tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29889272180360065962024-03-14T07:50:12.336-07:00Kayak CamperAdventures in Algonquin Provincial ParkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10262892454264742258noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988927218036006596.post-27211892799437713162014-07-31T15:03:00.000-07:002014-07-31T15:03:19.218-07:00Day 3: Red Pine Bay to Catfish Lake
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I woke up to the sound of raindrops hammering the tent fly. While my
get-there-itis was suggesting I take down camp in the rain and get
moving, my rational side won the battle that morning. I knew it was a
shorter travel day, and so had the luxury of burrowing back into my
sleeping bag to see if the weather improved. I decided I could hang
out for a few hours and still have plenty of time to make Catfish
that day. While I was happy to wait out the rain, breakfast couldn't
wait – I was hungry! I'd set up a tarp the evening before and that
morning it came in handy. After a walk through the wet brush to
recover my bear barrel, I had a dry area to hang out and boil water.
With a full stomach and a cup of coffee in my hand, I headed back to
the tent to wait out the weather.<br />
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<b>Waiting on the Weather</b></div>
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Fortunately, the rain did
eventually stop. I took down camp in a hurry, worried the still
overcast skies would open up again at any moment. Not long afterwards
I loaded up and pushed off from my campsite.<br />
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<b>Leaving my Campsite on Red Pine Bay</b></div>
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Today was an exciting day - I was going to explore new territory!
While I’d been on Red Pine Bay and its neighbour to the north,
Burntroot Lake, many times, the rest of the day’s trip was to be a
first for me. River travel and its inevitable series of portages is
not ideal kayak country, but this route wasn’t bad: 5 portages
totalling 1.4 km. With Catfish Lake as my destination, I was
confident the reward would be worth it.
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Approaching the first portage of the day from Burntroot into
Perley, I decided to quickly scout the rapids on the off chance I
could run them. They looked entirely paddleable! The volume of water
and force of the current, however, meant that striking a hidden rock
could result in a badly damaged boat. I decided that saving ten
minutes wasn’t worth the risk and returned to the portage. I
stepped out onto shore and was quickly reminded that the bug jacket
wasn’t optional equipment. I hastily pulled it out of a dry hatch
and zipped it up. It was to remain on for the rest of the travel day.
The trip down Perley and into the beginning of the Petawawa was
uneventful. As I approached the next portage, 380m, and with thoughts
of the last rapids still bouncing around in my head, I made a truly
foolish decision. While I wasn't willing to risk running the rapids,
knowing I was far from help if something went wrong, I decided to
walk my kayak through them rather than take the portage. Not <i>lining</i>
my kayak from the shore – there was no walkable shore – but
literally wading down the rapids hanging onto the boat.<br />
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<b>Wading the Rapids</b></div>
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In the end I
succeeded with no major mishaps, but it took me three times longer
than the portage would have as I carefully felt for footings in the
current. Tired, wet and annoyed at myself for making such a poor
choice, I travelled the remainder of the Petawawa in more traditional
fashion, with no attempt to skip the remaining portages. At the end
of the Pet I reached a split in the waterway. To the right was
Sunfish Lake, which I would be passing through in a few days’ time.
To the left, hidden around a few more bends, was Catfish. After a
long glance to the right as if I could divine my future, I turned
left and resumed paddling.
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Catfish Lake was as beautiful as I had hoped. It probably didn't
hurt that after an entire day of overcast skies, the sun made an
appearance just as the Catfish opened up before me. Open water and
windy weather allowed me to take off my head netting for the first
time since I left Burntroot. At the recommendation of a fellow
Algonquin Adventures forum poster, the campsite on Shangri La Island
was my hoped-for destination. While my map suggested Shangri La could
be cockroach infested, I figured I’d take my chances if it was
available. As I paddled closer to the island I could understand the
recommendation: a massive, sloping slab of Canadian Shield, with a
view of more than half the compass. And as luck would have it, it was
mine for the taking!<br />
Walking from the waterline to the firepit area of Shangri La felt
like an uphill portage, but knowing this was my home for the next
three nights, a first for me in Algonquin, I was practically floating
up with my gear. On a typical solo trip I'm on the move every day,
but I was very much looking forward to putting down roots, especially
with such a gorgeous campsite under me.<br />
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<b>Shangri La Island, Catfish Lake</b></div>
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The skies finished clearing,
the wind kept the bugs at bay, and I was had a peaceful late
afternoon and evening of sunning, swimming, and relaxing in paradise.<br />
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<b>Shangri La</b></div>
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The next day was to be my own little Brent run: a day trip to the
Brent store where a resupply would hopefully be waiting for me,
followed by returning to my campsite on Catfish. A poster on my
Algonquin forums, with a trip plan beginning at Cedar a few days'
earlier, had offered to drop off a package at the Brent store for me.
