Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Woodland Challenge crosses Temagami (Part V)



Day 8: August 12
Today and tomorrow are ones to go down in the history books for Woodland Challenge. They truly made the trip what it was and sum up the essence of challenge.
The day began with a leisurely paddle through the remaining section of Dougherty Lake, a truly magnificent place to which I must return. The upcoming portage began on an old logging road and promptly turned into a steep uphill climb on a path riddled with trees, most of which we cleaned up on our way back. The paddle through Button Lake was uneventful although I recall Anelynda making some ridiculous claim about something and us agreeing to Google it when we got back. The exit from Button into Adelaide involved a miniature portage/liftover onto a nice flow coming over a beaver dam. I may or may not have helped the flow out a bit to make it easier to push the canoes up. We pushed into Adelaide avoiding a portage and felt good as the sun shone down.

Adelaide was really small and we quickly reached the end and stopped for a snack while I scouted the portage trail (along with every deer fly in the forest). It turned out to be a labyrinth of trails and took me quite a while to find the right path. Explaining to everyone where to go proved more difficult than I thought and Nick and Jordan went the wrong way, albeit not very far. The end entering Sawhorse lake was home to an army of mosquitoes and no one really cared where the stuff went and just chucked it in the boats and pushed off. Once again Addie forgot her shoes... Why they weren't on her feet is still a mystery. Shortly thereafter we got into a standoff with Natalie regarding sunscreen... no one went anywhere until she had put it on. Her tan had seriously not suffered on this trip despite her constant assurances of liberal application.

The short liftover out of sawhorse and into Chiniguchi marked the final leg of the trip which was new for me. I had done the rest of the trip previously and thus felt a bit more confident as far as campsite location and general directions went. We pushed onto McConnell Bay. The water was beautiful and clear as we passed the shallows into the bay. However, upon turning the corner into the bay we saw the three campsites on the beach were occupied... truly devastating. It was already 3pm and we hadn't had lunch and were counting on this site. Anelynda paddled up to make sure they were actually staying the night and not just hanging out for the day as there were a few motor boats pulled up. They were. We chowed down on massive amounts of cheese and jam on our pitas while I contemplated the options. I presented the kids with three options:
  1. Go and stay at a campsite that I know is there but is small and crappy
  2. Go look for a decent campsite around Lake Chiniguchi which may or may not exist
  3. Push on to Wolf Lake, tomorrow's destination, and have a rest day tomorrow
They chose option 3 which meant over 10km more paddling, not to mention an 800 and 200m portage before reaching the site. Off we went at full speed.

The weather was great and we were moving but not very fast by this point. People were drained, the long days were showing (especially in my boat.... Natalie....). We jumped off some rocks along the way to wake us up. Upon passing an island on the southern end of the lake we passed a couple heading north to the Sturgeon. I told them to be prepared for extremely dark water and that it was kind of gross. They seemed worried after that report. The kids laughed.

The 800m into Dewdney went fairly smoothly after a long gorp break yet took a long time. People wanted to camp at the end of the portage trail at a small campsite... Murdoch and I weren't convinced. We pushed on. The paddle across Dewdney was long and the sun was getting lower. However, Anelynda still had her sunglasses on and upon removing her shirt she knocked them off her head and into the water. I was right beside their boat and watched them sink. I would've gone in but she had just finished a sermon on how she only spent two dollars on them. They're at the bottom if anyone is interested. You could see the McConnell tower on the east side of the lake. I had Kim in my boat by this time and it was agreed that we would push ahead at the next portage and would quickly bring all of our stuff over and try to get a site on Wolf while we could still see.

Upon arrival in Wolf I noticed a group camping right across from the portage which is not a campsite. This didn't bode well for campsite availability on the lake. However, the first site on the far side of the lake which is massive turned out to be empty and also appeared (from the fires seen later) to be the only vacant spot on the lake. PHEW!!!


Wolf Lake the next day

It was now getting dark and Murdoch and Anelynda were spearheading the final portage into Wolf at dusk. It seemed to take them a long time as I built a fire and set the wannigan near the cliff for them to spot. We signaled them over and we made dinner in the dark, quickly set up camp and settled in for a well deserved night's rest.


