Almost every May, I go into Algonquin Park’s interior for a trout fishing trip with my father-in-law. It’s five days away from the city, with a campfire, canoeing, and the bonus of a couple fish. As with most things, 2020 and COVID-19 forced us to forego our annual May trip as the park was closed to backcountry camping. Instead we booked a trip to Algonquin’s interior for late September, fully anticipating that the fishing would be poor.

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