Trip Log: Awenda Provincial Park - August 1-3, 2018

The kids had been complaining that we hadn't been out in the Boler in a while, so I did a bit of searching and booked us a couple of nights at Awenda Provincial Park.  We had never been there, and it looked promising for hiking, swimming and photography.

Packing up the Boler doesn't take too long, and we were pulling out of the yard at around 1pm. We figured there was no real rush since the park was mostly full, and whoever was on the site we booked wouldn't have to leave until 2.  Since we'd had to sit around and wait for people to leave the site before, we decided to take our time.  This was great as we didn't have to come back home after 2 minutes of driving for something we had forgot to pack.

Everything was so green

Getting to Awenda from our house was about an hour and a half, maybe two hours.  For the most part, it's pretty easy driving for towing, not many big hills, and very little time on any major highways.  We arrived, got our permit and made it to our site without any fuss.  It was sprinkling a bit as we set the screen tent up, and both picnic tables were wet from previous rain.  We pulled one into the screen tent, pulled our camp chairs out and then Chris and Bubbie headed back to the office to get ice for the big orange water cooler, and some firewood.

While they were gone, I got started on dinner.  The plan had been to have mac and cheese for lunch, but it was close to dinner so we opted to skip it and move on to Sloppy Joes and salad.  I was supposed to have made the sloppy joes up the night before so we could just reheat it, but I ran out of time.  Instead, I brought all the ingredients, and hoped like heck I hadn't forgotten anything.  I cut up the onion and celery, then set up the stove...and realized the lighter was in the car.  There wasn't anything else I could do until Chris got back and boy did it feel like they were taking a long time!

Turned out, they went to check out the beach, which is where they saw the sign warning that there was a lot of poison ivy in the park.  We quickly realized Biscuit had run through a big patch on our earlier walk to the comfort station, and we spent the whole night (and most of the trip) worrying he would rub against one of us and we would have a reaction.  I should mention both Chris and I grew up in Haliburton where we tromped through the bush on a nearly daily basis and neither of us has ever had a poison ivy reaction.   Either we were just lucky all those years or we aren't allergic.

Sloppy Joes...sort of

With the rest of my utensils and food back, I went on with dinner preparations.  I got Chris to open the can of lentils and drain it.  When I went to add it to the pan, I saw the can was less than half full!  What the heck?  I've never had a can of lentils or beans contain so little lentils or beans!  At first I thought Chris had accidentally drained most of the can into the slop bucket.  It was a valid concern.  He's well known in the family for draining a pot of spaghetti into the sink...and losing have the spaghetti. But I checked and there wasn't even a single lentil in the bucket!

Our Sloppy Joes were looking very saucy and not in a good way.  There was no way it would be filling enough for four people now.  Desperate, I opened a can of sliced potatoes I had planned to make for our second breakfast (we still had 2 but the kids really like fried potatoes so I brought lots) and added it in.  It didn't alter the taste all that much, and helped to make the meal more filling.  We had garlic bread and salad with it.  There was just enough left for Biscuit to have a bit on top of his kibble (since he won't eat kibble when we are camping without a little of whatever we are having mixed in.)

Usually, when we Boler camp, we end up buying a few cases of canned lemonade or some other kind of pop.  We had a partial case, but rather than buy more, I brought four lemons and four limes.  With the big water cooler, we had lots of what the kids call "Sprite Water." This was a much healthier option, with far less to clean up afterwards.

While dinner cooked, Chris and Bubbie pulled out the ukulele's and played a few songs.  

On his trip to get wood and ice, Chris had grabbed a bag of marshmallows and some jiffy pop, but since the picnic tables were still wet, we opted not to have a fire that night.  Instead, we all headed down to the beach to take some pictures.

Sunset on Georgian Bay

The trails around the beach were loaded with poison ivy, and Biscuit has a serious obsession with it.  He makes a beeline for it every time.  We watched the sunset, explored a little, then went back to our site and made sure everything was locked away for the night, then headed to bed.

I had to get up a few times in the night to go to the bathroom.  It was super quiet and calm in the park.  The walk to the comfort station felt pretty long, and with so much tree canopy, it was really dark.  Usually this freaks me out, but for some reason I was pretty calm about it this time.  I had turned on a flashlight hanging in the screen tent to help me find our campsite on my way back.  My little flashlight I carry with me isn't very good, so it was nice to have a point of reference.

poison ivy at the parking area

Biscuit wanted out shortly after the sun came up, then we went back to bed until about 8.  It looked like it was going to be a nice day.

We made hot chocolate and coffee, then a starter of strawberry Pop Tarts, before making pancakes, then the kids broke out the GORP again.  Before we left, Chris and I made a trip to the Bulk Barn and loaded up on GORP stuff.  I brought us each a Ziplock bag so we could make up our own mixes.  Chris pretty much just makes himself a big bag of raisons and peanuts.  He probably would have added Craisons but I forgot to bring some from home.

With the poison ivy issue, we weren't sure what to do with our day.  We had wanted to do some of the hiking trails, but with Biscuit's love affair with that plant, we didn't want to spend the whole time dragging him out of it.  Instead, we opted to go to the beach.  Chris and Squatch would swim and Bubbie and I would walk with the dog and try and take some pictures.  In theory it was a good idea, in practice not so much.  We let the boys get out of sight before we let the dog out of the car, but it didn't matter.  He knew which direction they had gone and tried to drag me that way.

Beautiful day on Georgian Bay

Even though they hadn't planned to be gone long, it felt like forever.  We tried walking Biscuit the other way, but the parking lot was getting busy and every time a car came through, we had to hug the edge of the lot, which was over flowing with poison ivy.  It was also hot and muggy and every place shady had more poison ivy, so there wasn't really anywhere for us to stand to stay cool.  Finally, I sent Bubbie down to get the boys.  They would have been done soon anyway.

We ended up walking down towards the dog beach to see if we could get the dog cooled down.  The trails were busy and he either tried to jump on people or tried to run through poison ivy.  It was not a fun time.  Once we got to a quiet part of the beach, we were able to relax and got him into the water enough to cool off.

Rain coming over Georgian Bay

Once back at camp, we made up the mac and cheese we should have had the day before, and relaxed. The boys played Viking Chess for a while, then Chris took the kids to the park store to get ice cream. It started to rain a bit, and looked like a storm might be blowing in, so we quickly cleaned up the site and headed back to the beach, hoping to see Georgian Bay with big angry waves, but it was actually pretty calm.  We could see rain falling in the distance, in two directions.  We hung out a bit, hoping to see the rain come closer, but eventually we headed back to camp and started making dinner, which was spaghetti.

After dinner, Chris got  a good fire going and the kids toasted some marshmallows.  We sat around for a while before breaking out the Jiffy Pop, then the kids headed into bed.  Bubbie was pretty tired, but Squatch decided to read to her from the book Chris had brought, a book about conspiracy theories.  Chris had been reading it earlier, and Squatch was peeking out the window of the Boler, reading over his shoulder.

Chris and I stayed out until the fire was almost out, then headed to bed and read a bit of our own books (he'd brought a second book - Against All Odds by P. J. Naworynski.  It's about the Canadian Olympic Hockey team in 1948.)