Two weeks earlier I'd mailed him a food package in a shoe box, and I
was hoping my trust wasn't misplaced. With ~7k of portaging in total,
including the infamous Unicorn Hill, it was once again an early night
for me. I wanted to get an early start, in case the day was longer
than I hoped it was going to be. After a last walk around the
campsite to make sure everything was in order, I crawled into my tent
and called it a night.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10262892454264742258noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988927218036006596.post-90894117227810058522014-07-29T14:07:00.001-07:002014-07-29T14:46:06.695-07:00Day 2: Red Rock to Red Pine<br />
<a href="http://kayakandcamp.blogspot.com/2014/07/Day1OpeongotoRedRock.html"><span style="font-size: small;">If you haven't read it, here's Day 1</span></a><br />
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Day 2 was one of the more ambitious travel days on this trip, so my
morning began early. On top of that, the forecast before I set out
had predicted 30 km/hr winds, rain, and possible thunderstorms for
the day. The morning greeted me with strong winds, but no rain (or sign of) in sight yet. The sooner I could get on
the move, the happier I’d be.
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Breakfast was oatmeal and coffee, boiling the water over my new
Bushbuddy. It was the only stove I’d brought on the trip, leaving
my Whisperlite (and its fuel bottle) at home. This was partly to save
a few ounces of weight while portaging, but also to enjoy the added
challenge. With rain in the forecast, I wasn’t entirely sure dinner
would be hot that evening.<br />
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<b> Boiling Water Before Dawn</b></div>
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I was packed up and on the water by 7. While I did see some more
of Red Rock on my way to the Happy Isle portage, I knew I’d have to
come back some day with more time to explore. The Red Rock to Happy
Isle portage was where I discovered the black flies were still
around, and in very healthy numbers! The portage was very wet, very
mucky, and very buggy, and I was glad to see the end of it. The first
of many on this day, however, so I didn’t let it affect my spirits.
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Happy Isle and Welcome passed quickly. I pumped some water for the
coming portages. I filmed a kayak portage start to finish between
Happy Isle and Merchant (<a href="http://youtu.be/FhZYitXxi50" target="_blank">On my YouTube Channel if you're interested</a>). I saw a single campsite in use on Happy Isle
(with 6 canoes on it), none on Merchant.<br />
The Merchant to Big Trout
portage, while almost 2km in length, is one of the kindest portages
in the park. Nice footing, no major ups and downs, I’ve never found
it anything but an enjoyable experience, and that day was no
exception. Well, as enjoyable as portaging gets. I’d been wearing my bug jacket since I left Red Rock, and while
the head netting came off while out on the lakes, it was zipped up
fully on all portages. The winding stream leading into Big Trout was
buggy enough that I stayed fully covered until I reached open water.<br />
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<b>Paddling the stream leading to Big Trout Lake</b></div>
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This section of Big Trout often acts as a wind funnel, and with strong winds out of the west today was no exception. The
wind was blowing, waves were crashing over the deck of my kayak, and
I was laughing like a madman, enjoying every second of it. I pulled up to the backside of the first island campsite, enjoying
a few moments of shelter from the wind. I briefly considered getting
out and taking a longer break, but decided I’d push
farther down Big Trout before taking some time off the water.
Besides, my route would take me past a favorite campsite of mine. If
it was available, it would be a fantastic place to recharge. I pushed away from the island’s edge and started paddling. A few
strokes ahead I could see a line in the water, where
it went from calm and sheltered to windy and wavy.<br />
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<b>Back into the Wind</b></div>
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Big Trout’s largest island up ahead may have been sheltering me
from some of the wind still, but it sure didn’t feel like it. I
headed for that island, ducking behind it and out the channel on the
other side as so many paddlers do. Rounding the corner out into open
lake, my pit-stop destination was in sight, and it looked like nobody
was on it. I wasn’t terribly surprised, having seen no canoes on
the water all day and only a single campsite (two lakes behind me) in
use.
