I wasn’t in Vermont when Hurricane Irene hit. While Vermonters were fleeing water, some friends and I were seeking it in Algonquin Park in Ontario. We left several days before Irene arrived in town and got back after she had rained her way out over the Maritimes. A mini-storm, unrelated to Irene, got my camera so wet that I had to take the lens off and stick the camera on a rock in the sun, turning it like a pig on a spit until the moisture was baked out of it.
I was going to wait to post these since they seemed inappropriate to the mess that Irene made of Vermont, but maybe it doesn’t hurt to remember, in the midst of the mud, another kind of water. Click here for more Algonquin pictures.
