Our campsite was right on Heart Lake, so the frogs were in danger from Ris.
And from Matt.
And Josh.
We went in July, assured that the black flies would be long gone. But that year it had rained too much, or too little, and they were still around in full force. We had to set a tent up inside the lean-to for Marissa; we were all covered in welts, but she was so small that I was afraid she would get sick. So our home away from home included a tent within a lean-to.
I happen to have this set of pictures because I had a roll of black-and-white film in the camera when we arrived. The rest of the photos, of all the hiking and canoeing, are in color and in another photo album.
