Our visit to the Adventure Lodge.
Algonquin Provincial Park is a wondrous place spanning several thousand kilometers of untamed wilderness that will capture your imagination for eternity. I have to make a personal confession; I’ve neglected coming up to Algonquin for the last several years. I’ve gotten lost in the concrete jungle, distracted by the brights lights that I haven’t bothered trekking into the hinterlands. But luckily I have to thank my amazing girlfriend for suggesting the idea of a getaway up-north for our six-month anniversary. The goal was to find a wooden cabin with a fire place and a Jacuzzi to enjoy the splendors of winter. The Adventure Lodge did not disappoint in delivering all that we wanted and more. Located in the town Whitney, Ontario on the east gates of Algonquin park it is nestled on the shore of the Madawaska river, it is idyllic local from which to enjoy a northern Ontario winter. As for the town of Whitney; it barely registers on a map, a town of several hundred people straddling highway 60, a town that you could miss if you blinked for too long.
I won’t dwell too much on the accommodations but I do have to say that they were the perfect match for our needs. The cabin was wonderfully outfitted, the service was fantastic and the loaner snowshoes were great. If I had to describe our experience I’d called it spartan luxury. There are no fancy masseuses, room service or five star dinning. But that didn’t matter, all that was needed was a warm fire and the Algonquin.
Whitney is a peaceful small town and on it’s boarders, down the dusty Nipissing River Road lies the Lodge on shore of the Madawaska river. The land around the lodge and the river could have been enough for a three day trip. But that was not the goal, the Algonquin was just 12 kilometers down Highway 60 and it was waiting for us to explore it. For our first trip, we took a long drive through the park after sunset hoping to see some of the wildlife the park has to offer. The park was deserted, the highway empty in both directions, devoid of souls for miles around. There is something to be said to a winter night in the Algonquin, once you turn off the car lights the crisp cool air is overwhelming and the nights sky is alive with shimmering stars. A note of caution: Even thought we failed to see any moose at night, I kept the car under 60km/h just in case one of them popped up on to the road.
The one of the wildlife treats we experienced during our winter trip were a friendly fox that approached our car on the highway and at one point sat directly next to the driver side door before disappearing into the blackness of the night. The second was witnessing a lone wolf eating a moose carcass in the valley below the visitors centre. The moose was placed there by the park rangers after it became an unfortunate victim of a vehicular collision, and as all things in nature one’s tragic end is another’s means to survival. Well I guess that concludes part one, more to come soon.