My destination was Namakootchie Lake, out of Canoe lake access. Black portages and campsites. and not a single person was what I was looking for.
I left the night before from London, and planned to crash in my van in Huntsville where I could grab breakfast and coffee and still be at Canoe Lake before the office opened.
They called for beautiful weather all weekend,
so I left the windows open for the night. Low and behold at three am I heard and felt rain. When I got up to close the windows I realized I was parked beside a set of sprinklers! Doh! Not a good start so far.
Up at 5:30am for breakfast.
And into the park.
Just past the Whiskey Rapids Trail this awesome sight! Woohoo! This is how you start a trip!
Here's my new to me canoe, ready to launch into a perfectly calm and already hot Canoe Lake.
In no time at all I was at my first portage
I skipped the 100m into Gill, then the big one.
Home for the next couple of nights was tiny, buggy, and didn't have much of a view. And it was glorious! I'd made it in about four hours and I was whipped. After setting up, I had a nap until sun and the heat woke me up. Then it was time for a swim. There is a perfect log dock to dive off of and I used it a lot over the weekend.
That night I heard what must of been wolves yipping near by. So cool! I was worried about getting to sleep but it turned out that I had no problem. Out like a light and slept for 10Hrs!?!
Saturday was pretty windy and I didn't feel like fighting it so I went fishing on the much smaller Medge Lake, behind the site I was on. If you want to know what the fishing was like you'll just have to go there and try it out.
I spent most of day relaxing and lots of swimming. The wind subsided as the sunset.
So out fishing I went.
My site is straight off the bow. You can see how closed in the site is.
One my friends that were keeping me company.
The second night while falling asleep I heard an owl. It sounded like it was right above my tent. Another awesome experience, for the first 10 minutes. After a while he flew off or quieted down and out in no time again.
Sunday morning I awoke to these guys lining the inside of my fly.
Today I was heading home. Up at 6:00am and packed and on the water by 7:00am. I was so refreshed in body and spirit that I only needed one rest along the long portage.
Cool looking nearly dry stream crossing the portage.
I made my way out in less than three hours. After a shower and a stop at the souvenir shop for t-shirts(gotta keep the family happy) I was on my way. Not long after hitting the highway, a lot of my peace and serenity were gone.
A normally 5 hour trip, took 6.5 hours. Argh!
While I love camping with my boys and my friends, I'm now hooked on soloing. I can't wait to get back there alone.