Descending Algonquin. It was slippery as holy fuck, and I was half-blind from lack of spectacles, and the other half blind from the fog. Less than ideal, but I had a great time.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.
