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Algonquin Park: Cedar Lake to Little Cauchon Lake Loop
ACCESS POINT START : Cedar Lake
ACCESS POINT FINISH: Cedar Lake
# OF DAYS / NIGHTS: 3 D / 2 N
DIFFICULTY LEVEL: Easy
TOTAL KM: 36
# OF PORTAGES (DISTANCE): 7 (1 KM)
We were a little torn on where to trip for our annual May long weekend trip for 2024. In September of 2023 we picked up another addition to the Single Malt and Maps family, a German Shorthaired Pointer named Henry! We decided on a fairly easy loop from Cedar Lake that involved very little portaging for the first few days, and would let us stay reasonably close to the truck in the event things did not go as well as planned. Our trip plan did have us starting on the largest body of water in the Northern part of Algonquin though. Henry had very little canoe experience leading up to the trip, with the Canadian winter being most of his life up to this point.
We packed up Henry’s new camping toys, bright orange life jacket, food, and beep collar and left home around 0330 am on the Friday of the long weekend. We were excited to locate and explore some relics noted on the new map by Jeff M, and to just escape for the weekend.
Our original plan was to camp on Hurdman for night one, Little Cauchon for night two, and spend our last night on Carl Wilson Lake. Due to another unfortunate bit of gear failure we ended up cutting our trip one night short and leaving the park from Little Cauchon.
All in all, Henry conducted himself exceptionally well and really settled into the back country lifestyle. We are looking forward to undertaking some longer / bigger adventures with him in the future!
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Day 1 : Cedar Lake to Hurdman Lake
TOTAL KM: 14 KM
# OF PORTAGES (DISTANCE): 3 (0.2 KM)
The drive up was long but thankfully uneventful. We are getting really good at waking up early and getting to Cedar at a reasonable time. This time we had to make one extra stop to let Henry relieve himself, in addition to the usual stop in Deep River for coffee. We made it to Brent office around 8am, and down to the lake around 9am. We unloaded the boats and gear, and were recognized by a man and woman about to disembark. We chatted for a bit, they were headed to the SE part of Cedar for the weekend.
Once we had the gear stowed on the beach, we decided to take Henry on a walk East on the railway bed to stretch his legs and to locate the old boxcar ruins. We had failed to find this on our summer trip in 2023 (we didn’t look all that hard), so we brought a phone with the new Maps by Jeff map on the Avenza app. Henry was loving all the new sights and smells and was very eager to jump into the treeline as we approached. We located the box car without issue, but it did involve picking our way through the trees. It is not visible from the tracks, so if you get to a small clearing on the left hand side you have gone just a little too far.
Once finished at the boxcar, we retraced our steps along the rail bed and headed back to our gear. As we approached the beach we noticed a man and son loading up their canoe on their vehicle. They stopped what they were doing and headed in our direction. They had recognised our canoes by the water and were watching for us to return. They were just finishing up the same Cedar – Hogan – Radiant loop that we had completed in 2023. They had an excellent time, and shared some of their experience and thanked us for posting our videos as inspiration. These gentlemen were from Pennsylvania and had an eleven hour drive home! We wished them luck and a safe drive home. We have been blessed in recent years to meet many people at access points or along portages that have seen our content. It is fantastic to know some people enjoy what we do, and can use our videos to plan/execute their own trips.
Now, we were finally ready to jump into the canoes and head off, and Cedar lake was being really nice to us again. The lake was quite calm, with a slight breeze coming up from the South. The sun was high and there were few clouds in the sky. It was going to be a glorious paddle with a slight tail wind… if Henry could sit still on his first real paddle! He is apprehensive to jump into the canoe on his own, so I lifted him in by the life jacket, and climbed in after him. He immediately tried to jump up on to my lap, nearly capsizing us in the shallow water. After a few tense moments, I got him to sit between my legs facing the front of the canoe. Rich and Ryan pushed off behind us, and once they pulled up close to us I could tell Henry wanted to jump over to their canoe. I let Ryan and Rich pull ahead of us, so the temptation to abandon ship was reduced! We rounded the corner by the old cemetery, and started our long paddle up Cedar Lake. When the boys pulled away too far, Henry would start his typical GSP whining. I am not going to lie, it was driving me a bit nuts. I worked hard to keep their canoe close enough that he wouldn’t whine, and far enough that he wouldn’t jump. Before we got to Gilmour Island, he has started to settle in the boat. He entertained himself by checking on me, checking on them, sniffing the breeze, and leaning over both sides of the boat to lick the water. He is heavy enough that I needed to shift my weight in the boat to avoid taking on any water.