Our screen tent has seen better days

It wasn't as hot that night.  We still didn't really need the blankets, except to protect us from the dog's nose, but he mostly slept on the floor until it got light outside.  Surprisingly, I didn't have to get up to go to the comfort station in the night, and Biscuit didn't wake us up at dawn to go outside.  We all ended up getting up around 8 again, and had coffee and hot chocolate, then Pop Tarts and potato and pepper hash.  We had also brought some vegan bacon to try out but it wasn't very good.  I've heard rave reviews about some types but I'm guessing this wasn't one of them.  Chris gave some to Biscuit, which we all cursed him for on the way home.

 Everything was wet, and because the tree canopy keeps everything shaded, it didn't really dry off much.  We started packing up, but with the Boler it really doesn't take very long.  Since it was the Friday of the August long weekend, we figured it would be best to head out early before the roads became a nightmare of congestion.

The drive home took longer than the drive there.  The roads were already busy, and a good portion of those people were towing trailers.  We finished off all the trail mix on the drive and made it home by 2pm.

Final thoughts on Awenda Provincial Park?  I'll be writing a park review, but it's a lovely place.  The sites are well space, designed to make it easy to back trailers in, and the beach is beautiful.  If we hadn't had Biscuit, we could have checked out the trails, so I can't comment on them.  All in all, it was really nice, and we would definitely go back, especially in the fall when the leaves were changing colour.

Trip Log: Algonquin Provincial Park: Source Lake to Raven Lake - July 18-19, 2018

Since the kids wanted to visit with my parents for a few days, Chris and I decided to take advantage of our alone time and do a night of canoe camping.  The advantage (besides the obvious) is that Chris only has to portage one canoe, so we can try and get to lakes with longer portages.

We had considered trying to get into Welcome Lake as it was showing as completely empty on the online reservation service, but I was down with a summer cold, and thought maybe treking over two kilometres with a 60 lb pack wasn't the best idea.  Also, timing wise, we would have gotten to Welcome Lake pretty late, given the time to paddle Rock Lake as well as Pen Lake, then do a portage over 2km long.  We decided on putting in at Source Lake, and doing two portages into Raven Lake.

We had to make a quick stop at Algonquin Outfitters for sunscreen and fuel for the stove.  We'd tried Canadian Tire before we left home, but they told us the brand they sold had been recalled for that type of fuel.

I'm not sure what time we arrived, probably around 1pm, got our permit at the Canoe Lake office and headed down the road.  The parks staff were doing some work on the Source Lake Road on the way in, I'm assuming to even out wash board spots.

We quickly loaded the canoe and set off.

Did you know loons have black feet?

Crossing Source Lake wasn't a long paddle.  I'd read some reports that said it could get very windy and wavy but we didn't have any problems.  The wind did pick up as we got close to the little bay where the portage was, but the waves stayed manageable.

It's here I should mention that I made one of my classic mistakes.  We were half way through the drive north when I realized I hadn't remembered to change into my Keen sport sandals.  In fact, I was wearing $5 flip flops.  So not only were we going to be doing the longest portage we had yet attempted, but I was going to be doing it without proper footwear.

The initial hill of the portage wasn't too steep, but the pack was heavy, and my feet were wet.  If you've never tried to walk up a hill in wet flip flops, let me tell you...it's not fun.  My feet kept sliding out of my shoes, I was huffing and puffing so bad I thought my chest might explode and my shoulders were killing me.  I got about 50 meters in and almost started crying, thinking there was no way I could do this portage, let alone the 920m still ahead of us.

Thankfully the trail levelled out for the most part, and even though it sucked, and my shoulders were screaming, we made it to Bruce Lake without mishap.  I did have a bit of an issue dropping the pack. It has this strap you can use that goes from the back, over top of the roll top and then clips down at the front.  We hadn't bothered to clip it on, and it got tangled around my arm.  I had that arm out of the normal carry strap, and with the extra strap hooked around my upper arm, I couldn't get the pack to shift enough to get the other arm out of it's carry strap...I had  to wait for Chris to drop the canoe and come help me, and ended up with a bruise on my arm because of it.  Did I learn my lesson and clip that extra strap into it's place?  No, but I was careful not to let it get looped onto my arm again.

Mostly, we were distracted by the fact that we could see the next portage across the lake...and it didn't look like the paddle was going to give us much of a break.

The landing at our site

We were right.  Long before we felt ready for it, we were landing the canoe and hauling our crap up another hill.  This portage was a bit more undulating, but after the initial rise on either end, it's fairly flat.  We stopped at the midway point where Chris was able to rest the canoe on a fallen tree, then we headed off again.  There were lots of big toads along the trail, and I almost stepped on a garter snake. It didn't even move, and I had to stop and make sure it wasn't actually dead.

By the time we made it to Raven Lake, my calves were cramping up and my shoulders on fire.  I think the straps need to be tightened because it felt like the pack was hanging more than sitting.  Something to look into next time.

We pushed off and went to the first campsite to check it out.  I'd read it was very steep and not very good, but we got out of the canoe and checked it out anyway.  It wasn't a horrible site, but the steep rise from the water would have been a pain for loading and unloading, as well as pumping water.  Chris liked it because he figured it would be good for swimming, but agreed we should check out the other site.  It was still pretty early in the day and I was pretty sure there wouldn't be anyone else staying on Raven Lake that night.

The sandy shallow water at the second site's put in won me over.  I'm not a dive-into-deep-water type of swimmer.  I'm a sit-in-4-inches-of-water kind of gal. (I grew up working at my grandparent's bait shop, where the customers used to like freaking me out with stories of giant muskie and trout that bit their toes off.)  The second site also had more open ground for tent site options so we decided to make it home for the night.  We set up the tent in front of the fire pit so we would have a good view.  There was a fire ban anyway, so it wasn't like we would have to worry about sparks from the fire landing on the tent.

Once the tent was up, Chris went for a swim, wading far out to find deeper water, while I sat in the sandy shallows.  He came and joined me and we spent a relaxing hour or so enjoying the quiet.  Biscuit fetched his ball a few times and smacked me with his wet tail.  All in all, a nice time.

Potatoes, stuffing, veggie burger and gravy

Dinner was a completely unhealthy but easy and cheap mix of store bought foods since I still hadn't had much time to dehydrate anything.  A package of instant mashed potatoes, half a box of Stove Top, a packet of gravy and two frozen veggie burgers.  It was filling, and tasted all right...I think.  Did I mention I was suffering with a summer cold?  I couldn't taste much of anything, but Chris and Biscuit seemed to like it.

There was a garter snake living in the alders along the shore.   It kept coming out but would take off when we came close.  After we cleaned up, we hung the food bag and went out for a paddle and he was on the sand, maybe looking for a frog for his dinner.

We paddled along the shore of the entire lake, finding a few spots that looked like maybe they used to be campsites.  There was one spot, near the other campsite, but not so close that it looked like part of the other site, where it looked like a trail.  It was wide and very distinct and we wondered if there used to be an old portage trail leading to Burnt Island Lake.  We didn't get out and investigate, the sun was setting and we decided to head back to camp.

