East Arm of Algonquin Park's Lake Opeongo

What a change! You board the train amid the noise, the dust, the stifling heat, the confusion and crowds of the City, and lo ! in the morning you open your eyes in a fresh green world, all silent and peaceful and beautiful, sparkling with dew, where gleaming lakes lure you to plunge in their cool pellucid depths or slip the nose of your canoe into the water and glide across its pearly surface and feel the cool of the morning breeze on your face, where the whirring partridge seems to say, "Come through the forest to the edge of the marsh and I'll show you where a doe and two baby fawns are feeding.

Thus begins your holiday in the Park, and the days fly by as if by magic. The beauty and glory of the sunlit days and the mystery of the clear moonlit nights in this summer wonder-world are indescribable and the wild life of the forest are a never failing source of interest. Always, paddling down the rivers or near the shores of the lakes, you are on the watch for deer, and how thrilled you are as you watch the lithe figure leap through the closing brush in long teetering lopes, his jumps marked by his white plumed tail. You tip-toe ever so carefully as you approach the wild berry patch hoping to see the self-sufficient black bear enjoying his favourite repast. You go off on long jaunts to explore a porcupine's den, or a beaver's house, and you try time and time again to reach the "otter slide" in time to see the otters tobogganing down the muddy sloping rock on their white furred tummies. Always you carry your camera of course. The majority of folk find it more fun hunting with a camera than with a gun, and the trophies quite as interesting.

~ Algonquin Park promotional pamphlet from 1922