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Enjoy the show. The This happened when I was 15 near Algonquin Park.

My father and I were driving up to our cottage in the middle of winter.

I was always so amazed at the beauty of Algonquin Park.

I grew up enjoying the beauty of it every summer.

Our cottage was on a large lake, about a 30-minute drive from the nearest town. It was on a dead-end road.

There were about 20 other cottages on the road, with ours being somewhat in the middle.

The cottages were quite spaced out, however,

with our closest neighbors being too far away to see through the trees.

There were probably thousands of cottages around the lake.

During the summer, the lake and the town's population tripled.

It was cottage country, so people would spend all summer enjoying the lake and the town's population tripled. It was cottage country, so people would spend all summer enjoying the lake

and the warm nights around campfires with their family and friends.

I spent every summer there growing up,

and thinking of it still brings fond memories of sunshine and laughter and the sound of motorboats on the lake.

But the winters were different. The people who did not live there year around would venture back

home to the city life and board up their cottages for the winter, leaving the area mostly deserted.

There were a few people who would still frequently come up every couple of months for a few days or so,

but for the most part, the lake was silent during the winters, and the town was filled with locals.

The beautiful pine trees were always covered with snow, and this made the forest even quieter

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