Once back at our site, we tucked away any gear that was laying around and decided to crawl into the tent.  Since we couldn't have a fire, and the site didn't have anywhere to sit near the water, there wasn't much else to do.  I was a bit chilled, and somehow my butt had gotten wet while we were paddling around.  I realized afterwards it was because Biscuit was biting at the little whirlpools created with each of my paddle strokes, and every time he lifted his head, water would dribble out of his mouth and onto my seat.

Biscuit preparing for Chris for a wakeup call

It was a quiet night.  A few loons, a few owls and lots of bull frogs.  I was awake most of the night blowing my nose, and every time I did, Biscuit would get up and bunt me in the face.

When it started to get light out, he wanted out of the tent so I got up, grabbed the camera and wandered around the site.  There was some nice fog on the water, and the morning light was beautiful.  I really wish there had been a place to sit, or that we had brought chairs.  After taking a few pictures, I went back to bed for another hour or so.

We got up around 7:30.  It was time for coffee and pancakes...well one pancake each.  The frying pan that comes with our pot set is great for one big pancake, but not so great for a few little ones.  Chris did the cooking this time, and soon enough we were eating and cleaning up so we could head down the portage trail to Owl Lake to check it out.

The trail was pretty flat, but littered with rocks and roots that made it a slow hike (for me in my wet flip flops.  Chris was fine.)  We didn't portage the canoe over,  just walked the trail, took a few pictures and headed back.  Chris had found a trail at our site that he had followed during his initial explorations and it went pretty far, so when we got back to camp, he decided to follow it while I made use of the thunder box. (Note to anyone thinking of camping on this site...the thunder box is in plain view of the rest of the campsite, so if you aren't comfortable with your companions seeing your bare butt, maybe try the other site...)

Morning mist on Raven Lake

Turned out, the trail he followed went all the way to Owl Lake, and from the end, he could see the campsite that had been just around shore from the portage.  It was also a much easier trail, minus the few blow downs he had to bypass, and followed a creek for a bit.  It had to have been a portage at one point, but why would the park discontinue it's use and create one that was so riddled with rocks when this path was so clear and pretty?  I guess the fact it passed along the back of the campsite might be a good reason.  I watched him go by as I was preparing to use the facilities, so I guess campers might not be thrilled to have a group of camp kids go through while they were in a vulnerable state.

We spent some time watching four loons that were swimming just off shore, puttered around a bit, then decided there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Biscuit waits patiently for pancakes

It didn't take us long to pack up and head back out onto the water.  Neither of us was looking forward to the portage and it was way hotter than it had been on our way in the day before.  We landed and I got a head start while Chris lashed the paddles to the yoke.  By the time I made it to the midway point, I was breathing so hard and I just wanted the pack off.  I ended up standing there, bent at the waist, just to ease some of the weight on my shoulders, though that wasn't doing my back any favours.  Chris came along then and says he's just going to keep going.  It should be said that the only way I could get the pack onto my shoulders was for him to lift it and then I'd slide my arms in.  If he wasn't stopping, I wasn't getting the pack onto my back again.  He took five steps then came back for a rest, thankfully, or I might have mutinied.

Once we made it to Bruce Lake, we decided to check out the campsite.  There's only one on the lake, and we couldn't see it on the way in.  It sits up on some nice rock, has a bit of a challenging climb to get your gear up, but it's a nice site, has a great bench and a nice view.  The tent pads are a bit away from the fire pit, following a little trail.  We sat on the bench and decided we would come back to it with the kids some time.

After a brief rest, we headed back out and landed at the portage back into Source Lake.  Chris had said the 540m would feel like nothing after the 920m, but he was wrong.  It still kinda sucked.   I'm pretty sure someone threw a few good sized rocks in the bottom of the pack or something.

The paddle back to the access point was nice.  It felt like we hadn't done much paddling on this trip.  I had joked about how it would be great to do more portaging and less paddling because Biscuit is not a fun dog to paddle with.  He has lots of fun...but his constant biting of the water makes it a jerky, sketchy ride for us.  Of course, as much as he loves the canoe, he loves the car more, and as soon as we got close to shore, he jumped out before we could grab his leash, and bolted.  Thankfully there were no other people around.  Chris was able to get his shoes on and go let him in, then drove down to pick up the gear and strap the canoe to the roof.

After a quick detour to Lake of Two River's Store for some snacks, we headed back south to pick the kids up and head home.

stuff left behind by previous campers

I've thought a lot about whether Raven Lake was worth the portages.  It's a small lake, and while it was pretty enough, it wasn't a super scenic spot.  It was quiet though.  We only saw a group of 3 canoes (kids from the camp on Source Lake maybe) come through, so in that respect, it was great.  I like that we did some longer portages, and while they weren't fun (are they supposed to be?) they weren't as bad as I had thought.  Some reorganizing of gear might be in order.  We take a four person tent because of the dog, but maybe if it had been just the two of us, we would have taken our little 2 person tent and saved a few pounds.

All in all, it was a good trip.  We had fun, enjoyed a quiet lake to our selves, and since we spent a good part of the drive home discussing where we might go next, I'd have to say it was a success.

Trip Log: Algonquin Provincial Park: Mew Lake: February 18-19, 2018

Trail to the waterfalls

We had been trying for the last few years to make it to Algonquin for Family Day Weekend and we finally did!  Unfortunately, we couldn't get there for the Saturday, when all the demonstrations were going on, but it still ended up being a great, short trip with wonderful weather.

The kids had gone to my parents house for the previous night, and drove up with them on the Sunday morning to meet us.  We ended up meeting in Minden so we could drive up together.  This was our first time towing the Boler with the "new" car, and it performed wonderfully-no weird burning smells or noises at all.

By some miracle, we managed to leave home early (ok...9:38am which is still early for us to get out of the yard) and arrived at the permit office by about 1.  Our plan had been to hike out to the waterfalls and have lunch, veggie burgers cooked on Mum's Biostove, but we forgot about one thing. The people staying on the site we had reserved, didn't have to leave until 2 and since we had the camper, there wasn't really anywhere to park it so we ended up waiting until they left (Right at 2) and then just cooked our burgers at the site.

The Boler at Mew Lake

It was a little chilly, mostly due to the wind, but not unbearable at all.  We spent most of the day walking around with the dog hoping to tire him out a bit so he wasn't so hard to settle down at bed time.  We hiked down to the waterfalls as usual then returned to camp and tried to start a fire.  It wasn't a very successful fire.  It burned, but needed constant help.  When we ducked into the Boler to eat dinner, it pretty much went out, so we had to restart it.  Of course, as usual, just as we got it going well, everyone decided they were tired and wanted to go to bed.

We didn't see any pine martin's this year, despite several attempts to get spot them.  I got up early and took Biscuit for a walk, hoping to see them before there were many people up and about, but no luck.

We were expecting a snow storm later in the day, so we decided we wouldn't stick around for too long.  When everyone got up, we had breakfast and Chris took the kids for a ski in the air field, just because we had hauled our cross country skis here, he figured we might as well use them.  Originally he had wanted us all to go to the Leaf Lake Trail, but since dogs aren't allowed on the ski trails we would have had to leave Biscuit alone in the car, and it was kind of cold for that.

Making coffee and hot chocolate

While everyone else did that, I took Biscuit for a walk along the section of campsites that are closer to the highway, where we stayed a few years back.  He wasn't happy with me, as he wanted to be with Chris, and pretty much tried to drag me backwards the whole time.