We decided to stop at the Kish-Kaduk Lodge campsite for a small break. With the amount of water Henry had drank from Cedar, he likely needed to get rid of some of it. Rich had also never seen the ruins, so it was a perfect spot to stop. Thankfully the site was unoccupied, so we pulled into the sandy take out and were immediately met by blackflies and mosquitoes! We checked out the old root cellar remains to the right of the campsite, and then headed back to the left of the campsite for the main ruins. The fireplace and the size of the buildings is impressive. We stayed on the outside of the cabin walls as we did not want Henry to get excited and step on any of the exposed nails.
We left the campsite and continued our way North up Cedar, and passed by the campsite with the lonesome chimney. We paddled through the narrows into Little Cedar Lake and Henry was on high alert. There were several geese in the water between the multiple islands, and they kept taking off and landing a little further down the lake. Henry loves pointing at the great Canadian Cobra Chickens whenever he encounters them. As we were paddling up Little Cedar I noticed something large and white on the surface of the water. As I approached I realized it was a large Lake Trout with what appeared to be talon gouges through its body. I was able to paddle very close, tapped it with a paddle, and it reacted by swimming 5-10 feet down. It very quickly surfaced behind me, turning once again on its side. I don’t quite know how a Hawk or Eagle was able to snag on to this massive Trout, but it was definitely something I had never seen before.
We entered the small river section at the top end of Little Cedar. It was nice to be off the big water and to find some shade in this narrow section. The river passes under a very old stone railway bridge, marked with “1922” on the front. There are two gaps under the bridge, but you are only able to use the left most gap due to debris obstructing the other. Lots of spider webs were hanging down, glistening with the morning condensation. Henry also did not like the way sounds were echoing off the thick stone walls… and got a bit of a shock when he barked!
Aura Lee is not a big lake, and is really just a hub into several other small lakes. The campsites we passed on the right shore were nothing to write home about, and would likely see a lot of boat traffic over the weekend. There is a nice rapid that empties into the lake from Laurel, so we paddle by that for some photos before heading to our first portage of the trip. Between the two portages out of Aura Lee there is a memorable ever green tree that leans out from the shoreline. It has been like this since at least 2016 when I first passed through this way.
We had a series of small portages to complete between Aura Lee and our destination, Hurdman Lake. None of them are difficult but they were certainly annoying, especially with the dog. The P120 needed to be portaged, and ended with a rocky put in on the top side. It was hard to get my boat in the water in a deep enough spot to paddle, while trying to load my gear and also wrangle the dog. What made it more annoying was the fact the P40 and P10 were within sight, but did require a small paddle to reach. The unloading and loading over these three portages was testing my patience by the end.
We launched on to Hurdman, and I was relieved to be nearly done for the day. We stopped at the Southern campsite to check it out, and have some lunch. It was a decent enough site, with lots of spaced out trees and a good tent pad or two. It reminded me of several campsites we have seen on the Spectacle lakes… or the campsite near the Wenda Lake ranger cabin. Nothing spectacular, but it would suffice. One downside would be the take out, and the lack of a good swimming spots nearby. After lunch we decided to try out the Northern campsite, in case it was better. Hurdman is a nice lake. It is long and skinny, with the large hills surrounding Laurel Lake dominating the Western shoreline. I enjoyed the leisurely paddle very much… the end of our travel day was approaching and we had not had any mishaps. The lake has a “Tall and Skinny” waterfall feature, which you can definitely hear as you approach. From the water we could not clearly see it, and with the alder and brush by the shoreline we elected to not explore to find it. Maybe it is the most beautiful waterfall in the Park, but we will never know. It sure sounded nice!
We arrived at the second campsite, and congratulated ourselves on a good decision. This campsite was far nicer in our opinion, and would work wonderful for us.
There is a sandy bottomed put in, with enough runway to let the dog run, splash and play.
A small climb to the main clearing around the fire pit. The back of the campsite had a flat tent pad, and off to the left of the firepit there was able room for a tarp and multiple hammocks.