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Pulling up to that site was like meeting up with an old friend I
hadn’t seen in a while. I’d last camped there two years ago on a
mid-June loop. While it was only for a single night, I had fond
memories of my time there. The weather had been gorgeous, the bugs
virtually nonexistent, and I’d had the lake entirely to myself.
Comparing the conditions then to my current trip, I couldn’t help
but laugh. But with the bugs being what they were, I found myself
hoping the wind stayed as strong in the days ahead.
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After a brief hello to the campsite, I walked out onto its best
feature: a huge chunk of glorious Canadian Shield overlooking the
water. Having not ‘called home’ since I woke up early that
morning, I set my SPOT on the rock beside me and pressed the buttons
to send an OK home to my family. That underway, I spent some time
lazing in the sun and munching on snacks.<br />
Call home complete and the
edge taken off my hunger, I clambered back into the kayak and got
underway. While I wasn’t feeling pressed for time, I still had
quite a bit of paddling that day and was looking forward to reaching
my destination.The rest of Big Trout was uneventful, as was the portage into
Longer. The North/South section of Longer is a pretty mundane paddle
on most occasions, but today I saw a pair of canoes in the distance!
Having not spoken to anyone since pushing off the Opeongo dock the
previous morning, I was looking forward to exchanging a few words, or
even just a nod and hello if they were traveling the other way. It
turned out to be a group of fishermen out trying their luck. We
spent a few minutes chatting about the weather, the fishing, the bugs
and how great it was to be in Algonquin, and then on I pressed.
(Weather: windy. Fishing: no luck. Bugs: bad. Greatness scale: pretty
great).<br />
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<b>Longer Lake Fishermen</b></div>
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Buoyed by a few minutes’ of conversation, the rest of the Longer
Lake paddle passed in contented silence. After the turn towards the
40 meter portage, I saw the first (and as it turned out only) moose
of the trip. A bull moose, he barely acknowledged my presence as I
paddled past. For some reason I failed to take a single picture,
despite the close range and his apparent indifference. Sometimes my
get-there-itis gets the better of me.
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On one of the two short portages to follow I encountered a father
with two kids (at a guess his son and the son’s friend). Brand new
to Algonquin tripping and inexperienced paddlers, they’d
nonetheless fought their way to this portage from Hogan’s Lake that
day. “Is it always like this?” he inquired, referring to the wind
and bugs. I laughed, acknowledged they’d gotten a bit unlucky, and
wished them well for the remainder of their trip.
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My last portage complete, I turned out into Red Pine Bay. After
spending a few minutes out of the wind pumping water, I decided the
first half decent campsite I came to was going to be home for the
night. All I wanted was to be done paddling for the day. To my great
surprise the first two campsites I checked out were occupied, doubling the number of campsites I’d seen in use since I portaged
out of Opeongo. After paddling to the eastern side of the bay I found
a great campsite waiting for me. Too small for any decent sized
group, it was perfect for me. <br />
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<b>Campsite on Red Pine Bay</b></div>
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Camp setup complete, a couple hours of lazing, sunning, swimming
and a nip or two of rye followed. A pot of water boiled on the stove
and a full stomach later, the darker clouds rolling in convinced me
an early bedtime was in order. Crawling into my tent, I pulled out
the kindle determined to read for a couple of hours. Instead, tired
and content, I managed a couple of pages and turned in.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10262892454264742258noreply@blogger.com0Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario 60, ON K0J 2M0, Canada45.8371591 -78.37912389999996844.4164026 -80.960910899999973 47.257915600000004 -75.797336899999962tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988927218036006596.post-74216092966999944562014-07-28T15:34:00.000-07:002014-07-29T14:46:48.743-07:00Day 1: Opeongo to Red Rock<div class="MsoNormal">
It was the beginning of a 7 day solo trip, and I was excited! The route plan was:<br />
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Day 1: Opeongo Access Point to Red Rock<br />
Day 2: Red Rock to Red Pine Bay<br />
Day 3: Red Pine Bay to Catfish Lake<br />
Day 4: Day trip from Catfish to the Brent Store on Cedar for a food resupply<br />
Day 5: Rest and Relaxation<br />
Day 6: Catfish to Big Crow<br />
Day 7: Big Crow to Opeongo Access Point<br />
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The weather forecast was calling for 15 km/hr winds in the morning and 25 km/hr
winds in the afternoon. Opeongo is the biggest lake in Algonquin and can get rough on windy days, so I decided an early start was in order. Gear loaded,
kayak on the roof, I left home around 5 AM, much
to my wife’s chagrin (at waking up that early, not at me leaving). The drive was peaceful, the roads virtually deserted. </div>