Canoe partner: Kim, Nick, Natalie
Distance Travelled: ~ 20km
Put in time: 9:30
Take out time: ~8:00pm
Dinner: ?
Dessert: ?
Weather: Gorgeous

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Woodland Challenge crosses Temagami (Part IV)

Day 7: August 11
Today I woke up to a wet, misty morning. Gross. My tent wasn't too wet (on the inside) but Murdoch's left much to be desired. Apparently he fell asleep on his back laying on his thermarest holding his sleeping bag on his chest because he didn't want to get it wet (his tent was less fortunate than mine). haha. It had been a rough night sleeping on Canadian shield yet again.
We packed up our stuff and paddled over to the rest of the group for breakfast. The campsite was a complete disaster zone and we did our best to clean up the firewood pieces that were scattered about the jagged rocks, moss patches and jack pine. Everyone was eager to leave and leave Kettle Falls behind us, yet you wouldn't be able to tell in the speed in which they moved.
We only had to paddle across the river to the next portage. It was wet, narrow and rocky. I threw my boat in before the rapids ended so I could at least have the current push me for a minute or two.
Upon entering Renfrew Lake we could see something bright at the other end and I called it if it was a canoe. Low and behold it was, but not in any sort of paddling condition. Apparently it had gone down the upcoming Ragged Chute. I was able to paddle the top of this rapid which had some tricky turns before the waterfall with Nick (he did great!). We didn't really realize that we then stopped at the beginning of the next portage just at the top of the waterfall so I had to paddle back with the now empty boat. I then ran the upper rapids with Anelynda and Murdoch? and then ran one solo where I came really close to bailing huge and would've had to watch the boat get eaten by the chute. All the stuff slowly made it's way over to the spot where Nick and I had originally stopped. It was a small, slippery take out just above a watefall and the current was moving pretty fast. Needless to say, tensions were high. There were more canoe carcasses at the bottom of the portage where we picked up a padded thwart with the intension of pulling the blue foam off and using it on one of our yokes. In actuality we just carried it around for the next 3 days never using it. This put in was slippery and dropped off quickly in the water. Jordan and I got pretty wet in the dark spooky water.
Finally after getting into the boats I realized it really late already. We stopped for a gorp break as it began to drizzle.... just great.... I tried fishing, didn't catch anything.
We paddled through Perkins Lake (I'm pretty sure there were 2 campsites on it) to the 260m portage which we subsequently killed and came out the other side in what seemed like mere minutes. Hazel Lake had nothing special on it and the few rapids that we hit on our way out were small and uneventful. Passing Dougherty Creek showed signs of hope as the water flowing from Chiniguchi was cold and CLEAR! I was temped to just go up the creek but not having read anything on it we continued down the river to a tricky section of rapid which Nick and I scouted from a rock at the top of the set in the middle. I really wanted to run it just to avoid the portage but thanks to Nick's suggestion we didn't. It would've been really hard and there was a massive strainer. Good call.
After the portage Nick and I sat at the bottom of the rapids and caught a few Walleye, my first ever.

First Walleye

The group carried on to the 860m portage that would lead us off the Sturgeon! Upon arrival everyone was hungry and grumpy as it started to drizzle. A fitting end to a miserable journey on the Sturgeon. We were going to eat lunch until the rain started... Murdoch picked up a canoe and led the charge into a portage that looked like it was leading us to the heart of darkness. On this portage Natalie soloed a boat for a good chunk at the end and Anelynda tackled the barrel/wannigan combo. It sounded like she was literally dying back there as she talked to herself about how it didn't hurt and she could do it.
Upon arrival at the end of the portage it was exhilarating to see the clarity of the water as well to see the boats loaded and floating away with people in them. Anelynda and I got in the last boat and we paddled over to the group to FINALLY eat lunch. She and I in a boat together was a bad idea and quickly resulted in some shuffling so that we were separated.


Clear water!!!

I was pretty excited about making it to northern Chiniguchi from Ishpatina and we carried on south through Stouffer Lake looking for these alleged campsites....
The scenery was breathtaking as the skies opened and sun dried us out. The dark grey rocks of the Sturgeon were replaced by beautiful quartzites and scraggly jack pine with towering white and red pines.
Stouffer ended with a 190m into Federick Lake but thanks to high water levels and a willingness to do almost anything to avoid a portage at this point we were able to pull our loaded boats up a creek. The clear water made it cinch.
Frederick was supposed to have a bunch of sites but alas, they didn't exist anymore so we carried on as Murdoch and I yelled Johnsonville Brats, testing the echo. We came to an old logging bridge at the south end of Frederick which was really cool. It must've gone down 30 or so feet and you could see the structure all the way to the bottom. The 'almost limitless' campsite here now had 15ft trees on it... bummer. At this point we stopped for some juice and gorp. Anelynda was having a hissy fit about water and refused to use the gravity filter for some reason and pumped the only liter of water on the entire trip here. I just drank directly out of the lake. It seemed clean enough. It was getting later than I had hoped and so we continued to the next portage which on the map doesn't show up but it's there and no, we couldn't just pull up the beautiful stream this time.... unfortunately.

Into Dougherty lake! by this time it was late and we FLEW to the campsite. I told everyone it was on an island and then Addie and I motored to find it. Kim and Emma stopped to get firewood from an old beaver lodge (thanks beaver). We stopped at the first campsite we could find on a small island and it was totally gorgeous. The entire lake was ours.

