Night fell:

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So I needed to make a beeline for Algonquin.
Happily, Dog provided:

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After several hours of rain mixed w/ high speed running, I was close. I got some final advice from Pat and Mike, a couple of bikers who were too wasted to find their way back to "The Road House" and probably slept in the parking lot:

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I took their sage advice to camp "wherever the fuck you like":

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Luckily, the Man is spread thin up there:

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I was sorry not to run into Maria, Clara, or their good friend.
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I'm pretty sure you could see my bonfire from the Quebec side of the Ottawa River:

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