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9:30 AM, permit attained, kayak loaded and car parked, I was
ready to go! Despite it being Saturday morning there were few people around at the Opeongo put-in. A couple loaded their gear into a small motorboat and sped off. A water taxi left with a load of campers and four
canoes on top, and a handful of other people were milling around, preparing for their own trips or perhaps just enjoying the beautiful morning. I slipped into my kayak and pushed off from the dock. I was on my way! </div>
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<b>Pushing off from the Opeongo Dock. The GoPro goes for a Swim.</b></div>
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As I passed Bates Island into
the more open parts of the South Arm I realized the wind was a bit stronger than I thought, but it was still reasonable. Out of the Northwest, it was just enough of a crosswind to force me to
put down the kayak’s rudder. My cause wasn’t helped by my
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There were very few canoes on the water, although I saw a number of campsites in use. Windy Point, and then the Western Narrows came and went. Having already used up a camera
battery, I pulled up on a little dot of land next to Hershey Island. Stepping
out and stretching my legs was a welcome change of pace. Often
stricken with “Get-there-itis” on backcountry trips, I forced myself to stay
and relax for a few minutes, enjoying the sunshine and the break from paddling.
I changed GoPro batteries. I took out my digital camera and filmed a short
segment for the video I’ll start working on any day now. Really, any day
now. I had a snack. Finally, it was time to get back on the water.<br />
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<b>Paddling Opeongo.</b></div>
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The rest of the paddle was windy but
uneventful, aside from a motorboat that pulled into the bay at the Red Rock
portage just as I was reaching it, as if to mock my hard work. After the long paddle I was actually looking
forward to my first, and only, portage of the day. Even more, I was looking
forward to seeing Red Rock for the first time. Despite beginning many trips on
Opeongo I’d never been to Red Rock before. It’s not on the way to anything –
either it’s your intentional destination or you have no reason to be there.
Today I finally had my reason, and I couldn’t wait.<br />
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As I was pulling up to the portage I was wondering: bug
jacket? No bug jacket? Within moments of landing the question was answered, as
there were enough mosquitoes around to give me an idea what I might expect. I tossed on the jacket to protect my arms, but left the head net down. Little did I realize at the
time, but my bug jacket was to become the MVP of the trip. The portage itself
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Paddling northwest along the shoreline, I had
my eye on the site east of the main island. As I paddled
closer to the site, the so often played game played out once more: is that a
canoe on the shore? No… I think it’s just a rock. Or a tree. Is that a tent
over there? You know, I’m pretty sure that’s a canoe. But maybe… </div>
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Crap. It’s a canoe. </div>
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Changing plans, I continued to follow the shoreline to scout
sites further west. As luck would have it, the mainland site south of the
island was open, and was pretty nice to boot. Any site in a storm, and the wind was still gaining
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It was around 2 PM and I was already on my campsite
for the day. While I had lots of time to work with I always prefer to get my
chores done first, and soon enough my tent was set up and organized, a decent
stack of firewood was waiting by the firepit, and the remainder of my gear was
stashed away in case the weather turned. Finally it was time to relax!</div>
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The rest of the afternoon passed by in lazy Algonquin
fashion. The wind was keeping all but the most determined bugs away, and I
took advantage of it. Swimming, lying in the sun and a bit of book reading caused
the next few hours to slide past as quickly as the clouds overhead. </div>
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<b>Wind on Red Rock Lake.</b></div>
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Nothing makes food taste better than hard work, and I’d put
in a few solid hours that day. Burgers were my first evening meal, and soon the
pair of them were sizzling on the grill. With sharp cheddar cheese and all the fixings, they were heavenly. </div>
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As is so often the case when I’m camping, my day began early
and ended even earlier. Not long after dinner my yawns started becoming more
frequent than the lulls in between. I brushed my teeth, went for a walk into the
woods to stash the bear barrel, then crawled into my tent and called it a night. The sun was still shining,
but hey – it was night somewhere!</div>
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One of my last thoughts before losing consciousness was:
this is only day one. I have six… more… days. If I wasn’t smiling as I fell
asleep, I was certainly smiling in my dreams.<br />
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