Red Squirrel Shenanigans

 Yesterday I watched two tiny Red Squirrels chase each other madly around a tree trunk.  Every now and then they'd stop and sit still for a moment before resuming their mad dash.  I think this has got to be a sign of spring!  Sorry I don't have a video!  Use your imagination!

Here they go, one after another.

Then a brief pause to breath.

And off they go again.

Til finally they stop on opposite sides of the tree and take a breather.  Our February entertainment!

Catching Up On Winter

 While we've been enjoying some summer time canoeing, it's still winter here!  We've had an interesting mix of snowfalls, but haven't had a thaw in weeks, unusual for this time of year.  The snow just accumulates and stays, now about 18" deep.

Near the beginning of the month we had a pretty gentle snowfall, leaving the branches coated in snowflakes.

I tried hard to get a close-up, but this was the best I could do with my iphone, shooting through the back window.

The view was totally white and our snowstick was just a lump of snow.

Then four days later the sun came out to a beautiful winter's day!

William

 Today is William's birthday.

He would have been 49.  We love him every day.

The French River Part III

 Dalles Rapid Is a serious bit of whitewater that canoeists would plan to portage, especially when there's a wide open area of bedrock to portage over, a relic of the lumbering days when they ran logs through this area.  We weren't going further downstream so we just had lunch and enjoyed ourselves for a couple of hours.

I got down really low on the shore and tried for the view a canoeist would have.  Looked pretty terrifying to me!

In fact there was a grave marker for Doug Smoot, who drowned when his motorboat got sucked in, and he wasn't wearing a life jacket.

It couldn't be a more typical place for pine trees and granite!

I did stop briefly for a picture of the old 'Alligator' boiler.  'Alligators' were steam-powered barges that pulled the logs rafts.

It was a long paddle back home, but we made it after an interesting day on the water.

That evening was a beautiful sunset.

And the next morning a beautiful sunrise.  And with that I headed home, and our winter revisiting of my canoe trips is over.  Hope you enjoyed it!

The French River Part II

 We decided just to explore around the lodge on day two, after the long drive plus a long paddle to get there on day one.  The lodge is surrounded by several very narrow bedrock channels, providing great things to see.

At this narrow gap in the bedrock you could literally hit the rock on both sides with your paddle.  The whiter rocks are evidence of a higher water flow; we were there in September.

Some gorgeously coloured maple leaves on small saplings.

And look at the fold in this bedrock!

I wandered a trail behind the lodge and found plenty of mushrooms, including these Death Angels, deadly poisonous.

You could see where vegetation was protected by the winter snowpack.  These White Pine branches spread out over the ground, suggesting protective snow cover about a foot deep.

On the next day we figured we'd better have a longer paddle, so we headed southward to find Dalles Rapid.  The White Pine were tall, with their branches all blown one direction.

At one stop we found a collection of shells on the rock, evidence of otters feeding.

Then we got to the rapids.  We stopped to explore, roaming over the bedrock.  This is probably a Class III rapid, certainly not anything any of us would be comfortable running!

The French River, Episode 11

 The French River is a trip we took (for the third time) just 6 months before I became paralyzed, so I have lots of photos from that trip.  I can also tell you about the original trip Thr French is set in granite and pine country, and features long narrow channels carved out of the bedrock.  It's a key part of the original fur trade route followed by the voyageurs starting in the 1600s.

Here's one of the first channels you come to, granite rocks covered in pine trees providing your scenery.

If you're headed west, out toward the outer delta, you would start at Hartley Bay Marina, located some distance south of Sudbury.  As you can see lots of people start here.  There are few cottages, most of the area is now a provincial park, but it's popular for fishing.

On our final trip we opted to avoid portages and whitewater, and stayed at an old fishing lodge, approached down one of these bedrock channels.

I could just stop paddling and coast for hours, absorbing the classic northern Ontario scenery.

The French River Lodge is a typical northern Ontario fishing lodge, with one large building, but several smaller cabins.  We rented a smaller cabin for five days, planning to paddle out and back in each day.

The old boathouse/workshop was a treasure trove of everything you might need for fishing and fishing boats.

On the second day we set out to do a little very local exploring, as the lodge was very close to some interesting bedrock channels.  More on Tuesday.

