Our day two drive took us to Agawa Bay Campground (site #323) in Lake Superior Provincial Park. The drive through Lake Superior Provincial Park is up and down mountains, around curves, giving you pretty spectacular views of Lake Superior.
We drove this route in 2006, when we took our kids, at that time aged 12, 14, and 17 to White Lake Provincial Park. After driving for a few hours, we remembered that we had forgotten our two cans of Bear Spray on the kitchen table, off to an outfitters to purchase another couple of cans. We would be camping in areas where there are bears, so we always carry bear spray with us. Thankfully we have never had to use the spray, even when we have camped where a problem bear was in the area. Why are there problem bears? People do not keep their site clean. Always lock your food in your car, or if in the back country, hang it high in a tree.
For lunch we stopped at Serpent River.
Our campsite at Agawa Bay was only a few steps from Lake Superior. After setting up camp, eating dinner, we walked over to the beach to watch the sun go down. The sunset though, was unbelievably long! As we waited, we chatted with other campers. Of course my husband had to bring up the topic of the Green Flash Sunset Phenomenon. One of the women we were talking with, burst out in laughter (along with me), stating her husband has been waiting for years to see the “green flash!” We did not believe the “green flash” was a real thing, but the link above says it is real. Go figure. Apologies to my husband, for not believing that he has told the truth for the past thirty odd years. Geez. (In truth, I sent him a text saying “fuck me, you’re right, damn, the green flash exists!”. We did not see the green flash that night.
For our 30th wedding anniversary this year, the only gift I wanted was for the two of us to spend time together, away from everything. Thus we chose to go camping in the back country of Algonquin Provincial Park Thanksgiving weekend.
After checking with our adult children that they didn’t mind us going away for Thanksgiving, we left Hamilton at 7:15 am. As we were driving towards Algonquin, my husband decided that we should add an extra day to our trip to avoid the traffic coming home.
Once we arrived at Canoe Lake, we then changed our destination from Little Doe Lake to Burnt Island Lake since there were just too many bear warnings for the first area. We are quite prepared with our cans of Bear Spray, plus we keep a clean camp site and make sure our food is always in a barrel tied high up in the trees. (The one exception is my cream, which is in a thermos, in a thermal bag, tied in the water).
Food barrel tied high in trees.
Keeping my cream cold in the water
Matt and I ready to embark.
We left Canoe Lake at 12:30 p.m., arriving at the first of four portages at 1:45 p.m. Our itinerary went as follows: Canoe Lake to first portage to Joe Lake, then Joe Lake to the East Arm, then to Joe Lake; we avoided the second portage into Lost Joe Lake since the water was high enough to paddle through the river; the next portage was from Lost Joe Lake to Baby Joe Lake, where I proceeded to fall trying to get back into the canoe (the lake was not deep enough for us to sit in and paddle, I walked well hubby pulled the canoe through the river); soaking wet from the waist down and with sore knees since I fell onto rocks, we headed towards the portage to Burnt Island Lake, at this point we had to do the portage since there is a dam between the two lakes. Once in Burnt Island Lake we found a campsite around 5:15 pm. We had spent approximately five hours in the water.
Day two: We awoke around 7 a.m. with a drizzle of rain. Erect second tarp beside the tent, so we do not get wet from the rain. Our daily was spent lazily by the fire playing scrabble and cribbage. There was quite a violent rain and wind storm Saturday night, apparently the remnant of Hurricane Nate. The tarp over our tent did an excellent job of keeping our tent dry. Once the tarp would fill with water, it poured off each side. Around 5 a.m., there was one last huge wind gust that made one of our ropes snap, but this was easily fixed. Another day of relaxation, until I picked up the bear spray and accidentally sprayed myself in the eye. I had neglected to put the safety back on the can after going to the toilet. It sprayed forward, but then there was a back-wind. Thankfully we always have a jug of water on hand, so Matt quickly jumped up with the water, and flushed my left eye. The rest of the day was again spent just relaxing and enjoying the view and silence.
Our two cans of bear spray
Day three: Was shorts and t-shirts. We did some fishing and took lots of pictures. In the afternoon we went for a canoe ride, where I became so involved with picture-taking I didn’t realized I was moving back in my seat, only to fall backwards into the canoe. It hurt, and I couldn’t right myself back into the seat. Matt paddled back to the campsite so he could remove me from the canoe. (I tend to be the comic relief).
Laying down in the canoe because I fell backwards. Please ignore the rat’s nest of a hairdo I have.
Day four: Monday, another day of tuning out and enjoying nature.
Day five: We packed up our campsite and started the paddle back home.
Over the five days, we snapped, between the two of us, with our Nikon’s and phones over 1000 pictures. Here are a select few:
I couldn’t get enough of the sunsets in Algonquin:
One of the worst problems when I am canoeing with my husband is apparently my ability to sit centre in the canoe, he thinks I sit a little too far to the left which in turn throws him off-balance. I on the other hand am pretty sure that I am sitting in the middle of the canoe because I line my girlie parts up with the keel of the canoe. Sounds silly right, but think about it for a minute, (probably easier for my female readers). If you refer to the picture above, you can see the keel in the middle and the two other indentations to the right and left (sorry I have no idea what they are actually called). Anyways, I line my knees up with these indentations, thus my girlie parts are dead centre. Yet according to the husband, I am still crooked, so after much discussion (what else does one chat about when stuck in a canoe for four and a half hours with their better half), the only amicable decision we could agree upon was my girlie parts must be crooked.
We camped on a pretty large lake when we were in Algonquin Provincial Park, Burnt Island Lake. There are quite a few campsites on the lake that are very private because they are off the beaten path. From our site, you could see canoes in the distance that were either heading further into the lake, or to another portage, which brought me to the second problem I had – rocks look like canoes. They really do, especially when you are looking from afar, but you would think that after I had mistaken the first rock as a canoe, I wouldn’t do it again. Nope. All weekend, I would see either the same rock or a different one, and point it out to my husband, who would look, than laugh, then say “you’ve done it again dear, it’s a rock”. Damn.
Here are some of the pictures from our camping trip, I hope you enjoy them.
We had the pleasure of enjoying an amazing sunset on the Saturday of our trip. I took picture after picture, because I could not believe the amazing colours (no filter) in the sky. Here are just a few of them: