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Sparkling blue waters, a frenzy of foliage, and the unfamiliar sound of days past (before iPhones and iPads and iEverythings) — you may remember it. It’s called “quiet.” This is what you’ll find in the neck of the woods I ventured to last weekend. Algonquin Park is the oldest provincial park in Canada, established in 1893. Its unspoiled beauty and massive square footage (it’s 1/4 the size of Belgium, yes, the country) make it a tourist destination for nature lovers worldwide. In my embracing of all things Canadiana, when invited to indulge in this verdant vacation, I was on board (paddleboard and otherwise). While you can camp or portage from lake to lake, you can also shack up with the fortunate few who have leases on the land and have built cottages there. The Budmans and Greens, founders of the iconic Canadian brand, Roots, welcomed us to celebrate my friend Markus’ birthday in this lakeside bliss. And as I’ve been told time and time again, even the word “bliss” doesn’t do it justice. You can’t seem to mention Algonquin to Canadians without hearing a sigh of complete happiness, laced with memories of diving into the crystal water and lazing around late night campfires telling tales of Tom Thompson. This is not Muskoka with its fancy cottages and Hamptons-esque charm, nor is it the Georgian Bay, with its jet skis, tubing, and requisite social scene. Algonquin is straight out of the camp you see in The Parent Trap (the original, not the Lohan version). And while the mosquitos devoured me, and the rain trickled down on my last day of exploration, it didn’t dissolve the fairy dust from this magical experience of pure Canadian bliss…

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