Hauling it across Dougherty (6km/h)

This campsite was totally awesome. The tent sites were good for the big tents, Murdoch and I set up on bedrock yet again. The fire pit was set against a flat slice in the rolling rock that made up our island. Tons of blueberries! (clearly no one had been here in a while) Trips had to be made to the mainland if you had to use the facilities to do the deed. I never had to make the trip but upon watching others do it the shore was quite a bit further than it looked and I think a few people barely made it. haha!


Our island campsite (paradise)

It was great to get to the site and relax, if only for about 45 minutes before the sun went down. Kraft dinner was a welcome meal and the lobster sized crayfish that cleaned up the scraps on the rock near the water agreed. Dessert was Rice Krispies I think and somehow Jordan agreed to clean that up by himself. Murdoch and I slept without flies and fell asleep watching an amazing display of stars...

Canoe partner: Nick & Addie
Distance Travelled: ~17km
Put in time: 9:30
Take out time: 7 - 7:30
Dinner: Kraft Dinner
Dessert: Rice Krispies
Weather: started out disgusting with drizzle and cloud but opened up into clear sunny skies by late afternoon

Friday, November 06, 2009

Woodland Challenge crosses Temagami (Part III)

Day 6: August 10

Today started like most days with a slow start and departure. We headed down the Sturgeon going through Goul Lake past some pretty big cliffs and into what appeared to be a dead end except for the two waterfalls. The pool above the falls was pretty big and the water was dark. We portaged across the island through a site which was totally demolished by over use. Apparently there was great pike fishing on the river as carcasses were all over the landing for the site. Gross. I decided it would be a great idea to try my hand at fishing and see if I could catch a fish or two above the falls. However I got my new 'cyclops' lure snagged on the first cast right after all the boats had been portaged. I either had to go swimming or cut my line. There was no way I was going swimming in that tar coloured water. However, another idea came to mind and I managed to convince Anelynda to wade/swim out to get it. She kept asking if there were big fish that lived there and I reassured her there must be because the carcasses were huge. I also threw in that if there were sea monsters they must live there, in the darkest water in the world... She didn't manage to unsnag it and I don't know why she went out there at all but I was appreciative. This just gets better. On the other side of the portage she managed to drop her sunglasses right by the put in. It was less than a foot deep but couldn't find them because of the darkness of the water. Bummer... Luckily this happens to her frequently and she only buys sunglasses for $5 and had another pair. I immediately put that strap thing on my glasses which cost significantly more than five dollars.

We continued down river practicing some C turns and grabbing eddies on some smaller stuff. We entered into Eaglenest Lake and I jokingly said it was called that because there is a huge eagles nest on it and pointed randomly over my shoulder. Everyone including myself looked and there actually was a massive nest in a tree! Crazy! After a short water/sunscreen stop where we had to force Natalie to put sunscreen on we carried on to a set of class II rapids that were actually interesting and had lunch in the middle on a tiny rock. There was a campsite nearby that Murdoch wanted to stop at instead, it looked gross as we passed it afterwards. We then hit a bunch of tiny rapids as the river traveled through and area with less exposed rock and big overhanging conifers. I felt like I was in Jurassic park. The big ferns, the massive conifers, the dark water, the shallow river. I half expected a stegosaurus to lumber out in front of me at any moment.
Towards the end of this area there was a rock ledge with a chute that we were supposed to portage but we ran. All you had to do was go straight down it and then avoid the ONE rock at the end by turning either way. Everyone made it no problem except for one boat that nailed it head on. I can't remember who that was though. We ended up in Lyman Lake and stopped for a gorp break and drifted in the sun (it finally showed up).


Kettle Falls

At the end of the lake was Kettle Falls. The book read " The Kettle Falls portage is insane, you have be half billy-goat to make it to the other side." It couldn't have been more accurate. The kids took what they could and no one could take too much to ensure balance as one creeped along the side of the cliff. Anelynda carried the wannigan on top of a barrel, hardcore tripper style while the boats were left for Murdoch and myself. Getting them across was an absolute feat. My method was to basically military press the boat and tilt the front end almost to my feet and shimmy sideways along the 6 inch wide scree slope/cliff. By the time I did get out of there the kids had already headed over the to driftwood pile in the pool below and were collecting firewood. Their training was beginning to pay off. Paddling away from that one felt GREAT and I looked forward to the 'excellent' sites below the falls. HA! The book couldn't have been more wrong on that. The sites were cursed. The ground consisted of jagged bedrock that poked towards the sky and small patches of dirt occupied by scraggly jack pine. Jordan scoped all three and we decided to set up 3 tents on one site while Murdoch and I stayed on a neigbouring site on a flat piece of bedrock.
I set Anelynda up to make dinner while Murdoch, Jordan and I went to take a 'shower' in the falls. Dinner was chili and all you had to do was add some water and stir. We paddled over to the falls which got significantly bigger as we neared them. Murdoch was the first to get out at the base with Jordan quickly behind. I stopped Murdoch a few seconds later after noticing the bushes he was scrambling through was a patch of poision ivy... Jordan and I went around another way. The falls were powerful and we stayed in a side channel. The guys washed their legs with soap after getting back to the site.
After returning to the site the guys washed their legs to hopefully remove any poision ivy oils and we started dinner just as the skies opened up. Mmm, chili and pitas! The kids ate in their tents while we talked and grumbled around the fire. Apparently the water in my hair made me look like a MEC ad, Anelynda disagreed. Murdoch and I returned to 'our site' to asses the dry status of our tents post downpour. Mine was ok, Murdoch wasn't so lucky. It was a rough night of sleep on good old Canadian shield.

