My Campsgiving Weekend at Algonquin Park: Thankful for Family, Nature, Good Food and Wine Openers

When I was three years old, my parents took my brother and I to Tobermory for our first camping trip by the beautiful shores of Georgian Bay. Immediately upon arrival, my Mom tried to coax me out of the van for hours without success. Tear-stained, stubborn and scared of the throes of wilderness, I sat…