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!

Thursday, January 08, 2009

X-men Origins: Wolverine

I CAN NOT WAIT for this movie to come out. Could it topple Back To The Future as the best movie ever? After watching this trailer a few times I think it could be close.

Released May 1, 2009




When I was in Queenstown, NZ last year they were filming this movie. They used the local hockey rink for some sets and amongst other things I saw a few hummers getting stripped down and then come back all blown up and sit in the parking lot. Hugh Jackman, aka the sexiest man on earth and I were both members at the same gym in Queenstown which is tiny. Be impressed. Somehow he got ridiculously jacked and I didn't though. Regardless, this movie is going to be awesome.

Sidenote: Embedding that trailer was a total pain in the ass but making the image before the movie plays was fun and cool to figure out how to put in.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tahuna Breaks

The header for this website was inspired by New Zealand band "Tahuna Breaks". I got hooked on them at the gym in Queenstown. Great band. Here's a song.


Friday, November 28, 2008

Only in America

Only in America would you have a reaction like this.



Full-size cardboard figure causes New Jersey bank standoff

Published: Friday, November 28, 2008 | 4:32 AM ET

MONTGOMERY TOWNSHIP, N.J. - A standoff at a New Jersey bank is over after police learned a "person" seen inside was actually a full-size cardboard figure.

Officers went to the PNC Bank in Montgomery Township on Thursday night after an alarm went off. They saw what they thought was at least one person through the windows of the bank, which had its blinds drawn.

The area was sealed off and three nearby apartment buildings were evacuated as a precaution. Meanwhile, authorities used bullhorns and made telephone calls in a bid to make contact with whoever might be in the bank.

After repeatedly failing to get a response, a SWAT team entered the building and discovered the cardboard figure.

It was not immediately clear what set off the bank alarm.




They didn't think it odd that the person never moved? I wonder if it was a McCain cutout?

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Only in Mexico

Read this first.

Three tigers escape from a circus truck in western Mexico

By The Associated Press (November 6, 2008)

MEXICO CITY - Authorities says three tigers that had escaped from a Mexican circus truck were recaptured after police distracted them by throwing them chickens.

The local newspaper Cambio de Michoacan says the escaped felines holed up in house in the western city of Zitacuaro. When the tigers started breaking down the home's fence, police lobbed them chickens to eat until a dogcatcher and the animals' trainer arrived.

An officer at the state police office in Zitacuaro says the tigers were loose for less than an hour.

The big cats were recaptured and taken to a local police station where they were held until their owner agreed to pay for the chickens and damage to the fence.


This little story raises a few questions in my mind, quite possibly in yours aswell.

Question 1: Was the truck moving when the tigers got out?

Question 2: Why did they bring in a 'dog catcher'? Tigers are cats. Couldn't't they just have held up a flaming hoop?

Question 3: Are these the 'dog catchers'?

Question 4: What goes into a selection of a house when you're a tiger?

Question 5: Is a police station really where you want to hold tigers?

Question 6: The only thing the owner was liable for was paying for the chickens and fence?

Monday, September 29, 2008

Of weddings and windmills

This past weekend I headed up north to Sarah's brother's wedding. It was in beautiful Bruce County. The 300km journey was well worth it as the wedding took place on the beach at Inverhuron Provincial Park. The weather on the way up was drizzle and pretty crappy but as I got closer things began to turn around.

The beach, complete with a boardwalk aisle.

Ferris coming down to meet her parents.

Making it legal.

Ok, so for years I've heard about the windmills they've been putting up there. I've heard a few bad things but mostly good. A couple years ago I saw a few blades for these badboys heading down the highway and had a post with picture commenting on their size. Well I'm here again to report on how massive they are. Wings are 130ft long each! They overwhelm the landscape and I couldn't take my eyes off them. So incredible.


Dominating the landscape.