I really wish we had gotten to see the winter camping demonstrations.  I think it would have been really interesting, and informative.  Nevertheless, it was still really cool to see all the different styles of hot tents people had, from very large, to very small.  It was also neat to see the creativity people use when it comes to creating a winter shelter.  We saw pop up ice fishing huts with stoves in them, which is something Chris and I had discussed a few years ago.

Next year, I hope we can make it up for the whole weekend, though whether it's in the Boler, or in a hot tent of our own, I don't know.

One thing I'd like to mention, was a new piece of gear we tried out on this trip, though I hesitate to call it gear.  In previous trip logs, I've mentioned how Biscuit likes to suck on (and rip) sleeping bags and blankets.  Chris had the idea of buying a moving blanket (they were on sale at Princess Auto) and using it as an over blanket.  It was big enough to tuck under us so Biscuit couldn't pull it aside, and inexpensive so if he did rip it, it wouldn't be that big of a deal...and it would be easy enough to sew a patch on, because we wouldn't really care what it looked like.  It worked pretty well.  Getting it into place was a bit of a challenge, but our sleeping bags stayed slobber free and whole, so I'd say it did it's job.

Trip Log: Algonquin Park: Rock Lake, October 5-9, 2017

Thanksgiving in Algonquin!  This is usually the trip I look forward too the most since it's a long weekend, the weather is pretty decent, the colours are usually still good, and we eat lots and lots of good food.

This year there were a few snags.  A friend from high school was getting married on the Saturday, my mum had a doctors appointment on the Friday, and the leaves were at peak, so we knew it was going to be really busy in Algonquin.

I'd booked the site from the Thursday to the Monday, not knowing any of this because I'd booked it in April.  This was originally the reservation for our opening weekend trip, but ice out was later than hoped for.  Getting weekends off is a challenge for us, so I couldn't just rebook for the next weekend, so I extended the trip and booked Thanksgiving.

So with all this stuff going on, we managed to make it up to Rock Lake on Thursday night, (me, the kids, my parents and their dog.  Chris was going to work, then go to the wedding and come up Sunday with Biscuit) just as it was getting dark.  it was a bit chilly so the kids stayed in the truck.  We were camping with my parents in their tent trailer, so we set about setting up.  And hit a few more snags.

2017 was a really rainy summer and my parents hadn't used their trailer at all.  They opened it up to air it out a week or so before we left, but didn't do a full inspection inside.  It smelled pretty musty, and there was a bit of mould on the wood of the cabinets.  We managed to scrub everything down and then realized we should probably wash the dishes that were in the cupboards.  That's when we realized we didn't have the dish sink.  We ended up just having salads in wraps (Squatch had a peanut butter and banana wrap), and Mum and Dad would head home after the doctor appointment to get the gear they thought had been in the trailer but evidently wasn't (we were also missing most of the pots and utensils.)

Foggy morning on Rock Lake

We went to bed early, and the next morning, got up and had some bagels and oatmeal before Mum and Dad headed out.  The kids and I had brought books to read, and spent some time on a bench by the beach reading, and went out for a paddle down the river to Whitefish Lake.  It was pretty windy so we didn't venture too far.  We also went for a little hike down to the rail trail part of the Booth's Rock Trail to take some pictures. I took the kids to the visitor centre for lunch, then we hiked the Spruce Bog Trail on the way back.

When we got back to camp, we read some more.  We had brought hammocks but our site really didn't have many trees for hanging them.  Maybe we could have gotten one up, but that would have just caused fights so we went back down to the beach with our books instead.

Fall Colours - Rock Lake Algonquin Park

When Mum and Dad returned, we made dinner of chinese noodles (and something else???)  We didn't have a fire that night.  I think we were all pretty tired and there were a lot of noisy neighbours.

Saturday morning, we got up and had bagels and oatmeal again.  We planned to go out for a paddle, find an empty campsite and cook up some veggie burgers and veggie sausages on Mum's biostove but the wind was still up, and it looked like it was going to rain so we stayed at camp other than a quick drive into Whitney to get a few groceries and put some gas in the car.  The night before, when I'd been dumping the dish water into the outhouse, I heard a thunk sound, and realized I'd accidentally left the dish cloth in the water...and it was the only dish cloth we had for the weekend, so we had to pick up a box of j-cloths.

Old Rail Trail - near Rock Lake

This day was kind of a blur of frustration.  There were so many people at Rock Lake, not just campers (one site had two 30ft trailers on it, which is a no no) and we started to feel a bit claustrophobic.  One site clearly had been chosen as the gathering site for a large family, as they had brought all the picnic tables from their other sites and basically created what looked like a cafeteria.  There was probably seating for 30 people. A couple kids (couldn't have been more than 2 or 3) drove around the campground all day in a little battery operated Jeep.  This was nerve-wracking because they had no adult with them, and they weren't looking where they were going.  I spent the whole day worried someone would back out of a site and not see them.  This was even worse on the Monday when people were trying to get out of sites with big trailers.

One of our neighbours had set up a screen tent with a movie projector inside so their kids could watch movies, and they stayed up all night talking loudly.  All weekend, there were tons of day-trip people around since the leaves were at peak.

Relics of Algonquin's History

We've decided that next year, we are going to try and get into the back country for Thanksgiving.  Yes it's nice to have the heater in the trailer but the noise and chaos and crowds really took away from our enjoyment of the weekend.

Dinner on Saturday was spaghetti with garlic bread.  Since we didn't make the veggie burgers or sausages, we cut them up and added them to the sauce, which the kids did not like.  It ended up being too much though, so we probably should have only used one of each.  We did have a fire that night, but for some reason, our fire pit had been cleaned out and dug down so it ended up being so deep we couldn't feel any heat coming off of it.

The next morning, it was sunny and less windy so we took the canoes for a short paddle down the river again.   We weren't sure when Chris would be coming, but we decided to head out and explore the Old Rail Trail Bike Trail and at least get to the bridge at Whitefish.  It's a nice trail and we ended up going a bit further than the bridge before Mum and Dad decided to head back to camp.  The kids and I continued on to see if we could get to the campsite on Whitefish that, on the map, looks like it's right at the side of the trail.  We found it easily.  It's not an ideal site, but it has a nice beach, and I suppose if you were canoe camping late in the season, and the weather turned (bad wind or the lake started to ice up) you could just portage back down the railway.  It was a pretty small site, with maybe one tent site.  There is a fully closed in outhouse rather than a thunder box, but you have to cross the trail and go up the hill on the other side to get to it.

Sunset at Rock Lake - Algonquin

When we got back to camp, Chris had arrived with Biscuit. I went with him to get his additional car permit and asked the lady at the office if it would be okay if he parked at the site until the rush of day trippers was over.  We had three cars now that he was here, and knew we would have to park one at the over flow parking area, but since that parking lot was full, we couldn't very well use it.  Even if a spot did open up, we would end up blocking someone in.  The first cars were parked up against the tree line, and the next row was basically parking a few feet behind them.  I kept thinking people were going to be coming back from doing the hike and then would have to wait for the owners of the car behind them to come back so they could actually get out.  The lady said she thought it would be okay but the Rangers might not have the same opinion.  Luckily none came around and we were able to move the car over before it became an issue.