It is at this point I should mention the other downside of bringing Henry. One day he might be able to be trained to enjoy hammock camping as much as me, but this trip was not that day! I had packed a small tent, and sleeping pads for the dog and I. Once you sleep in a hammock, it is hard to go back to sleeping on the ground. I had also recently pinched my Ulnar nerve pretty bad playing rugby (I really do need to give that sport up), so I was even less excited about tent camping. We put the beep collar on Henry, and he enjoy running between myself setting up the tent, and Rich and Ryan who were deeper in the woods hanging their hammocks. Once we were set up, we lounged by the firepit and played fetch with the dog most of the afternoon. He loved running and jumping into the water after his Nerf football… and only once did he venture off on his own out of sight. A quick call, and a beep on his collar and he was back. Before the trip I had been worried about how he would react to life around camp. We all quickly realized that he would not run off. He was too concerned with what we were up to and just wanted to be around the boys.
We made meat skewers for an early supper and enjoyed several adult beverages while enjoying the view down the length of Hurdman.
At one point the wind kicked up, and some really dark clouds quickly rolled in. It almost felt like our spring trip experience in 2022 when the storm hit during the "Bushwhacker Portage" (this was the derecho event that tore through Eastern Ontario between Southern Ontario and Quebec on May 21st, 2022. )
We scrambled to get a tarp set up, but the rain never did come. Eventually the wind died down, and then the bugs really came out. We built up a big smokey fire to try and keep the black flies and mosquitos at bay. We were fairly successful, but poor Henry did get quite a few bites in his nether regions… poor fella!
As the evening wore on, the bugs started to call it a day and the sky filled with colour. The lake was calm, and all was right in the world again. We listened to some comedy. Henry and I called it a night before the stars were even out. It was a big first day of camping for the boy. Within minutes he was curled up in his sleeping bag dreaming about geese and snoring his nose off. When the boys went to hang the bear bag he did shoot up and bark a little bit. Rich called to him, and let him know that it was just ok. They then setting into their hammocks and Henry calmed down and then slept through the night.
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Day 2 : Hurdman Lake to Little Cauchon Lake
TOTAL KM: 7.1 KM
# OF PORTAGES (DISTANCE): 2 (0.3 KM)
I woke up to a calm, misty morning. We did not have a very big day of travel, so I let Rich and Ryan sleep in a little bit. Henry ate his breakfast while I lowered the food bag and started to make coffee. By the time the egg and bacon wraps were ready the other guys were starting to crawl out of their hammocks.
Our plan for the morning was to head North from Hurdman and bump our way into West Corbeau Lake to see the ranger cabin ruins on the P250 into Stretch Lake.
We would then return back to our campsite on Hurdman for lunch before making our way to Little Cauchon Lake.
Once breakfast was finished, and all of our worldly belongings were squared away in our packs, we loaded the canoes and began our day. After a short paddle we arrived at the first portage to the left of a shallow rapid. We dropped all of our bags off to the side of the portage to be picked up on our return visit. Ryan and Rich carried their boat over the P70 and I decided to leave the dog in the canoe, and just walked up the middle of the rapid. The current was not overly strong, but the water was cold and the bottom of the stream was covered in slippery rocks. The fastest way was to portage, but it was more fun to walk the water.
The river was shallow but we were able to just barely paddle to the next portage. This section from Stretch to Aura Lee would be less fun in the dead heat of summer when the water levels are lower. We elected to carry the next two portages (the P130 and P100), but we really could have walked up these rapids as well. We decided we will try to walk or paddle down all three on the way back.
West Corbeau is a nice lake, with a god awful campsite on it. The campsite is just an overgrown clearing, and even from the water you could tell it was in bad shape. The highlight of the lake is the large rock face on the Eastern shoreline at the top of the lake. We paddled over to see if there were any pictographs, though none are listed on Jeff’s map.
The lake ends in a shallow, muddy bottomed creek mouth with several log obstructions to paddle through. The creek is narrow, and there was one significant beaver dam to lift over. More geese, some ducks, and one beaver slap and we were pulling up to the P250 portage to Stretch Lake. Once we landed, you can see the remnants of the ranger cabin to the right of the trail. We spent some time picking through the ruins, locating some old metal stove pieces and some old oil and beer containers. The roof of the cabin is gone, and most of the walls are caving in. It is too bad this cabin was not in a usable state, the small pool in front of the take out was beautiful and I was able to land one small Brook Trout on my first cast. On my third cast, my reel decided to blow up and tangle what was left of my line. I guess I should have changed the line on my pole… I have been using it since Wabakimi in 2019! I had not brought any additional line, so fishing was done for the trip.