This was not fun.

Canoe partner: Can't remember
Distance Travelled: 15km (ish)
Put in time: ?
Take out time: ?
Dinner: Chili and pitas
Dessert: Cheesecake with blueberries from the top of Ishpatina
Weather: started out gorgeous, huge downpour at dusk then solid cloud

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Woodland Challenge crosses Temagami (Part II)

Day 4: August 8
Written from ishpatina: Ontario's highest peak (690m/2264ft)

I kept tossing and turning last night eager for the climb. Finally woke up just before 7 to the sun coming up and hitting my tent on the east side of the island. Fog covered most of the lake; a truly breath taking site. Our island alone in a sea of mist. Getting ready for the climb took FOREVER!! The chaos of the night before was evident while the clothesline showed the soaking wet clothes anxious to dry. I've never seen so many wet clothes and homeless socks. The lake looked spectaular as the sun burned the fog off.

Our island home.




The wind picked up and began to dry things while we had Bible study on the rock. Murdoch stood a few feet off shore and led us. Pretty cool. I caught a garter snake during the study and managed to hold onto it until the end without any of the kids noticing. We finally left our campsite around 11:30 and headed for the trail. It began in an area where a small forest fire had been, probably lit by a poorly planned campfire, crossed a beaver dam and a couple marshes. One of the marshes had walking sticks at one end for everyone to use as we scampered across logs only inches wide and barely above the water. We placed them on the other side and carried on the trail. The kids were exceptionally fast and the trees along the way HUGE. I kept pointing out the massive trees while Anelynda insistently pointed out every mushroom while trying to convince me 'saprobes' was a word for mushroom/fungi. Apparently it was the only thing she remembered from first year biology. Moose tracks were on the path right near the top and so was a sign saying not to climb the tower.... crappy. The view is alright, it's no Silver Peak. Our island sits all alone in the middle of Scarecrow Lake. We need a few voyaguers with some saws to go trim some trees around the edge. The vista is great but b/c we took so long leaving the site clouds rolled back in.... gah! Let us pick blueberries and swat blackflies like it's still May.

On top of Ishpatina!

We gathered a ton of firewood before paddling back to our island.

Canoe partner: Matthew Skinner
Distance Travelled: 2km of paddling
Put in time: -
Take out time: -
Dinner: Chicken pot why/Chicken pot cry/Chicken pot holy crap that's a lot of salt
Dessert: Tiger balls
Weather: started out gorgeous, solid cumulus clouds prevailed for most of the day

Day 5: August 9
Today is the tomorrow I worried about yesterday...

The book describes three options for exiting the Ishpatina region into the Sturgeon River. The first is via a 1.8km portage from Stull Lake which apparently goes through a swamp. Based on current high water level I thought this would be a bad idea as the swamp would be in full effect along with the bug population ruling this option out. The second was via a 3.5km ATV path exiting Hambone Lake. Ouch, pretty long. The third and most desirable was via Stull Creek which was 3km of liftovers and lining, especially in this high water... When purchasing our permits from the ranger's office Murdoch and I inquired regarding Stull Creek. A couple of rangers, obviously experienced, had done it the week before and it had taken them 2.5h and they had fully outfitted boats... uh oh. Not wanting to lose gear or someone to get hurt and because we didn't have painters on our boats we decided to do the insanely long portage down the ATV trail. Not wanting the kids to freak out I covertly rubbed out the 3.5km portage written in pencil off the map and we continued on the bus ride to the Montreal.

Because everyone likes to portage in this kind of weather...

Today I woke up to a disgusting mist. Clothes not taken off the line yesterday when they were somewhat dry were now soaked. Another breakfast of pancakes started the morning while packing up camp once again was a struggle. Finding where the food is in the barrels is crazy. I'm not too sure about this packing technique of breakfasts in one barrel, lunch in another and dinner in another. Murdoch just tells everyone what they're looking for is in Kea, regardless of what it is.
Master pancake cook.