 We sat down by the lake for a while then got ready to make our Thanksgiving dinner.  Since we weren't making a turkey, it wouldn't be such an all day process.  We made potatoes in foil, carrots in foil, turnip, brussels sprouts, stuffing and gravy.  We were all stuffed afterwards and enjoyed a nice fire.  Dad and Chris got a good size one going so we could actually feel some heat coming off it.  It did feel a little awkward though since the people on the site backing onto ours had set their tent up over the border of the two sites and so they were very close to our fire pit.

Beach at Whitefish campsite

Canoe campsite on Whitefish

For our last day, we had potato and pepper hash for breakfast, as well as bagels.  We took our plates down to the picnic table at the beach and enjoyed the beautiful weather before it was time to pack up.

As always, Thanksgiving in Algonquin was beautiful.  Evidently many people agree with this because it's gotten busier and busier every year.  No matter how many times I tell myself to just ignore the people around us, or the dozens of rules being broken, or the people walking right through our site, it's not always easy to just shrug off.  Canoe camping next year might be the way to go.

Trip Log: Samuel de Champlain Provincial Park: August 21-23-2017

It's scary how fast summer can fly by.  At the end of June, when I'd get a shift that fell in the middle of our "weekend" (you don't generally get normal weekends off when you work in a restaurant) I didn't get too upset.  We still had two months worth of time to go camping, biking on trails, exploring in canoes and kayaks etc.

And here we are, almost the end of August and I look back and see just how little of that stuff we actually did, because those shifts come up often, and because car repairs always end up cropping up at the start of a week off, and because other obligations happen.

It's kind of sad because our adventuring is pretty much over for the year.  Since Chris and I work  weekends and the kids can't just skip school like they did when they were younger, we won't get much opportunity until the next long holiday.

I'm thankful though, that when we look back on the summer, the camping trips we did, were all in places we had never been before.  We saw a new Provincial park, saw parts of Algonquin we hadn't been to before, and finally got to explore a bit of the Haliburton Water Trails system, something I've been wanting to do for...well about 20 years.

This trip was kind of two trips back to back.  We had five days off, and after spending our last week of vacation fixing car issues so we could drive our "adventuring car" long distances again, we could actually go camping...the problem was, where to go?  Everywhere I looked, there would be one or two sites left, and they were pretty much all the tiny little site next to an outhouse that never gets booked except maybe on a long weekend.

Our Boler at Samuel de Champlain Park

I was getting bummed, and kind of pissed off.  Keep in mind, this was day one of our five days and we still had no idea where to go. The kids didn't want to go canoe camping, and instead wanted to relax in the Boler, Chris wasn't interested in anything along Highway 60 in Algonquin, and I wasn't keen on going a really long distance because fixed or not, the car is old and unpredictable.

We finally settled on two nights at Samuel de Champlain, then two nights at Kiosk at the North end of Algonquin.

We didn't leave the house until almost 5.  We had nothing ready, no idea what food we were taking.  Chris and I went shopping but I kind of ended up just throwing random cans of things from the pantry at home and hoped it took care of all the meals we would need.

We arrived at the park at 9:07pm and got our permit.  Then we had the fun task of navigating an unknown park in the dark, but we found our site with only one wrong turn.  The site was a pull through, or pull around I guess?  It had a U shaped entry so Chris didn't have to try backing in.  The problem was there was a stump in the entry was that was just high enough to scrape the underside of the Boler.  This wouldn't be a problem for most other trailers but the Boler sits pretty low to the ground and doesn't have a lot of clearance.  We actually broke a little chunk of the fibreglass body off...oops. Once into place though, we set up (moved food from the Boler into the trunk of the car) ate a quick dinner of wraps, then went to bed.

It was humid in the trailer that night, and Biscuit made a nuisance of himself, jumping up and down off our bed.  He was too hot when he was with us, but not comfortable on the floor.  It also started to rain, and continued to rain until just after lunch.

I woke up the next morning to take him out, and got my first look around the campsite.  It was actually quite nice.  We could see the lake, and there was a little spot across the road we could have used to launch a canoe if we'd brought them, but we hadn't since we were in such a rush to leave.  Not that it mattered, since it rained for half the day anyway, and we also didn't bother to bring rain jackets.

Once Chris got up, we set up the screen tent so we could have a dry place to cook and sit.  Rather than making potato, pepper and onion hash like I had planned, we ate dry cereal right out of the box and some other snacks. After cleaning up, we went to check out the visitor's centre.

So many neat mushrooms around our campsite

It's pretty small, but contains some interesting information on the history of the Mattawa River, the fur trade and a replica courier de bois canoe.  Next we headed to the store, hoping to get a patch for the park to add to the kids collection but they either don't sell them or they weren't available at the time, so the kids got popsicles and we headed back to our site.

Lunch was supposed to be wraps made with fresh veggies but since it was still rainy and everything was still wet under the bug shelter, we ended up making Mr. Noodles cups for the kids, and Chris and I shared a carton of green lentil curry soup I'd thrown in the food box at the last minute, with some of the garlic bread.  The soup was surprisingly good, but the carton only holds 500ml which wasn't enough really for two hungry people.

The rest of the day was spent walking around, checking out the park.  The beach in the Jingwakoki campground area was small, but looked pretty decent for swimming.  There were some swings and a few teeter-totters there as well.  You can see the other beach across the lake and it looked very nice, but unfortunately we didn't get a chance to go and check it out.

The kids finally had a chance to pull out the hammocks and the picnic table ping pong set we had bought them for Christmas, then lost before I could wrap it.  (I found it on Boxing Day, which is pretty typical I suppose.)  Bubbie and I also spent some time photographing the last few blueberries on the bushes behind our site, as well as the various interesting fungi nearby.

Sometime in the afternoon, Chris took Biscuit for a little drive out to the park store to get some ice, at which point the catalytic converter fell off the car.  He picked it up and threw it into the trunk, and we spent the whole rest of the trip laughing about it since we were pretty sure something was going to happen to the car.  Any time we attempt to go more than an hour away from home for a camping trip, we have car issues.  Thankfully, this time, it wasn't anything that could potentially strand us somewhere.

Dinner that night was spaghetti and garlic bread.  It's pretty much a camping staple for us, but the clean up always sucks.

The next morning I finally made the potato, onion and pepper hash I'd promised the kids.  It looked like it was going to be a nice day.  As we were cleaning up, we saw a group go by in a replica voyager canoe.  I wish we had been able to try it out.  It would have been a neat experience.  Next time.  The kids really liked this park and we will definitely be back.

Since it was a nice day and we wouldn't be travelling far to get to our next camping spot, we figured there was no point in rushing to pack up.  If there were people on our Kiosk site, they didn't have to leave until 2, so we decided to do a hike.  The Kag hike wasn't too far away, and was only 2.5km long.  The estimated time to do the trail was an hour and 15 minutes but we figured we could do it in less.

one of many steep sections on the Kag Trail

The trail is rated as difficult with some steep climbs on most of the information posted, but the one we happened to look at said it was moderate.  This is not a moderate level trail!  #Legday And those steep climbs?  They really are climbs.  There are sections where you are climbing what is practically a cliff, going back and forth like a goat trail.  Other times, you have to pick your way up almost with whatever tree root or rock you can find.  Chris got dragged up and down these hills, Squatch had nothing to slow him down but Bubbie and I had our cameras and it made it much more awkward to grab little trees for support.  This trip report took a while to get published, and because of that, when I was looking through the pictures, I kept going "why did I take a picture of that cliff face?" Then I realized, that was there trail...