We turned around and headed back the way we had come. We avoided all portaging by paddling… well… mostly walking, all the rapids. Both boats gave up a bit of paint to the rocks of Hurdman Creek, without a doubt. As we were walking the creek to avoid the P130 the top of my canoe also took a beating. I was walking behind the canoe, guiding it around some rocks and over a small ledge. The water after the ledge was just deep enough to paddle, so I decided to hop back into the canoe. Right before I did, Henry decided he wanted to jump out of the boat on the opposite side. I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him back into the center of the boat, swung my leg over the side and hopped in. Well, I am not a small lad… and the front seat of my Langford is prone to failure.
The main structural piece, where the seat slides fore and aft, snapped right in the middle. I managed to grab the gunnel and prevent the canoe from flipping, but Henry and I had a close call. I drifted to the next set of rocks, stepped out of the canoe again and whistled for the boys to wait up. I assessed the damage… it was not something duct tape could fix. I do carry additional spindles and mounting bolts / nuts (ever since my bolt failure on White Trout!) but I certainly don’t carry two feet of cherry.
At the bottom of the rapid, we had a small meeting to discuss the travel plans moving forward. I would continue down the creek with Henry, awkwardly sitting in the stern with no weight in the front. When we got back to the P70 (where we left our bags), we loaded as many of our bags as possible into the front of my canoe to keep the bow down. I even emptied my gear out of a big dry bag and filled it with water to provide more weight directly to the bow. Not a pretty arrangement, but it would have to suffice.
West Corbeau was our first test of the new arrangement. Henry eventually settled and slept in the canoe for the first time! He was getting the hang of this back country lifestyle!
We stopped back at our campsite on Hurdman and started a quick fire for lunch. We cooked up a big pack of sausages and relaxed for a bit. Henry had his lunch and managed to also scarf down at least one sausage (with bun) while we were not looking. Productive morning… with an annoying canoe failure. We have been batting high in that department over the last few years. As long as the gear, food and booze weight stayed high, I would be able to continue the trip. The risk would be paddling into a hard headwind with the bow riding a little too high in the water. We decided that we would just push on with our original trip plan for now and make our way towards Little Cauchon for the night. The day was bright and sunny, and the wind was not really an issue for paddling. We would sit around the fire tomorrow morning and re-evaluate the remaining trip plan then.
We portaged the P140 into Laurel, and what a pretty lake she is. The entire lake is ringed with dominating hills. The center of the lake has one of the most unique campsites in the park. A small island campsite that is essentially one big hill. Sitting on top of this hill has got to be the most elevated Thunder Box in the entire park. The slog up to do your business is not enjoyable, but the view surely is! To top off the highlights of Laurel is a beautiful waterfall that empties into the lake right beside the P130 into Little Cauchon. As you approach the final two campsites (the final one being excellent) you can hear the falls. They are tucked back around a small bend in the shoreline and are quite nice. The takeout for the portage is a little tricky, the shore is covered in large rocks and the water drops off steeply at the shore. There is also a large erratic standing watch at the bottom of the hill right at the shore, so it could be a tight squeeze if multiple groups are landing at the same time. The portage starts with a gradual incline but eventually flattens out right before you reach the put in on Little Cauchon. We ran into two guys at the put in that were on their way out of the park. They had experienced some gear failure of their own (water filter) and were headed out to Cedar. We munched on some lunch, hydrated a bit, and let Henry play in the shallow water before we pushed off.
We pushed off on our destination lake for the evening. Care needs to be taken while in the shallows before the railway bridge, there are many large boulders in the water that are hard to see. We narrowly avoided running into several due to the calm, mirror like water. We passed under the railway and headed up Little Cauchon into a light head wind. Originally, we had planned to camp on the 5th campsite on the lake close to the P740 into Gouinlock Lake. We quickly changed that plan and decided to camp on the only campsite on the North shore. This would allow us to walk Henry down the rail bed to the Daventry Station ruins in the evening.
