnostoma alternans, a type of Flower Fly (Syrphidae) gathering pollen.

This is *probably* a male White-faced Meadowfly (sympertrum obtrusum).

Hot water for tea on a chilly morning.

This male mosquito is a cranefly of some kind (Thanks Lynette)

I really think we should start executing smokers. These were found well off the beaten path.

Spotted Tussock Moth (Thanks Lynette)
[munch munch munch]

Definitely not a Meadow katydid, probably orchelimum gladiator, but most likely something in Genus Microcentrum – Angle-wing Katydids (again, thanks Lynette)

A Viper’s Bugloss (echium vulgare L.) flower (aka blueweed) is a member of the Borage family. When worked by bees the flower yields a blue honey of some medicinal repute, but I am unable to find any further reference.

An jumping spider (Thanks Lynette) giving me a close look.

Probably spear thistle (Cirsium vulgare) with a flower fly syrphidaeof some sort on it.

A snapping turtle (testudinata chelydridae chelydra serpentina) – its shell was probably 30-40cm long. The tail is very reptilian.

Evening-Primrose (oenothera parvifora L.). It only fully opens at night to allow hairy moths who are effective pollinators of this species.

A tough-looking Great Blue Heron (ardea herodias) that flapped down out of the forest and landed pretty much right in front of us, much to its surprise.

A view of Jake lake on the Hemlock Bluff trail.

There is a face in this shot, if you look closely.

A long horned beetle of some type. I found it on my jacket when I took it off and saw it.

A young White-tailed Deer (fawn) (Order: artiodactyla {cloven-hoofed Mammals} Family: cervidae {deer} odocoileus virginianus) we saw after returning from an early morning shoot.

Boing in her crate as we arrive at the Big Pines trail.

One of the big White Pines on the trail. I believe this tree is around 40-45 meters high, but I could be wrong.

Tree roots will climb around rock to get a good grip in the soil. Amazing.

Part of what remains from an 1880-1890 lumberjack camp. This is in the ruins of the office. Otherwise, traces of the camp would have been quite difficult to see if they hadn’t been pointed out.

Mist on the eastern arm of Pog lak

[Aaaaaaaah]

A stream through the forest on the Track and Tower trail

A long, long fall on the Booth’s Rock trail.

Another view from the cliff.

What is left of the gates to the estate.

Foundation of some builing – not terribly large.

More remails of the estate – I’m not sure exactly what it was, though. A seat, perhaps part of the boathouse?

This is where I slipped into the lake and *almost* gave my camera a good dunking. Thank goodness for reflexes.

It is said that this was once the busiest railway in Canada (during WW1), with a train passing every 20 minutes, carrying lumber, grain from the west and perhaps troops. You can see on either side the rock that was blasted through to allow the rail line to pass here.

What the cliff we visited looks like from a few kilometers away. See? It would have been a long fall.

Sunrise near the Spruce boardwalk trail.

A monster wave that must have been thirty or forty… millimetres high.

A Broad-winged Hawk (buteo platypterus) – the most common bird of prey in Algonquin Park, which favours beaver meadows as hunting grounds.

What?!

It looked neat, so I took a picture.

Ah, the time honoured tradition of tossing rocks off the Pog Lake damn. I can remember doing that when I was that kids age. Man, that seems like it was so long ago.

A spot to park the canoe for a few minutes while we walked around a bit and had a snack.

Boing can smell *something* interesting,

And Boing has discovered that there is a dog at the bottom of that hole – evil mirror dog. She doesn’t like her reflection much.

A whole community on a deadhead. Also makes the deadhead easier to spot.

Most likely a Hagen’s Bluet (enallagma hageni) Damselfly (suborder Zygoptera) couple who are mating.

Nice colours…

The always beautiful White Water-lily (Nymphaea odorata Ait).

An old, weathered telephone pole along the abandoned rail line.

We parked here for a few minutes to so I could look around.

Boing, relaxing after a hard day of doing, well, nothing. She’s quite lazy.

More fire!

She was shivering, so I wrapped her up. She doesn’t seem too pleased that I took the picture, though.

A view south of the old railway. A few minutes after this photo was taken, we surprised and were surprised by a female black bear that had been ahead of us on the trail.

A (currently) unidentified blue beetle on Fireweek(epiobium angustifolium L.), a member of the evening-primrose family.

A close up of Orange Hawkweed (hieracium aurantiacum L), a member of the Aster family, a fairly recent European arrival – sometime after 1900. It first arrived in North America in 1875 (New York), and reached Canada in 1889.

Misty morning.