The kids were good natured about it, but didn't hold back complaining about the trail.  Chris kept saying it was a lovely trail and they had nothing to complain about...until Biscuit dragged him down a hill and he ran into a fallen log in a very painful way.

You can barely tell it's a trail...just looks like a cliff

All of our legs were like jelly when we made it back to camp, and we were a little embarrassed that the trail took us a fair bit longer than the hour and 15 minutes estimated.  We had to rush to hook up the trailer so we could be off the site by 2.

This section of the trip was wonderful (not that Kiosk wasn't great too) and we all really liked Samuel de Champlain Provincial Park.  Our site was great, it was relatively quiet and there were enough things to do so none of us would have been bored had we been there longer than 2 nights.  It rained a fair bit that second day, and the roads were pretty muddy.  The intersection just behind our site had a huge puddle (or more accurately, a pond?) that many drivers had fun playing in as they went past.

All in all, a great trip.

Trip Log: Big East Lake, July 25-26, 2017

We had planned to do two nights on Big East Lake, but Chris had worked a crazy number of hours on the weekend and was quite content to spend the Monday relaxing.  I wasn't too upset by this.  My own work hours on the weekend had been long, though not as long as his.

Biscuit at the put in to Big East Lake

We had purchased two sit in kayaks the previous week.  After watching several videos of people using kayaks to go interior camping, we thought it might be easier for the kids.  We found two inexpensive ones that were designed with space and access to the front and back, and were pleased to find the kids 55L packs fit into the space behind the seat with a little wiggling.    Getting a canoe and two kayaks on the roof proved to be a bit of a dilemma, but Chris eventually came up with a system that worked.  Unfortunately, since we couldn't afford the higher end kayaks with built in metal loops for securing to a car, we had to improvise.

We arrived around 3pm and began unloading and carrying things down to the lake.  I'd forgotten how steep the trail down to the water was.  I carried the first kayak down, then went back for more.  Chris ended up bringing down 4 loads, including the second kayak, the canoe and the biggest pack.  We got underway, and the kids started out really well in the kayaks, but half way there, Squatch began to struggle.  He was zigzagging all over the place, and lagging behind.  Bubbie had no trouble, though she was tired when we got to the site.

We completely missed the easy spot to land the boats and went around the corner and pulled up on the sloping rock instead.  It wasn't hard to land there, but carrying the packs and stuff up the hill, with wet shoes, was a little sketchy.  After a brief explore, Bubbie and I set off to find the thunder box.  We followed a few trails, all of which led up the steepest part of the hill behind the site, and then petered out into nothing.  We came back, and Squatch points to a trail that went down hill a bit and says "It's right there, you can see it from here."

It was pretty buggy once we got into the thicker forest, but the thunder box was pretty new looking and in good shape.

Next order of business was setting up the tents.  Bubbie insisted on setting up their tent on her own, so we let her be and Chris and I set up ours while Squatch lounged on the stone couch around the fire pit.  She also set up the air mattresses, pillows and sleeping bags.

Bubbie taking a break in the kayak

After getting set up, Chris and Squatch went for a swim, playing with one of the Gopros while Bubbie and I headed out in the kayaks to pump some water and explore a few other sites close by.

Macaroni and tomatoes...I'm so ashamed

Once we got back it was time to start making dinner.  Because the kids are picky (and I'd given up trying to find things they both like that Chris and I aren't sick to death of) I ended up having to make 2 meals.  For the kids, macaroni and tomatoes which I had made at home and dehydrated.  I wasn't sure if it would work out, but it did and now I know I can do that for other trips where Chris and I want a dinner thats more interesting.  Chris and I had a package of Knorr Thai Sweet Chili Noodles with dehydrated stir fry veggies added in.  I'm not going to lie, the veggies look pretty sad when they rehydrate.  The mushrooms especially looked scary, but it tasted okay.  Next time, I might try just adding in broccoli and carrots as those two held up the best.

We ate out on the rock shelf over looking the lake.  It was pretty awesome.   The sun was getting low, the lake was calm and it was just a beautiful night.  The kids spent some time playing with their cameras while I cleaned up and Chris got a fire going.  Squatch got a little saw and we tried to get him to help process firewood but his twiggy little arms need a bit of work.  I also tried and it was not easy.  The wood was a bit punky making it more of a challenge.

Dinner with an awesome view

Bubbie's job was to hang the rope for the food bag.  It took her a few tries, but she got it and was pretty proud of herself.

The next morning, I got up and took some pictures of the fog on the lake.  It was a beautiful morning.   I made oatmeal with all sorts of dried fruits in it and of course the kids had instant oats.  

For the paddle back, I took the kayak and Squatch went in the canoe with Chris.  Bubbie and I got a head start so that Biscuit wouldn't be so crazy for them.  He seems to be a bit calmer in the canoe if he can't see the second canoe or the kayaks.  I also realized the problem Squatch had had the day before.  With the pack behind the seat, it puts a fair bit of weight at the back of the kayak.  Next time we will try dividing the gear in dry bags or putting more weight in the front.  

We all loved this trip, and the site.  Big East Lake used to be really busy before the municipality began charging money to camp there and requiring permits.  I know a lot of people were probably upset but the truth is, we used to go there for day trips and the sites were often pretty messy.  Anything that keeps the area clean and protected for future campers is okay in my books.

Trip Log: Algonquin Provincial Park: Kiosk - August 23-25, 2017

I wasn't quite sure what to expect of Kiosk Campground, to be honest.  The site we had looked okay in the pictures, but it wasn't one of the ones on the water.  I kind of had a feeling we had only gotten a site because it was one of the ones that nobody wants unless, like us, they are booking last minute and will take anything.

We were pleasantly surprised.  Kiosk is a small campground, and is divided into two parts which are divided by a short walk.  The first sites are right at the office and parking area for the canoe launch (glad we didn't take site #1 as it's overlooking the parking lot) and the second group of sites are on the other side of the little bay.  You backtrack down the road you entered on, and then stay to the left.  Our site was up on the hill, under some pines and we loved it.  If we had brought canoes we might have felt different, and maybe if the year hadn't been so rainy, the waterside sites wouldn't have been so muddy, but we were very happy with our site.

you can tell the screen tent has seen better days...the roof is wonky

We quickly backed the Boler in and set about setting up our screen tent.  We weren't so much worried about bugs, but in having a dry spot to sit if it rained. (It didn't rain the whole time) Our screen tent is 10X13, and since the Boler is a 13 foot camper, we are able to set the tent up with one of the openings right against the walls of the trailer.  It probably only works because of the way the zipper opens the top, bottom and one side, but it pretty much makes an add-a-room  Unfortunately, the poor thing has taken a lot of abuse lately and is in pretty sad shape.  Since it's not square, it takes some fiddling to get it set up with the longer side vs shorter side.  The poles aren't marked at all, which makes it very difficult.