There is a slippery rock near the water's edge that has claimed many, some multiple times. Anelynda taught the girls a new song while travelling to the mainland. We finally leave late and proceed through a swift to Woods Lake. While waiting up for a straggler Kim's water bottle fell overboard and sank! I really didn't think it would sink but I guess if a metal water bottle is completely full it's less dense than water. I just looked at it. There was no way I was going in for it. Anelynda willingly volunteered despite it feeling like 10degrees out. At the end of Woods Lake we passed into Little Scarecrow Creek which was beautiful but really shallow and full of nice rounded cobbles. We travelled down ducky style, possibly a little too close as I had to use my paddle as a brake and jam it into the rocks to slow us down. We then passed over an old logging bridge overwhich I managed to scrape an old nail pretty good but everyone else nicely glided over with a little instruction. Then onto Hambone. Here I pretended like I didn't know where we were, and initiated a gorp break, thinking I might be able to somehow justify going down Stull Creek. However after some gorp and scouting we landed and prepared for the beast of a portage.

Five hours later, after being passed by multiple trucks and trailers, we emerged at the mighty, or not so mighty Sturgeon River. It was not what I had expected, a very dark tea stained river, fed by fens in the north, surrounded by huge conifers and ferns. It really had a Jurassic Park feel to it. Anyways, if we hoped to find a campsite we had to get going. The moving water was tiny but a nice change from portaging! We emerged onto Paul Lake and we greeted it with the customary "Johnsonville Brats"to see how good the echo was. The echo turned out to be spectacular! The site and the lake, not so much. The kids quickly spread out and grabbed the first tent sites they could find and as per usual missed a total gem at the back of the site. It was deemed 'The Secret Garden' and was home to the leaders that night. Everyone was pretty disgusting after the portage and the guys and girls took turns paddling out to where it was deep enough to take dips. Murdoch and I went out when it was dark and were both scared, he kept thinking he was going to jump out of the boat and land on a dead head. The water was dark, really dark, and spooky.



Canoe partner: Jordan Lewis?
Distance Travelled: 14km?
Put in time: 10:30
Take out time: 8:00
Dinner: Black bean burritos made by the guys
Dessert: ?
Weather: started out as drizzle and cloud cover, ended clear

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Woodland Challenge crosses Temagami (Part I)

I didn't leave Tim Horton's on a whim, with no direction. I left with a mission, to go back to OPC and work at Woodland Challenge; a program I didn't get to do as a kid but was determined to own when I was able to one day staff it. I had talked to Murdoch part way through June and confirmed early July I was in for Woodland 2009. The staff line up sounded excellent and the route for the 10 day trip I would lead was totally left up to me. The choice was an easy one, a dream trip that I had planned three years ago crossing the far western regions of Temagami. The trip would prove to be everything I thought it could be and more.

Day 1: August 5
*taken from my trip journal (which only lasted until day 4)
Alright, we made it. After getting on the bus at 8 or 8:30 we finally arrived at the Montreal river around 4:30pm!!! That was after an approx. 50km detour past the bridge crossing the Montreal. The weather was ominous clouds but rain held off until after dinner and then it was only a sprinkly despite looking scary. At one point I was scrambling with the instructions of my new tent trying to figure out how to set it up before all my stuff got soaked. Step number 1: Be sure to practice setting up tent before taking it into the field. - gah The 14ish km paddle took until 7:30 and we were moving quite fast with the wing gently at our back for most of it. Lots of wildlife on the Montreal; herons, Bald Eagle (unconfirmed), loons, Megansers and ducks. We picked up firewood along the way and arrived to the beach site. Not exactly as imagined but still vast and with neighbours to the south. Smoothwater Lake is bigger than I had imagined. The hill around are HIGH with steep sides. Ishpatina is near. The group was tired and the leaders a bit edgey due to lack of sleep (Rob and Anelynda - 3 hours, Murdoch -0!). To bed and a sleep in is in order.

Canoe Partner: Kimberly Kawaja
Distance Travelled: 14km
Put in time: 16:30h (Montreal River)
Take out time: 19:30h (Smoothwater Lake)
Dinner: Chicken Fajitas
Dessert: Sleep
Weather: Scary clouds, slight drizzle

Day 2: August 6
written at 10:00h
Holy crap, I actually woke up to sun on my tent. A rare event in the summer of 2009.
A plane landed nearby and pulled up to our neighbours beach. Not sure but I think they got a food drop or possibly more people. The beach here is HUGE and I tried to set my tent up off in the forest but as it was just on the edge I still have sand in it. The sand is everywhere. I know better than to stay on a beach... This lake (Smoothwater) is beautiful! The water is super clear and the view across the lake, spectacular. Pancakes for breakfast... I hate making pancakes. The new MSR gravity filter has already saved a lot of pumping!

Campsite complete with banquet table and thrones. The kids were still scared of me at this point.

