Bear Chow
07-28-2011, 10:39 AM
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Back from a wonderful adventure, with lakes, rivers and rapids and we never saw another person, boat, house or even a plane. Four adults and 8 scouts ventured north, all the way up to the arctic waterway of Quebec. We began our journey by taking a train ride. We traveled for an hour and came to a stop in the middle of the tracks. The lady on the train pointed towards some heavily wooded area and said, "the lake is that way." So we unloaded our gear and hauled it down to the lake.
With map and compass in hand, we loaded the gear donned our life vests and sprinted across the first of many lakes. Several of the lakes where just immense and seemed to go on and on. While, others where 35 strokes of a paddle and we where there. Portaging between lakes may seem like an easy thing, but canoes and gear get heavy especially after the 3rd, 4th or 7th time that day. But we bucked up and drove on. Each portage established its own challenges, some where just finding the correct trail, others had distances as much as a kilometer at times, and still others where so much over growth had just consumed any pathways it was hard to navigate.
We covered 81 kilometers in 6 days of canoeing. Not a great number but we had to consider our group abilities and honestly it was right at our limit. We embraced the bountiful beauty of being isolated and free. We packed out everything we packed in and saw a part of nature most people never will. I am very proud of the boys as they championed each situation and with those efforts have new fond memories of a childhood filled with adventure.
Fat man in the blue shirt is me at the camp site. My son is in the yellow shirt in the group picture.
http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/red90yj/Missinaibi/
Back from a wonderful adventure, with lakes, rivers and rapids and we never saw another person, boat, house or even a plane. Four adults and 8 scouts ventured north, all the way up to the arctic waterway of Quebec. We began our journey by taking a train ride. We traveled for an hour and came to a stop in the middle of the tracks. The lady on the train pointed towards some heavily wooded area and said, "the lake is that way." So we unloaded our gear and hauled it down to the lake.
With map and compass in hand, we loaded the gear donned our life vests and sprinted across the first of many lakes. Several of the lakes where just immense and seemed to go on and on. While, others where 35 strokes of a paddle and we where there. Portaging between lakes may seem like an easy thing, but canoes and gear get heavy especially after the 3rd, 4th or 7th time that day. But we bucked up and drove on. Each portage established its own challenges, some where just finding the correct trail, others had distances as much as a kilometer at times, and still others where so much over growth had just consumed any pathways it was hard to navigate.
We covered 81 kilometers in 6 days of canoeing. Not a great number but we had to consider our group abilities and honestly it was right at our limit. We embraced the bountiful beauty of being isolated and free. We packed out everything we packed in and saw a part of nature most people never will. I am very proud of the boys as they championed each situation and with those efforts have new fond memories of a childhood filled with adventure.
Fat man in the blue shirt is me at the camp site. My son is in the yellow shirt in the group picture.
http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/red90yj/Missinaibi/