That is my car parked at the base of one. I'll take one windmill please and make it xtra large.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Temagami River Rerun

All summer long we`ve been trying to find people who want to be trippers next year so during 5th session we took these people out on a bit of a training run down the Temagami River. Remember, a few weeks before this I had attempted to do this river with a bunch of LIT`s and it was.... well, an interesting ending. This time however Luke (my fellow instructor) and I had more confidence that we would actually complete the entire river and end up in River Valley in the four days. It had been a week since I had gotten my appendix out and wasn`t allowed to lift anything however we still decided to take 4 boats for the 6 people in our group. We would switch up who was soloing as to build skills faster.


Sunscreen time at Central Access point on Lake Temagami.



Luke overlooking an old dam on a tiny lake we hiked to.

Here is the boat that is pinned at the top of a big set. Look out for strainers like this. We went around it; river left.

We all took turns soloing on flat and moving water and I was pleasantly surprised to find that it came back to me after a few years off. Here I am popping out after taking a 2m ledge.

Trevor with a huge cross bow draw. Jamie is loving it.

Part of Island Falls. We took the road less travelled here and took the west side which had a portage 6 inches wide down a cliff face. I didn`t mind it too much though, I still couldn`t carry anything.

Trevor and Jamie at the top of the cliff with the canoe.

Ragged Chute. Jen and Trevor trying to ferry across a little to close to the waterfall. They kissed it once but survived.

In the eddy at the bottom we found what had been a nice cedar strip canoe that was pretty mangled. Luke and I cut it into a few pieces and paddled it out the next day through 3 sets of rapids. I want to make it into a bookshelf.

Overall the trip was amazing! The guys and Jen learned a lot and by the last day could scout rapids and properly run them amongst other things. The water was at spring levels but warm, the weather was hot and sunny, there weren`t any bugs to speak of, the fishing was great and the wind was at our back. An ideal trip for sure!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Rob - 1 The Appendix - 0

It all began on Monday afternoon. I remembered a basket of peaches in my car the my mom had given me the day before. Throughout the course of the afternoon I ate about 6 in rapid succession. Later on that evening while at AC eating pizza I noted that my stomach hurt. I blamed it on the peaches and continued to mow down on the 'za. Before going to bed I had a popsicle (a great diet I have here, I know) while noting that my stomach still hurt. Not really thinking much of it I went to bed and turned down an early run when it still hurt in the morning. After a bowl of Rice Krispies I headed to AC to get some pepto from the nurse and had to mill about as they finished their meal. Anyways, a couple hours later I could be found lying in the floor in my room writhing in pain. The pain reminded me of food poisioning but it couldn't be that b/c it was too high, in my stomach as opposed to my gut. I asked Morgan to find the doctor. After driving over to Boys' Camp it started to get really bad and after some poking by the nurse and doctor they thought it was my appendix. The pain was reaching excruciating so I got a shot of demoral (or whatever it was) and headed to the hospital. A day later I'm back at camp minus the appendix and feeling alot better.

sorry, no pictures, I didn't think of bringing my camera until I was at the hospital. it would've been cool though, trust.

oh, i get the bottom bunk now too. score!

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Temagami River Debacle

On Friday night I rushed up north from being in the city for a couple days to lead a 4 day LIT trip down the Temagami River.

Day 1
8:30am - Leave camp
12:00pm - Put in at central access on Lake Temagami
2:30 - First portage (50m)
5:00pm - Make camp on Cross Lake. Chris (one of the leaders) appears to have pink eye

Day 2
6:50am - Wake up. Chris wakes up and one eye is swollen shut, the other eye doesn't look good.
8:10am - leave site

An eagle's nest.