Today ended with a really long breakfast and then a move down the beach to the portage to Marina where a campsite awaited with banquet table, benches and two thrones made of cedar. Around 4 we finally we finally had camp set up and set off for Sunnywater Lake. A downpour greeted us as we began to cross Marina and everyone got soaded. 100m into the first portage and 5/7 of the campers decided to go back and Anelynda pulled the short straw meaning she had to go back with them. Murdoch and I carried on with Emma and Jordan who really wanted to go as well. After a 700m, 1000m (with a crazy canyon/drop), and 300m portage we made it to Sunnywater. The lake was exactly as described; crystal clear and gorgeous blue! Just watching your paddle cut through it was amazing. We brought a couple masks and could watch people wim forever. The bottom was sandy and the rocks looked like Chiniguchi. We could watch a white one drop in the water for over 20 seconds. We spent 2 hours there and headed back through downpours to the campsite where Anelynda was trying to keep the rising anarchy at bay. The lack of a fire seemed to be the stumbling block between the group and eating. We arrived at 9 and everyone was hungry. Dinner in the dark..... but hey, at least there wasn't sand everywhere.

Yes, it was THIS blue.

Canoe partner: Natalie Love
Distance Travelled: 4km of portaging
Put in time: -
Take out time: -
Dinner: Veggie stirfry ( Kim cut up enough veggies for an army, thanks!)
Dessert: Due to countless requests **cough**Natalie**cough** Lucky Charm Krispies
Weather: started out gorgeous, turned into a few big down pours and cloudy. Cleared up at night.

My paddle reflection.

Day 3: August 7
An absolute grinder. Our first encounter with portages and all our gear. Smoothwater Lake was a mirror as we paddled across this morning. The first 815m portage was killer. No one wanted to help and we as leaders took way more than our fair share. The next 1200m went a bit smoother thanks to Murdoch's 'what to carry list', that was except for the last algonquin pack he forgot to put on. Oh, and having the sweeper in the middle of the pack didn't help either. We then had a pita, meat and cheese lunch followed by a couple portages we could lunch box and then a couple short ( less than 160m) ones. We finally entered Scarecrow creek at 6:30 for the estimated 2.5h paddle.... eek! We made it out at 8:10, just as the sun was setting behind the ridge. The group in front of us had taken the campsite at the base of the hike to the summit so Addie and I booked it to the island site and LUCKILY no one was there. Dinner was again made in the dark (brutal) but the kids were pretty good. One tent was pitched on a massive boulder. You can always count on the kids to take the worst spots. Had a great time with Murdoch and Anelynda after the kids went to sleep. We can see the tower from our island. I'm really excited for tomorrow.

Scarecrow Creek!

Canoe partner: Addie Stewart (amazing in the bow on Scarecrow Creek)
Distance travelled: N/A, have to look up
Put in time: 10:00h
Take out time: 21:00h
Dinner: Pesto Pasta with sundried tomoatoes, yum
Dessert: Smores
Weather: sun and cloud, cool. cleared in the evening.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

When things go right..... Killarney (Session III)

Early July I was paired up with a good friend to lead an L4 group (16-17 year olds) through Killarney Provincial Park, the crown jewel of Ontario Parks. The weather proved to be totally unpredictable and thus we changed our plan and climbed Silver Peak a day early when we knew the weather was supposed to be nice. I can't remember seeing such unsettled skies for so long before.

TH doesn't take grills so cooking over a fire sucks when your campsite doesn't have one. Our guys managed to improvise this tripod, complete with a curved stick holding the pot on.

The plan was to climb on day 2 as opposed to day 3 meaning we had to haul it to make it up there by early afternoon. The first portage of the trip was an 830 and I lead the way with a barrel and a boat. Upon arriving at the other end I turned around to get more and on the way back was stopped b/c apparently we had portaged it in a single shot! The guys were packed out to the max and even soloed boats! What a change from the last boondoggle of a trip. The next portage would prove to take significantly longer as 2 guys went right instead of left on the portage trail and went 1.5km the wrong way. I ran back after taking my own stuff to the end and helped bring their stuff the now 2.5km to the right point. Upon departure we realized that we had left two paddles back at the beginning and the two 'leaders of the day' gladly volunteered to wade through a big stream to run back and find them. Apparently upon arrival back at the other end they ran into another TH group that wouldn't give the paddles back. Jamie (my co-leader) was livid. I on the other hand just saw it as two less things we had to carry. One was an extra and one was for the princess; so basically useless. Thanks Grizzly for taking those back for us. haha. Along the way to our campsite on David Lake we saw a big black bear wander out and take a swim before heading back to the forest.
This bear really wasn't that far from our campsite now that I think about it...

The hike to the top was uneventful but the view from the top was spectacular! The guys loved it and so did we. It looked like it might rain at a couple points on the way up but those clouds blew over by the time we got up.



Matt was a 'parachute' camper who had never been in a canoe before much less a canoe trip. However he loved every minute of it and was a blast to have around!

The next day we sat around the campsite in the drizzle and basked in our decision to climb a day early. The rest of the trip went super smoothly as these guys knew their stuff and made things happen. Definitely in the top 3 groups I've ever had on trip!! Thanks guys!

