The drive to kilarney was sunny and uneventful. We stopped in Orillia for the first of many (we think) fish and chip meals. It was at the historic French’s Fish and Chip stand, erected in 1920 and staffed by the entire local high school girls basketball team, so it seemed. The fish and chips were excellent and we ate them at a table with a plaque informing us that in 1930, Stephen Leacock took his tea in that very spot.
We arrived in Kilarney Provincial Park at around 5pm. The plan was to stay in their car campground for one night, followed by 3 nights of canoe-in camping on Carlyle Lake. The night of car camping was a very bad idea. If you’re used to back-country camping, this form of camping seems ridiculous. Upon pulling into our campsite, we were immediately aware of our neighbours. Our many, many neighbours and their motorized vehicles. Immediately next door was a couple - he, a dude of indeterminate age, somewhere between 22 and 27, and his high school-aged girlfriend. Let’s just say there were many wine-coolers and much bad music.
Dinner consisted on cheese, salami, bread. raw vegetables and wine. We sat around the campfire awhile before going to bed early. It rained all night with intense thunder and lightning which did not make Vinnie, or us, very happy.
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