We finally woke up to a bluebird day on day five. I was very excited about this because I knew it would be our longest day yet. We had a 3090 metre portage, a paddle through an unnamed pond and then another 400 metre portage and a paddle through Threenarrows Lake to Doris Island.
If you’ve read my previous blogs about an earlier canoe trip in Algonquin, you will know that I completed an 8-9 kilometre portage round trip that was very difficult. I wasn’t sure what the 3090m would be like in Killarney but reports noted that it was fairly flat.
The portage trail itself was beautiful. We hiked the first 15 minutes before a pond on the map and I waited with Banjo while B went back for the canoe. To pass time, I started reading Ghost Walker by R.D. Lawrence (my favourite author) out loud to keep myself occupied for the next 30 minutes.
If only I had been more adventurous and walked up the portage a little ways while B was gone because when he came back we continued on our way and hiked right alongside a beaver pond with the most beautiful view! I captured a few photographs, but with more time I could have taken more.
I stopped 4 times along the 3090m to wait for B to go back for the canoe. By the time we paddled across the unnamed pond to the 400m portage into Threenarrows, it had been about 3 hours.
Doris Island was about half way on the lake and a good campsite to settle on before we paddled down the rest of the lake the following morning to prepare for the hardest portage on the trip, ‘The Pig’.
It was a nice paddle through the narrows with granite cliffs and a view of the La Cloche Mountains. When we reached the island, we were greeted with orange tape, garbage, toilet paper all over the place and human feces. I really don’t understand why people can’t use the thunderbox and feel the need to go all over the island. Don’t they realize that other people will be camping there too?
We watched the first real sunset on this lake and had a nice warming fire before bedtime.
At some point during the night, Banjo barked and B jumped out of bed and out of the tent then disappeared. I could hear banging around. The wind had picked up overnight and actually blew our canoe into the water and B got down there just in time to get it. From that point on, the canoe was always tied up. We were lucky.
Because of the strong wind, we thought it best to break camp early. I wasn’t quite ready to get up as early as B, so I missed a great sunrise and a bald eagle that landed in a tree in front of B! So far he saw the porcupine and eagle.
We had a nice paddle down the narrows to the last campsite on the lake closest to our portage on day seven. It was a great campsite, but B made it even better by cleaning up around the fire pit and rearranging all of the benches.
I read a few pages of Ghost Walker to B when we heard some neat birds flying into our site. With a closer look there were 3 Gray Jays. I had never seen them before. I loved watching them and tried to get close enough for a photo but they flew away. I went back to reading my book when R.D. Lawrence described being at camp in the Selkirk Mountains in British Columbia studying mountain lions, when 3 Gray Jays flew into his camp. A coincidence? Anyone who knows me and my love for R.D. Lawrence, would understand that this is no coincidence but just another happening between him and I. It’s magical.
It started to rain at 6:30PM so we called it a night. 12 hours in the tent is a long time.