After we got set up, we headed back over to the other section to fill our big orange cooler with water. This is the one main drawback to being in the section of sites away from the office.  There is no water taps on that side.  We hadn't realized that (it not being something we pay much attention to when looking at maps on the online booking pages) so we didn't bring other containers.  We had the orange cooler for ice and drinking water, but nothing to store large amounts of water for cleaning dishes, cooking and washing hands.  This was inconvenient, but not a disaster.

Dinner that night was fajitas with some beans from the farmers market and foil wrapped potatoes and carrots.  It was a lot of food, but it was really yummy.

The kids set up their hammocks and chairs and we spent the evening relaxing around the fire.

The next day after breakfast (bagels and handfuls of cold cereal) the kids set up their ping pong set and Chris and I went to explore a bit.  We headed back down the road until we came to a little turn off where there is a bridge over a small water fall.  After exploring a bit, we headed back. Biscuit was driving us nuts and so we spent a good portion of this day taking turns walking him around.

Over the course of the trip, we saw multiple tiny garter snakes that looked like they might have been freshly born (or pretty recent.) Some were squished on the road, but many were slithering around.  I took the kids down to check out the sites that are reserved for canoe campers who arrive late, and we saw a large garter snake.  I went to move the wild flowers and shrubs a bit to see of we could get a better look and ended up with a hand and wrist full of little prickles that burned for the rest of the day, even though I was able to quickly get them out with some scrubbing and water.

New campers arrived over the course of the day.  Many of the people on the water sites were leaving so we got to check them out for a bit while they were empty.  One group of new campers was very loud.  They looked to be a half dozen young women, maybe in their early 20's.  They got out of their van and immediately started swearing and cursing in excitement.  They were a source of entertainment over the day as they went and picked up some rental canoes (then almost let them float away) and as it got dark, I watched them stalk a raccoon up a tree and then loudly holler back to the others at the site that it was okay, "It's just a cat."  Um, I'm not sure how many feral cats there are at Kiosk but I'm pretty sure it was a raccoon.

We had a good fire that night.  Our neighbours left and offered us the rest of their wood.  Sully had picked up a few pieces of the slag rock stuff from the railway track and had set it on the fire grate...then went to pick it up.  Needless to say he got a bit of a burn.  Nothing serious, but enough that it stung for a few hours and kept him from getting much sleep.  It was fine in the morning.

the water sites at the section by the main office

Chris pulled out his grandfathers old coleman propane lantern and fired it up.  We sat in the screen room with that going for a bit before finally calling it a night.

The next morning we packed up with regrets.  We wished we'd brought the canoe.  We wished we didn't have to go home. We wished school wasn't starting so soon so we could come back.

I really liked Kiosk.  The kids found it a bit boring, and I suppose in truth, without the canoes or kayaks, there wasn't much to do.  There were no trails, though we could have gone down the railway a bit except there are signs posted saying it's private property and not to trespass.  We definitely want to return and start a canoe trip from here though, and maybe Chris and I will come back for a few days of quiet, relaxing camping.

Trip Log: Algonquin Provincial Park: Magnetwan to Ralph Bice Lake - July 5-7, 2017

Already exhausted and a little crabby, we pulled out of the Margaret Lake Access for the Frost Centre at just after 1pm.  We were starving and super thirsty.  Luckily, we weren't far down the road from Dorset, so we stopped at Robinsons for snacks and drinks, then continued our journey north to Huntsville where we topped up the car's gas and got onto Highway 11.

Finding the Kearney Community centre, and the permit office was easy, then we soon found ourselves on dirt roads reminiscent of the road into Achray.  To say the kids were less than pleased was an understatement.  I'm sure if they could have, they would have left me on the side of the road and went home.  Every time Chris saw water, he assumed we were there and told the kids this...and I, having the Jeff's Map for Algonquin on an app on my phone, had to tell them, no, we weren't there yet.

After about thirty minutes (I didn't keep super close track, so it might have been more) we arrived at the access point and everyone jumped out to stretch their legs.  Everyone was pleased to not have a lot of bugs swarming us at the parking area and this trend continued for the portages all the way to Ralph Bice.  There were mosquitoes and black flies, but not anywhere near as bad as they had been on the portage into Three Island Lake.

It didn't take us long to haul all our gear down the short trail to the launch.  We made quick use of the compost toilets before setting off and after a brief moment where I doubted my navigating skills, we rounded the corner for the first portage.

It should be noted that we switched up canoe partners for this trip.  Chris and Squatch took the Scott canoe because it's more stable with Biscuit bouncing around in it, and Bubbie and I took the Swift.

The 135m trail into Hambone Lake was a bit mucky, especially at the other end, but it was easy enough and the kids were in good spirits, running back for a second load of small items like paddles and lifejackets.  We didn't met some people but Biscuit barely paid them any attention until they spoke to him, then he got a bit skittish and hid behind Chris's legs.

Soon enough we were pushing off onto Hambone Lake.  Again, I had a few moments of doubt regarding the direction we were to go.    It was a bit windy, and I had a harder time taking a break from paddling to study the map closely without knowing Chris was there to keep us going at a good pace.

We found the next portage and quickly finished that one as well.  Once we got to the end, before we got into the canoes, I made Chris look at the map.  Ralph Bice is a big lake, and the lady at the permit office warned me it was often very windy, so we should stick to the shore.  I explained to everyone about the sites I'd seen pictures of online, and how if we kept to the right after the put in, we'd come to the beach sites, but that they were further away, and could be more likely to be full.

Chris decided we would stay to the left shore, and everything started out great.  The lake wasn't very wavy, there was a bit of wind but nothing major.  The first few sites were taken, and when Bubbie and I went to check out the next one (it was empty but didn't look very appealing) we turned around and Chris and Squatch were heading across the lake to the far shore.  We weren't sure if we should follow them, or keep going.  Also, because they didn't have a map, they were actually heading back towards the portage instead of on an angle that would get them closer to the campsites.

Furious and a little nervous, we kept going, but all the sites were either taken or very small and dark looking (which may have just been because the sun was sinking low behind that side of the lake, casting the sites into shadow.)  We came around the round island which had one site on it (site was taken) and were immediately in trouble.  The waves were crazy, the windy was throwing us around and I couldn't stop paddling long enough to look at the map and come up with a plan.  We couldn't even see the other canoe across the lake, so we had no idea if the dog had caused them to capsize or if they were sitting on an amazing campsite waiting for us to find them.  To make it even more frustrating, Bubbie had four stable flies biting her ankles and her arms and shoulders were cramping up.

We were close to the big island and the narrow channel.  I figured we could get to a site we saw was empty on the island and at least take a break, even though it meant crossing the lake.  I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned that I haven't ever learned how to stern paddle.  Chris knows how and so we jut paddle with him in stern in me in the bow.  Bubbie has taken her level 1 and 2 canoe certification and knows how to stern paddle as well, unfortunately she's had no experience in strong wind and big waves.

We made it halfway across to the island when Chris came around the corner, with just Biscuit in the canoe (my heart stopped for a moment, I'm not afraid to admit) and he told us that Squatch was at a great campsite waiting for us.  The next several minutes were dicy but we eventually made it to our home for two nights.  Bubbie was crying because her shoulders were so cramped, I was furious and somehow, Chris made it sound like us getting separated was because I had misunderstood.

