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I saw the weather report for this week and when the option of a cabin stay in Ear Falls was officially taken off the table I decided to get outta Town for a few days. There is a nice spot by Bissett MB that gets me onto the lower Wanipigow River. We have been there a couple of times. It used to be quite pretty but burned about 4 years ago. I thought it might be time to scope out the portages to see what work they might need.
Another consideration is that it is a short easy paddle that gets me to a good campsite in a couple of hours at my speed.
I threw together some gear at short notice, which I further pared down later by leaving some in the trunk of the car. Yes car. I dug the old roof racks that Mem gave me out of the garage and bolted them onto my Buick after some slight alteration. I have to say, they worked awesome. In the spirit of get er done, I left final packing to the morning of departure. Once it was all stuffed into packs, which I had had to reassemble the night before, I sauntered over to the hardware store to round up some muscle to get my Cottage Bruiser out of the rack in the boathouse. That was too easy and I was on the road by a respectable 10.00.
I was on the water by 2.00 with the first port only 300m away. That one turned out to need some deadfall cut out and a little trail reconstruction done. As I got to the far end I saw two moose swimming the river just an easy rifle shot away. I grunted a couple of times and they stopped to look at me. Nice start to the trip.
From there I paddled rather slowly up the Wani looking for a small creek that supposedly empties out of another lake. It appears to be not running any more.Quick port across a small island then across a pool to my campsite.
Wow. The fire hit here full bore. Trees down everywhere and just a lot of bare rock. No problem. Have chainsaw, will travel. It actually took about an hour to assess and clean out a site.Then set up camp, supper, make a firepit, cut more wood and make an ad hoc bear fence. The usual crap. I got a fire going and roasted some marshmallows and had tea and a cigar. Ahhhhh the good life. And chocolate. Did I mention chocolate?
Thursday I scooted across with my trail fixin gear and scoped out the remains of the port from hell. In the end I opted to change the trail a bit as some other poor SOB's had hacked a path through the jungle and I felt it would have been rude of me not to take advantage of their hard work.It looks like they only had an axe to work with so there was A LOT of cutting to do. At my pace it turned into an all day job. But you could drive a truck through there now.
And that was the end of that foolishness. I did spend some time back at camp in the heat of the day napping and sitting in the rapids to cool down. I even made a bench at the firepit. But the prospect of dragging my canoe over 400m of portage, twice, to get to the other two ports a little farther upstream just was not giving me any warm fuzzy feelings. Maybe later on this fall. Or some other time. But that was plenty. And plenty hard at that. My bush pants and shirt are torn beyond repair and I was suffering from some new bruises. I felt good but knew not to push it any more. I probably overdid it to be honest anyways.
Friday I broke camp and headed back out the way I came with some more trail maintenance on the first port. Left Bissett at 1.00 and got home, with a pizza, @ 4.30. The wind on the way back was fierce. 60 km/hr. It blew me off the side onto the shoulder a couple of times but those racks held and I was mighty glad when I shut er off in the driveway.
Nope, no pictures. The batteries in the camera were dead and the spares were too. I guess the grandfathers wanted me to just enjoy being there. Sometimes they do stuff like that.
It was a great little last minute trip and I was able to test my ability on a solo. Its not great but still doable if I keep my pace slow and the distance short.I think I have a couple more left in me yet.
Christy
Another consideration is that it is a short easy paddle that gets me to a good campsite in a couple of hours at my speed.
I threw together some gear at short notice, which I further pared down later by leaving some in the trunk of the car. Yes car. I dug the old roof racks that Mem gave me out of the garage and bolted them onto my Buick after some slight alteration. I have to say, they worked awesome. In the spirit of get er done, I left final packing to the morning of departure. Once it was all stuffed into packs, which I had had to reassemble the night before, I sauntered over to the hardware store to round up some muscle to get my Cottage Bruiser out of the rack in the boathouse. That was too easy and I was on the road by a respectable 10.00.
I was on the water by 2.00 with the first port only 300m away. That one turned out to need some deadfall cut out and a little trail reconstruction done. As I got to the far end I saw two moose swimming the river just an easy rifle shot away. I grunted a couple of times and they stopped to look at me. Nice start to the trip.
From there I paddled rather slowly up the Wani looking for a small creek that supposedly empties out of another lake. It appears to be not running any more.Quick port across a small island then across a pool to my campsite.
Wow. The fire hit here full bore. Trees down everywhere and just a lot of bare rock. No problem. Have chainsaw, will travel. It actually took about an hour to assess and clean out a site.Then set up camp, supper, make a firepit, cut more wood and make an ad hoc bear fence. The usual crap. I got a fire going and roasted some marshmallows and had tea and a cigar. Ahhhhh the good life. And chocolate. Did I mention chocolate?
Thursday I scooted across with my trail fixin gear and scoped out the remains of the port from hell. In the end I opted to change the trail a bit as some other poor SOB's had hacked a path through the jungle and I felt it would have been rude of me not to take advantage of their hard work.It looks like they only had an axe to work with so there was A LOT of cutting to do. At my pace it turned into an all day job. But you could drive a truck through there now.
And that was the end of that foolishness. I did spend some time back at camp in the heat of the day napping and sitting in the rapids to cool down. I even made a bench at the firepit. But the prospect of dragging my canoe over 400m of portage, twice, to get to the other two ports a little farther upstream just was not giving me any warm fuzzy feelings. Maybe later on this fall. Or some other time. But that was plenty. And plenty hard at that. My bush pants and shirt are torn beyond repair and I was suffering from some new bruises. I felt good but knew not to push it any more. I probably overdid it to be honest anyways.
Friday I broke camp and headed back out the way I came with some more trail maintenance on the first port. Left Bissett at 1.00 and got home, with a pizza, @ 4.30. The wind on the way back was fierce. 60 km/hr. It blew me off the side onto the shoulder a couple of times but those racks held and I was mighty glad when I shut er off in the driveway.
Nope, no pictures. The batteries in the camera were dead and the spares were too. I guess the grandfathers wanted me to just enjoy being there. Sometimes they do stuff like that.
It was a great little last minute trip and I was able to test my ability on a solo. Its not great but still doable if I keep my pace slow and the distance short.I think I have a couple more left in me yet.
Christy