The Original French River Trip

The original French River trip went mush further than this one, paddling down one long narrow bedrock channel after another, following what we thought was the probable route of the voyageurs.  We had a provincial historian on that trip, so we learned a lot about the fur trade.  Eventually we came to the outer delta.

It was here we were told, that the voyageurs had a large campsite, just before they headed out into the open waters of Georgian Bay.  We got out of the canoes and wandered for an hour.  We thought we found the location of the site, but no artifacts.  In another location there's a short rail track for hauling larger boats up the slope.

We explored along the shore heading east to look for an alternate channel to return.  There we ended up among the 'Fingerboards', short narrow ridges of bedrock, as short as a few feet long and one foot wide, just rising above the water.  It was fascinating!  This is where I borrowed a one=person canoe and went for a paddle.  That settled it; I was getting one of these for myself!

This was by far my favourite trip of the ten I did with my friends.  I think it was a combination of several things.  By this point, after several trips, I knew what I was doing (mostly).  It was a landscape embedded in history.  And it featured that classic northern scenery, bedrock and pines.  I'd go again in a snap!

The Beaver River, Again - Episode 10

We've visited the Beaver River before, several posts back, but here's another route higher upstream that's very interesting too.  It meanders slowly through a huge Silver Maple Swamp, dodging logjams and encountering wildlife.  It was the closest easy paddle to our previous home.  And it was a designated canoe route, with safe access points.

The reflections were striking in early spring or 2015, the leaves just emerging.

I really like this picture, showing what paddling through a swamp is like.

These are the sorts of logjams you encounter.  In this case we were able to slip through by ducking under some branches.  Free Spirit Tours runs canoe trips on the Beaver River, so they make sure logjams aren't completely blocking the river.

We saw occasional Canada Geese; if they didn't call and fly quickly away you knew a nest was nearby.

We also passed one beaver lodge.

And surprisingly saw several Egrets.  Can you spot it?

After an hour or so, the scenery opened up and forest cover was a little less dense.

Double-crested Cormorants roosting in a tree.

You could spot ice damage on the lower trunks of nearby trees.

And another Egret standing along the shore.

In fact, as we approached the bridge and the take-out point, I counted four Egrets together on the bank.  This is a very peaceful and easy three hour paddle, but quite interesting at the same time, particularly if you combine it with the lower section which I've already described.

The Burnside River

The most distant and challenging canoe trip I joined my group of buddies on was the Burnside in the Arctic.  The Burnside is a typical Arctic River, well beyond the tree  line, bouncing down a constant gradient providing almost continuous Class I, II and III rapids.  There are very few portages, but one giant one, six kilometres long, over a significant hill!  It's been described as the 'Burnside Death March'!

We flew in from Yellowknife heading over 400 km. northeast until we could land on a lake that wasn't still frozen solid - Kathawachaga Lake.  From there it was just bouncing downstream until we came to the killer portage around the Burnside Falls, to emerge at Bathurst Inlet, a tiny hamlet with access to the Arctic Ocean.

The Burnside is known as a wildlife river, with guided expeditions speaking of Muskox, Grizzlies, Wolf and other species, but we saw few of these - only a grizzly at a great distance as we started the portage.  However, we did pass a narrow point of the river where the local Caribou herd migrated.  With Inuit hunting at that point we did find a significant pile of Caribou antlers and bones.

The paddling was great. the current was so constant that we really didn't have to paddle for momentum, rather we had to paddle to avoid boulders!  So it was often the bow person's job to be on the lookout and pull the canoe sideways with a draw stroke or two!  I was kept on my toes, but enjoyed it immensely.  I won't describe the 'portage from hell' in detail, suffice it say it was three times as long as any other portage I've done, as well as being uphill in part - a big long hill!

This was the only trip where we took a large tent we christened the 'tundra tunnel'.  It was large enough we could all gather inside, away from the bugs that swarmed around once we stopped to camp.  It got us out of the wind too; the low end helps prevent the tent from being blown away!.  It's the big blue tent in this picture.

We did make it successfully to Bathurst Inlet, to find no-one there, so we set up camp on the airstrip, and waited for pickup and our return flight to Yellowknife.  All in all the most exciting canoeing I'd ever done!