After everyone calmed down, we got the tents set up and set about doing camp chores.  Chris had an incident while trying to hang the bear rope for the food which ended up being an ordeal that lasted a few hours.  I had bought a small dry sack to use for our ropes with the intent that for hanging the food, he would put a rock or something into the bag and use it to through over the tree branch rather than trying to tie a rock or stick to the rope. Since there was a piece of rope already over a perfect branch, he figured he'd use that and didn't take our ropes out of the bag, and instead used them as weight.  The rope fell off the branch, so he tied it to the bag and threw it back over...but the bag got stuck in the fork of a smaller branch and wouldn't come loose.  Now we couldn't even use a different rope because all the rope we had brought had been in the bag and the mosquitoes were out in force.  After an hour or so of trying to shake the bag loose, I was looking for something in the pack and found a brand new rope, still in it's plastic packaging.  We ended up using it to hang the food, and then we could work on retrieving the bag the next day, when the bugs weren't so bad.

playing "rock darts" at Ralph Bice Lake

Dinner had been made while this was happening.  We had set up the Eureka VCS16 bug shelter for the first time and we all sat in there to eat.  The kids had ramen (I'd left the store bought, camping meal Bubbie had picked out on the dining room table) while Chris and I had a greek rice and vegetable pilaf I'd made as an experiment.  It turned out really well, but I have a few changes and additions to make then I'll post the recipe.

We cleaned up and sat around the fire until the bugs got too bad, then headed to bed.

The next morning we all slept in.  I got up at one point (I didn't have my watch and my phone was powered down so I don't know what time it was) to let Biscuit out to pee, then we went back to bed.

The shallow, sandy bay at our site

Once everyone was up, I got out the stove and put on water to boil for coffee and hot chocolate, then started to make oatmeal.  By the time we were finished, it was almost noon.  By  the time we were cleaned up, it was time for lunch, but none of us really wanted the naan bread and peanut butter, so we snacked on granola bars and trail mix.

Chris managed to unstick the bag of rope, and he used two of the pieces to make targets on the ground, then he and Squatch spent the majority of the day playing "rock darts."  We followed the trail along the shore and checked out the beach, and realized the bay at our site was a shallow sandy haven that was perfect for just sitting in the water.  We were also able to wade across and check out the next campsite.  It was a little rough looking, with lots of downed trees but there were a few spots with nice views and they had a more direct access to the beach.

Dinner that night was a chilli recipe I'd made a few times in the Instantpot.  The kids liked it so I made a batch and dehydrated it a week or so before hand.  I also pre-cooked and dried some brown rice and then mixed them together and rehydrated it.  The corn never seems to come back very well, but it was tasty, especially with some hot sauce.

The weather forecast was calling for rain for the following day, and the lake had been so windy all day we hadn't been able to do any paddling.  We decided we would go to bed early so we could get up and get on the water before it got really bad.  Actually, at that point we were just hoping the wind and waves calmed down enough over night that we wouldn't be paddling in conditions like we'd been seeing all day.

rehydrated chilli and rice

I don't know what time we all went to bed, just that it was super early (we were guessing about 7:30.)  We were tired anyway, so it wasn't a big deal.  We had slept the previous night with the vestibule open and just hanging loose against the tent, but since it might rain over night, we zipped it up this time.

We might have been in the tent for ten minutes before we heard a crash.  Thinking it was our food bag, I crawled back out and saw that, no, the food was still high in the air.  There was nothing nearby,  no fallen trees that we could see, or animals.  I went back to the tent and spent the next hour or so hyper aware of every sound.   Truth was, we couldn't hear much other than the wind and the sound of the waves pounding against the rocks on the shore.  Every few minutes we would hear a popping sound, which was the waves and the logs over at the beach doing some crazy stuff.

At about the exact moment the sun dipped below the horizon, the wind stopped and the waves settled into a gentle lapping sound. The night was blissfully quiet and I actually managed to sleep.

Biscuit enjoying a breeze on Ralph Bice Lake

I was up early with Biscuit pawing at my sleeping bag.  It had rained a little bit earlier in the morning, but it seemed to have stopped for a while.  I took Biscuit out then crawled back into the sleeping bag and powered up my phone so I could check the time.  It was 7:15.  The lake was still calm (not glassy by any means) and the wind only picked up every little while for a few seconds at a time.  I wanted to get everyone up and get going, worried the wind would start up and stay gusty, but I also didn't want everyone to be all cranky so I held off for a bit.

Chris got up not long after I went back into the tent, so we got the kids up and started packing up.  It didn't take as long as we'd thought and we were back on the water, all of us hungry but eager to enjoy bagels from Tim Horton's in Huntsville.  The paddle back down Ralph Bice was slow.  The wind and waves were just enough to make it frustrating.  Bubbie and I had left first, hoping to get a head start so Biscuit wouldn't be as much of a bother.  He is at his worst when the canoes are within a close distance.  He barks and paws at the water trying to get closer to the second canoe so he can jump back and forth.  Chris and Squatch caught up easily thought.  Bubbie's shoulders were still sore and at one point she asked if we could switch sides.  I realized then how utterly useless I am paddling on the left.  My arm started cramping in about 5 minutes and I had no power to my strokes at all.  Something to work on.

When we got to the portage to Hambone, we took a few pictures with the portage sign and continued on our way.  We met a couple heading in, and spent a few moments talking to them.  They were heading into Little Trout Lake for the weekend.  They had been there before and enjoyed it a lot.

We made quick work of the portage and then the quick paddle down Hambone.  As we approached the portage to Hambone we saw people at the put in and so decided to hold back until they were finished so we wouldn't have to worry about Biscuit.  As we got closer we saw it was an older couple and their daughter who was probably in her early twenties.  Their canoe was so packed full there was barely room for them to sit.  The daughter sat at the very front, on the floor, facing her mother who was in the bow seat.  The father had a bit of a struggle getting in, but finally they pushed off and we unloaded.

When I got to the other end of the 135m portage, I heard voices.  Since the portage is so close to the launch, I wasn't sure if they were just around the corner, about to land any second, or still at the dock, loading up.  I ran back to let Chris know, totally forgetting to take the dog's leash with me.  Thankfully, the group of canoes wandered off towards the other side of the lake, and didn't head towards the portage until we were loaded up and on the water.  I'm not sure if they were lost, or exploring a bit.

We got back to the car, tired, sore and dirty but in much better spirits than when we had arrived.    It was just after 11, so we made pretty good time.  Other than the little hiccup when we got separated on Ralph Bice, we had a relaxing and successful trip.  The kids enjoyed everything, we had a nice site, the experimental meals I'd brought turned out well.  The only issues we had with food was that I hadn't brought much for lunch (or anything, figuring we would just snack on granola bars and trail mix) but I had also planned for us to explore a bit on the second day, so being kind of wind bound through me off a bit.  Also, I need to come up with a breakfast that is quick and easy, but isn't oatmeal.  For one thing, I can't stand instant oats, the texture of them makes me gag.  Second, oatmeal is kind of a pain to clean up, especially out of the bowls that came with our pot set.

Our order at Timmies might have been a little shocking.  The poor girl on drive thru sounded a little panicked, but we were all hungry and poor Biscuit hadn't had Timbits in a few days!