The campsite was surprisingly nice. The shoreline was not ideal for swimming but would do in a pinch. The firepit was built up and had solid benches wrapped all the way around. Henry and I set up our tent on the sleeping pad to the rear of the site, and Ryan and Rich used the perfectly spaced trees to the left to hang their hammocks. We finished our lunches, had a few beverages, and puttered for the rest of the afternoon.
Around 6pm we headed out on our big walk to Daventry Station. We would be travelling just under 3.5 KMs one way, for a total trip of nearly 7 KM. We estimated it would take us 2-2.5 hours, so we were not that worried about daylight.
The walk was along the loose gravel of the railway bed, with some nice views of the lake from our elevated vantage point. The trail was littered with old track and train pieces. We found railway spikes, ties, and what appeared to be old brake calipers.
We brought a phone with the Avenza map, and when we were close to our destination we started our search for the old school house remains. Once we reached the Loxley Lake portage we noticed some buildings off to the right. We walked up the portage a bit, but quickly realized that this is a modern home or lodge of some sort. We returned to the tracks and pushed on a little further. The shoreline on our left opened up, and several trails ran down through the open grass clearing to a sand beach. Several new docks can be found on the shoreline, and some deep pits dot the clearing. We were not sure if they were foundations for historical buildings, but with the tall grass it was hard to really tell what we were walking over. We did find an old well that was boarded shut, and some metal pieces in the grass (leaf springs and buckets, always with at least one hole!).
We returned to the tracks and noticed a small road that runs up to a modern cabin. Just past this new road is a small trail that leads straight back into some dense forest where you can just see the remains of the school house. We had seen older photos of the school from Brandon Peek’s website.
This website is one of our go to resources for Cabins and Relics. Tip of the hat to you sir, we highly recommend. In his photos below, you can see the roof was still intact and you could see various artifacts inside. Including an old train schedule from 1953.
Brandon Peek’s Photos
We found the school house in a much different state.
The roof had fallen in, the walls were collapsing, and it was very difficult to explore inside without falling through the floorboards.
We poked around for a bit, finding a white gas container, glass beer bottles, soda cans, and an oil container. We also found more church buckets… very holy.
Daylight was fading, and the bugs were coming out something fierce in the dense forest around the school. We hightailed it out of there, and walked back to our campsite as quickly as we could. We had not collected any firewood for the evening, and we still needed to make supper. As we approached camp we started to collect deadfall from beside the tracks, knowing our campsite was already picked clean from past campers. Once back at camp I set about getting a big fire going to knock the bugs down, and Rich and Ryan made Sheppard’s Pie for supper. Everyone was pretty tired after our meal, including Henry who was content to lay at our feet by the fire. Poor guy likely thought that this was his life now… no soft beds or air conditioning, combined with travelling all day and bug bites at night! We listened to another comedy special, drank a little too much, and soaked in the beautiful evening views of the lake. We sat around the fire for another hour or so, then we all headed to bed for some much needed sleep.
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Day 3 : Little Cauchon to Cedar Lake
(ORIGINAL PLAN:Little Cauchon L. to Carl Wilson L.)
TOTAL KM: 14.9 KM
# OF PORTAGES (DISTANCE): 2 (0.5KM)
(TOTAL KM: 8.1 KM | # OF PORTAGES (DISTANCE): 1 (1.1 KM))
We woke up to another beautiful morning. The sun was shining and it promised to be a warm day. The wind was already up a little bit on the lake, which was not promising for our new plan. No better way to spend your birthday though!
Our original plan was to explore two more sets of ruins around Little Cauchon, before portaging into Carl Wilson for the night.
We had wanted to see the building ruins and waterfall on the Windemere Lake portage, followed up with the cabin ruins on the Gouinlock portage.
With our decision to leave the Park on day 3 already made (over quite a few drinks on night 2) we elected to skip our morning of exploring and just leave Little Cauchon. One day we will return to explore these locations, maybe on a shorter trip with the kids into Carl Wilson. Now we had several extra hours in our day… how would we use them? Well, it just so happened that a few buddies of ours (Jarin and Buddy Steve from Knox on Woods) were staying at the Lost Coin ranger cabin for the weekend. What luck that we happened to be in their neck of the woods. We would leave the park, figure out how to drive down to them, and surprise them with a quick visit!