More Highlights
  • inventing and playing 'Rockball' for 3 hours
  • Scoring site 66 at 9:30 am and hoisting our pirate flag
  • crazy rain pulling the tarp down
  • the annoying snapping turtle that wouldn't go away
  • blueberry cheesecake
  • talking movies
  • Tanner's opinion on everything
  • 'Jordan'
  • paddling in the POURING rain
  • wearing a toque in mid july
  • boatloads of drift wood
  • sunset campfire overlooking silver peak

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Marley, Maggie and Me

In the spring our dog Maggie got really sick suddenly and I had to put her down on my way up to work at camp. It really sucked, she was awesome and we had hung out together all year. During the summer while I was at camp my parents got a new dog and came up with the very original name of Marley (they both claim they didn't know about the book or the movie, I'm skeptical). While not super fond of the name I really like the dog so far. She's lots of fun and really cute.



Marley

Friday, August 28, 2009

Woodland?!

This blog has been at the end of a very long list of things to do. However, a shout out was requested so with no further ado I would like to say hello to the Woodland Challenge Crew. More on my summer in a week or so. It was an excellent one! God was good!


Oh and guys, thanks for the message! I think I could make out about 4 words. Love it!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

When things go wrong... Algonquin South

My first actual trip with campers while working at Tim Hortons this summer was in Algonquin Park. I, along with a co-leader (who happens to be a friend from grade school that I hadn't seen in years) lead a group on a 6 day trip through a southern route. It would prove to be an absolute 'grinder' and push us both physically and mentally as we dealt with 6 kids who turned out to be mediocre at best...
Doug, we go way back to grade 4.

The trip had multiple 'incidents' or turning points if you will, where the true colours of the kids would be revealed. They could talk the talk but when push came to shove they often left Doug and I high and dry with 2 more canoes to carry across.

The plan for this trip hatched while Doug and I looked over the map a couple days before leaving. We opted for, and got approved, a small detour that would help us avoid a 2.4km portage and hopefully show us a part of the park neither of us had seen before; the mighty Tim River. Everything went relatively smoothly until day three, which was our huge day, when we hit the first 1.5km portage into the Tim. This portage would show us what to expect of these future 'leaders' over the next 3 days. The trail was admittedly tough with multiple large hills. However, when all was said and done Doug and I ended up bringing all the boats and half the packs. Upon arrival on the 10 foot wide Tim River there was a kid (15 year old) who was crying b/c he wanted to go home while the rest of the crowd sat dejected and unwilling to help unless if it was to comment on the amount of bugs. Doug and I set out to set up lunch but upon opening the food bag (b/c I wasn't allowed to bring my extra barrel) we realized the jam had exploded. The kids spent the next 10 minutes cleaning that up and lunch consisted of pepperettes and cinnamon toast crunch (more like powder at this point). Anyways, if I continue with this sort of detail the post will be a book but things continued to go wrong that day as our second and last water pump broke while on the Tim, a river the wind doesn't reach. As dehydration set in we finished 4 more portages (all over 400m) and made it to our site on Misty Lake just as the sun was setting.

The view from our campsite on Misty Lake. Those are three of our boats paddling away.

Ya, we got really close.

More high/lowlights from the trip:
  • Mud everywhere
  • Moose, really close
  • 'leaders' of the day absolutely losing their temper and storming off
  • 'leaders' of the day eating first and not telling anyone they had made food
  • breaking a paddle in a mad scramble during a downpour
  • leaving said paddle on the portage trail complete with Tim Hortons Children Foundation sticker on blade
  • having a hissy fit when told we had to go back 2 portages to get the paddle
  • zero initiative
  • running out of chlorine tablets and having to boil water for consumption
  • racing 'weekend warriors' for campsites
  • unlimited firewood site!
  • dropping cutlery off the drop off into the lake but not volunteering to get it
  • CRAZY amounts of mosquitoes (I mean if you were tied to a tree for 2 minutes not able to swat you would tell people anything they wanted to know)
  • skipping lunch everyday
  • straight up portages
  • catching my first Trout
  • Doug getting bit in the foot by something that made it turn into a 'Fred Flinstone foot'
An incriminating photo on the Tim River.

To top off this great experience Doug and I almost got fired the day after getting back when the administration saw that we, nor the kids were wearing lifejackets on the Tim River. After being separated and both giving the same lengthy story about equipment malfunctions and conditions we were let off with a stern warning. Look at the river, you can stand up in it, practically touch both sides at the same time, it was hot as hell, no wind, our pumps were broken, we had a fixed number of chlorine tablets and no time to stop to boil water AND make it to our site. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. After this I decided to quit and go back to Pioneer Camp, the promised land.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Massassauga - Early June

My camera that accompanied me through all my travels last year bit the biscuit a while ago after about 10000 pictures. It was sad but not unexpected, it had looked pretty sad for a while. I purchased a new one last month and here are some of the pictures I snapped.

