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I don’t mean long carries between lakes or watersheds, I mean the furthest you have carried to first day launch the canoe at water’s edge.
I don’t recall carrying more than a few hundred yards, a quarter mile at most, and I cart canoe and gear at launches with whenever I comfortably can.
But, a long-standing fantasy was to get some lightweight boat – initially a UL pack canoe on a cradle adapted backpack frame, or later, a packing in lightweight folder or inflatable - and hike it up to some largish alpine lake in the Rockies with a sizable mid-lake island. I did not have the mad-money to realize any of those portable-boat fantasies at the time.
I would fish the edges of those lakes, gaze out at the island and wonder “When was the last time anyone set foot out there?” and, especially, “How cool would it be to set up camp out there?”
The ubiquitously named “Island Lake” in the Wind River’s Titcomb Basin held special fascination; I felt drawn, repeatedly, to someday set foot on that island, and seriously considered packing in a cheap pool-toy raft, and trying to swim my garbage-bag waterproofed backpack out to the island, to camp there, prowl the island and fish the shores. Just out, and a couple days later, back to shore.
Couldawoulda, maybe shoulda, but that water was testify freaking cold. Swimming my gear out never happened, perhaps a wise choice.
With the advent of lighter weight skin on frames, quality inflatables and weird origami folders someone has probably beat me to it. I bet the never-before bank fishing is excellent out on those islands. And I somehow hope they didn’t use an inflatable stand up paddle board to get out there and back.
Well, OK, if someone did, more power to them; the last human out there, and on alpine islands elsewhere, may have been some Shoshone brave on a dare, earning the honorific title Ka'iH Bozha.
Translated as “He of the shrunken testicles”
What was your longest carry to water, or remains your longest unrealized carry-in fantasy ?
I don’t recall carrying more than a few hundred yards, a quarter mile at most, and I cart canoe and gear at launches with whenever I comfortably can.
But, a long-standing fantasy was to get some lightweight boat – initially a UL pack canoe on a cradle adapted backpack frame, or later, a packing in lightweight folder or inflatable - and hike it up to some largish alpine lake in the Rockies with a sizable mid-lake island. I did not have the mad-money to realize any of those portable-boat fantasies at the time.
I would fish the edges of those lakes, gaze out at the island and wonder “When was the last time anyone set foot out there?” and, especially, “How cool would it be to set up camp out there?”
The ubiquitously named “Island Lake” in the Wind River’s Titcomb Basin held special fascination; I felt drawn, repeatedly, to someday set foot on that island, and seriously considered packing in a cheap pool-toy raft, and trying to swim my garbage-bag waterproofed backpack out to the island, to camp there, prowl the island and fish the shores. Just out, and a couple days later, back to shore.
Couldawoulda, maybe shoulda, but that water was testify freaking cold. Swimming my gear out never happened, perhaps a wise choice.
With the advent of lighter weight skin on frames, quality inflatables and weird origami folders someone has probably beat me to it. I bet the never-before bank fishing is excellent out on those islands. And I somehow hope they didn’t use an inflatable stand up paddle board to get out there and back.
Well, OK, if someone did, more power to them; the last human out there, and on alpine islands elsewhere, may have been some Shoshone brave on a dare, earning the honorific title Ka'iH Bozha.
Translated as “He of the shrunken testicles”
What was your longest carry to water, or remains your longest unrealized carry-in fantasy ?