Now, all we had to do was paddle and portage from Little Cauchon back to the Brent access point on Cedar Lake. We finished out egg and bacon wraps and made our way back under the railbed to the P130 to Laurel. We encountered two groups on the portage, with the second being right at the put in at Laurel Lake. There is not a whole lot of room at the bottom of the hill for bags, people and boats to maneuver, but we managed to launch without much delay. We paddled past “Cloud Throne Island” and landed at the P330 into Aura Lee. This portage is very flat and simple to complete, not a bad final portage to end the trip on.
Back under the 1922 rail bridge, through the small section of river, and back on Little Cedar Lake without delay. The first thing we realized was the wind direction had not shifted since Friday. We were now paddling into a head wind. This was not too bad in the secluded section of lake we were in but might be a problem in short order. We paddled through the archipelago that separates Little Cedar from the main lake and decided to take a rest on the Chimney Island campsite. We would need all our energy to make the crossing to Brent.
Sadly, there was already a group on the campsite so we pushed on into the ever widening lake. I believe I already mentioned the pinched nerve in my back? Causing my left arm to be numb? Tightness in my trapezius and rhomboid? The next 1-2 hours of my life were painful. The wind was blowing steadily directly into our face, with the occasional big gust. It is neat to see the wind gusts approaching over the open water, but the extra effort required to keep the boat straight is draining. We were already close to the Southern shore of the lake, so stayed on that side. There are very few points or obstructions to hide behind… just a long slow slog down Cedar Lake. We were never at risk of capsizing, but we were not making very fast headway. Our next goal was the campsite to the West of the P1730 so we could rest and let me stretch my back and neck. We worked hard to get there, just to find it also occupied. By the time we landed at the P1730, I was hurting and in a foul mood. I knew the worst was yet to come… we were still in the Northern arm!
We pulled out, as rested as we could be, and began our final crossing to Brent. The wind was funneling directly into the North arm, but once we entered the main part of the lake the direction of the wind shifted. The wind was coming from the Nipissing River delta, meaning we would be taking waves on our broadside as we crossed. In hindsight we should have swung the corner more, approached the Nipissing, and then let the wind carry us home. We decided on the fly to start angling into the wind for as long as necessary to clear the Brent Campground point, make a precarious turn in the middle of the lake, and THEN ride the waves home. It worked, obviously, but the struggle was real. We were basically in the middle of the lake, large swells bouncing us around, carrying very little speed. Once we turned with the wind, life was easy and we came scorching into the beach of the access point.
Red is our path; green is what we should have done.
There were several kids frolicking in the water as we unloaded our gear on the beach. The parking lot was not as full as Friday, but Brent was still a busy place. In recent memory this was one of the nicest May long weekend trips we have had weather wise. It was hot every day, and only a tiny bit of rain on day one. Glad to see other people out enjoying the Park as well!
We were back on the road, passing by the Park Office sometime between 1300-1400 EST. We got into cell range and quickly determined the route to the Lost Coin cabin. We decided to head into Deep River first to pick up some supplies for the trip, and then made our way back to Bissett Creek Road. In all, it took us a little over 1.5 hours to reach the cabin.
During the drive to the cabin, we crossed paths with two black bears on two separate occasions. They were both standing in the middle of the road as we approached, then started running down the road in front of the truck before finally ducking into the forest. We almost caught the second encounter on camera, as we were now on high alert. The road eventually gets very narrow and winding as you get closer to the cabin. The final 500 or so meters take you off the road on essentially a portage trail down a steep, muddy hill to the Lost Coin Cabin. We rounded the corner of the cabin and some guy we did not recognize was the first into view. It threw me off for a second, but then a long haired, shirtless Buddy Steve came into view! Jarin was taking a nap in the cabin, and the other two guys were outside by a fire to keep the bugs at bay. We hung around for about an hour, catching up and swapping some stories with the boys, and met their friend who was also from the Belleville area. I can’t remember his name, but he was a nice enough guy. We were getting hammered by bugs a little too much, especially Henry, so we said our goodbyes and left. Rich and I would be seeing Jarin and Steve again in August for our weeklong trip to the Spanish River. That trip should be a beauty.
We stopped for dinner at our obligatory spot in Petawawa… Boston Pizza. Since we had the dog, we ordered take out in advance and ate our supper off the tailgate. The trip was a success, except for the broken seat that will require repair. We won’t need my canoe until the fall anyways, so that is a problem for another day! Henry surprised me on this trip. He adjusted very well to the back country lifestyle. He also looks dashing in blaze orange… Cheers!
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