Massassauga

About a month ago I went on a second staff trip. This time the destination was Massassauga Provincial Park near Parry Sound. The weather was spectacular and there was lots to do and see.


Two groups went to the park so we met up for a day and paddled to Wreck Island where we encountered fresh bear tracks. Knowing that you're on a tiny island with a hungry bear is a little disconcerting but betting that your not the slowest runner is reassuring. Haha.

The view from Wreck Island.

I've never seen so many snakes. Unfortunately I missed the rattler that the rest of the group got to see but no worries. The bug situation was much improved compared to Killarney a few weeks before. The dragonflies were out in full force and we watched one hatch at one of our campsites. Click on the picture below to see it come out of it's exoskeleton. Now this is a transformer. Wow!

Dragonfly hatching.

The same campsite was crawling with Skinks - cool.

Great sunsets!

Hey, a Spotted Turtle. A species at risk. This little guy scurried into a little puddle when he saw us coming.

We found out who had won the Stanley Cup from a bunch of guys paddling by. The same group we had to later kick off a campsite that we had reserved for that night... Awkward... Great site though to conclude a great trip!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Summer of .... well, we'll see I guess


So over a month ago I started a job working as a canoe tripping guide (yes, again) with Tim Horton Memorial Camp in Parry Sound. We started off by getting our certification as Wilderness First Responders. This was a crazy 80 hour course we did in 8 days. By the end of it we were resetting bones, giving injections and calling in helicopters and stuff. Ya, intense!

After that was over we did some other mundane 'precamp' stuff before leaving on our first of 2 staff training trips. I was put on a trip to cover the route we will later do with campers through Killarney Provincial Park including the climbing of Silver Peak. The weather was anything but co-operative raining every day and evening ending in a few flurries on the last day of the trip. Yes, flurries on May 31st. ... The scenery was alright but with the gray skies and imminent clouds that never seemed to go away my next trip Killarney can only be better. We did however see a lot of wildlife which must be attributed to the spring season. In total we saw 3 bears (1 on our campsite), 2 moose (+1 dead one), 2 otters and the abundant beavers and otters.

This was basically my uniform for 6 days... yuck. Grey skies didn't clear up....

The view from Silver Peak.

The sun! It quickly disappeared.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Just a thought

USB keys, memory sticks or whatever you want to call them are a bit of a mystery to me. Not in how they store all that information in such a small space but more from an economic standpoint. I mean, by the time you get around to researching, developing and actually producing theses things, they are obsolete. You start selling them for $1000 and within 18 months you can't give them away. No one is stupid enough to pay the ridiculous original price tag (if you have a brain). So when are you making money? After the initial 5 second euphoria of being the coolest thing out there with the most storage capacity you pretty much are stuck with a seemingly endless supply. This is when you start including them with toothbrushes and put them in cereal boxes...

This brings me back to the original question: How are companies making money off of these things?


This dilemma reminds me of the 93 dollars I paid for a 512mb 'stick' in 2003 but most importantly of the folding chair fiasco of the late nineties...

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

The light at the end of the tunnel...

The TSX 300 over a 10 year period


This morning on the radio they were quoting someone within the financial sector as saying, "The light at the end of the tunnel is a train ready to hit us at 100 mph.". How encouraging... I'm glad I blew all my money before the bottom dropped out of the stock market. However, now making that back is nearly impossible.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I watched it, you probably watched it, the world definitely watched it

I can guarantee that the ratings for this event will blow the Lost premier and superbowl out of the water. The metamorphosis from President-elect to President Barack Hussein Obama was mesmerizing. It was incredible to see that many people in one place to witness such a historic event. I couldn't get over the sheer mass of people. Some standing for hours to save their spot to see a man who has inspired so many to achieve so much.

My estimation is that 1,874,924 people attended.



I thought it was awesome how he stumbled during the actual oath. Under those sort of circumstances how many words would you really be able to remember? And the speech that followed; incredible. I've highlighted a few of my favourite parts in red.

Text of the inaugural address of U.S. President Barack Obama, sent in advance of delivery on Jan. 20, 2009:

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and co-operation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labour, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and travelled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun, and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favours only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defence, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater co-operation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the spectre of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defence, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honour them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men, and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have travelled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"'Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].'"

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

~

What a sidekick to pick too. Look at Vice President Biden. I've never seen him stop smiling. Usually politicians look stressed/angry. Meanwhile Joe looks like it's the last minute of work before he heads on a long vacation. What a guy.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

LOST is back!

Who else out there has been waiting in eager anticipation for the season premier of LOST?! That show is totally a love/hate relationship. They never seem to tie up loose ends but instead distract you with new plot twists and turns. I can't wait to see what happens if they actually make it back to the island.

Premiers Wednesday, January 21



This trailer is awesome!