10:15am - after paddling over 10km we reach the dam at the top of the Temagami River
10:45am - I give a lesson on basic white water paddling just below the dam. A group from Camp Kandalore is nipping at our heels.
12:00pm - Finally leave the end of the portage after throwing our stuff in the empty boats that we were running but can't get started on the next set of rapids due to a group in front of us. Kandalore is also held up.
12:15pm - I'm going crazy and have to eat. lunch
1:00pm - Pull up to the next rapid "keel hauler" and I head off to scout it. There is a full sized motor boat with steering wheel and everything pinned in the middle of the river at the top set. You can tell people have tried to get it out with wires and stuff but no dice. This is a very long (600m) set of 3 ClassII-III rapids. The water is big but runnable so Chris (one of the leaders) and I run 4 empty boats down improving every time.
2:30pm - Pull up to the next set "short and sweet", Class II. I scout it and remember that I ran it last year fully loaded with campers with no problems so we try it again. My boat, fully loaded with the wannigan and food barrel takes on A LOT of water and we almost tip but luckily make it to shore and can bail it out. The next boat comes down while we watch from the side and they fail to make it far enough to the right and tip. Barrels of stuff, day pack, paddles, etc. are floating down stream. Nyssa (the other leader) and Carrie make it to the shore while their boat is pinned. They can't pop it out and I tell everyone to start portaging gear. I run up shore, jump in the river and let it bring me downstream to the other side to pop the boat out. A couple of guys run down stream to ferry around in the current and grab all the gear that is floating away. This portage took forever b/c of driftwood at the end of the path.
Chris and Sarah coming down 'Short and Sweet'.

4:00pm - We pull up to Heron's Leg rapid (Class II - III) with Kandalore right behind us as they had better luck on the last set running it fully loaded. We portage all the stuff after I scout it and remember that the end of this one is really technical. Myself and 5 eager LIT's agree to begin running the boats after scouting it together. Kandalore passes us. The top section of this set is big but a straight shot into a calmer pool. An island in the middle splits the river in two, one way is inpassable while the other offers a 1.5m drop. Kandalore ran it and we're confident we can too. Katie and I are the first to take the plunge. It gives one big wave after the initial drop but nothing we can't empty out on the side. The other two canoes make it as well but take on a lot of water. Katie and I head for the technical bottom section. This section has a big staircase and at the bottom a huge rock that you have to go left around really quickly. We make it down but kiss the rock along the way. Dave and Anthony aren't as fortunate and get sucked to the right of the rock down the bigger section of water. It isn't pretty but they make it out bumped and bruised while Katie and I gather their paddles and help them with the boat. I hadn't realized how tough this section was until I did it and didn't have enough time to warn the others. Poor planning on my part. Here comes John and Robyn... They nail the rock and flip, their boat pushed up on the small island behind it along with them. They push it back into the current and are able to make it back to shore. Turns out John got sliced by the canoe after falling out on his lower back and is going to need stitches... This section took forever with all the portaging, running, flipping and rescuing.
7:45pm - I have called camp via the sattelite phone and arranged for someone to come and pick John and Chris up at a spot about 13km away. It's going to be a LONG night for them. It will be good to have Chris go to the hospital too though as his eyes aren't looking so good.
8:45pm - We've hit the last 2 sets of rapids (CI, CII) and the stars are coming out.
9:00pm - We have at least 3 km of paddling before we come to a site that I know of so I offer to "eek out an existance" in a tiny, sloping clearing. This proposal is unanimously voted down. I pray that something good can come of this.
9:10pm - We pass Kandalore who's site (if you want to call it that) is tiny at best.
9:20pm - I offer to go as at a fishing camp if we can camp on the lawn. This motion is unamiously passed so I timidly head up to the only cabin with the lights on and ask. The French Canadian guy that I meet takes me to see the owner who actually isn't there so he offers to guide us by motor boat to a campsite he knows is empty. We have no lights on our canoes and it is now dark so I gratefully accept. Along the way he meets his friend who takes the front of the pack while he guides the back of our 6 pack of canoes. We are entertained by country music and "row, row, row your boat" in a french accent. We are led to an awesome campsite lit up by a flashlight from the baot. I ask if they would be so kind to drive Chris and John out (now about 10km) to Loon Bay to the evacuation point. They agree but one of the guys has to drop off his wife.
10:15pm - We begin to set up camp and about 20min later our friends return and are off with John (who by this point can't paddle due to the 2 inch gash in his back) and Chris (who is destined to wake up with 2 swollen eyes).
11:15pm - Nyssa and I decide to cut the trip short and pull out at Loon Bay as well in two days time, thereby I decide to sleep outside on a rock and look at the stars (horrible idea).

Sleeping outside did let me see the sunrise which was really nice.

Day 3
9:00am - wake up followed by a bedhead breakfast of pancakes
1:00pm - leisurely paddle for 3km to have lunch
4:00pm - open our gigantic bag of candy and eat gelatin candy until our stomachs hurt

Dinner scene

10:00pm - head to bed with a stomach full of garlic bread and pasta

Day 4
7:00am - wake up
9:00am - leave site
10:15am - we take a big detour our way to the pick up point courtesy of an LIT's navigation
12:15pm
- we meet the bus at Loon Bay. Hooray!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Latest and Greatest

Last week I had the good fortune of taking out a 3 day trip with a group of 12 year olds to Algonquin Park. We had a good time even though the weather tried to put a damper on things every chance it got.
The rain stopped of course as soon as I got the tarp set up. From left to right this is: Jordan, Mike, Jackson, Bennett "Cypher" (an LIT who was in my small group), James, Ned, Alex, Simon and Jeremy "Omni".

After 4 portages of various lengths that all seem to take too long we got to our destination. While scoping out a campsite Simon and I ran into a cow Moose and a calf. The calf was on the other side of a small bay and began to swim towards us and the mom but promptly turned away when the mom told it to. Unfortunately at the last portage my camera got put in another canoe.... crap. A beautiful sunset followed the evening rain.


I noticed as soon as we entered the lake that something was up. The water was way too high, like almost 3 feet too high and it was beginning to kill a bunch of trees around the perimeter of the lake.

Here we are paddling through "the forest" because the water was so high.

I took a glance at the map the next day and we went to find the problem... This is the before picture.

This is about a half hour later.

Team demolition walking on water.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

LIT - wrap up

A week ago, LIT wrapped up in a formal sense as half the kids went off to one of the three sites around the lake and the other half went home to return for their practicum in a couple weeks. Overall the entire LIT experience was amazing. It was truly great to involved with something at Pioneer that wasn't the same old boys' camp experience. As I was a small group leader I got to know the 7 LIT's in my group really well and was privileged to help them grow both in leadership and their walk with the Lord.

This is my small/large group of LIT's that I got to mentor. This was the day that we led program. The theme was Super Mario.

This is the group that were on my trip. However this picture was taken a couple weeks post trip, hence the cleaned up looks everyone is sporting.



Wow, being involved in this program which meant so much to me when I was 16 was truly an honour that I'll never forget. Maybe one day I'll be back to do it again.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

LIT to me

Over a week ago I started working at the LIT program at Pioneer. After a few really fun days of precamp and getting to know all the other staff the kids arrived on Thursday. I have 3 guys and 4 girls in my "small group" going into grade 11 or 12. The object of this program is to help transform these people from campers to staff by building their leadership skills and faith over the next 2 weeks This is then followed by a 2 week practicum at one of the 3 main sites around the lake. To get everyone working together right off the bat they are thrown on a canoe trip a day and a half after arriving. On this trip they are challenged through bible studies, personal devotions and opportunities to lead the group in navigation, camp building, etc., thus building a tight community.

So, on Saturday morning we headed up north to Temagami on our adventure. We put in on the northern part of the lake and then headed over to Diamond Lake, up to Lady Evelyn Smoothwater Lake and out at Mowat Landing (about 150km north of Huntsville). The trip was awesome and some highlights were: really awesome campsites, sailing in big wind, people having to jump in to save stuff floating away in the big wind, our pirate flag, sandy beaches, improv night, evening program, playing 20 questions.

Fishing with Maple Mountain in the background.


Sunset over Maple Mountain.

Matt and Jess on the first day.

Emma stirring some pasta sauce in the wind shelter of a pine tree.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Back At It

I got up here a week and a half ago and have been having a great time seeing old friends, swimming, going to worship and teachings and just hanging around. The new tripping building is still in process and we're really under the gun as we send out our biggest group of the summer in a week. So far we've just been fixing some boats as our stuff is spread all over camp and we have no space to work in. Hopefully the interior of the building is going to come together over the next couple of days or we're pretty much screwed.

here's a monster large-mouth bass that I caught

inside a chalet

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

North

Hey, this blog is back. I'm heading back up north for another summer at Pioneer Camp. I'll put up a post when something exciting happens.