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2005 - Woodland Caribou - Wallace Lake Entry

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Published by vdewit on May 19th, 2009
Trip Details
Trip Activity: 
Canoe
Location: 
Woodland Caribou Provincial Park
Trip Date: 
June 13, 2005 - June 18, 2005
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(info from Ontario Parks)

 

This northern wilderness "where nature still rules" is so remote that canoe trippers and sport fishing enthusiasts can penetrate its interior and reach its backcountry campsites and outpost lodges only by water or by air. Home to one of the largest herds of woodland caribou south of Hudson Bay, this weathered Arctic watershed, once travelled by fur traders, promises ancient pictographs, howling wolves under starry skies, soaring eagles, solitude and adventure.

We get ready to launch into the unknown yet again!
Eric is the rookie - so he gets to start the first fire. I don't think it took too much gasoline!
Why does supper always taste so good when you're outside?
The setting is peaceful as we prepare camp for the night on the first day out.
Dad and Ron start out Tuesday morning by navigating the contents of their canoe.
Rod and I wait in the canoe while the others prepare to embark on a portage.
Our second campsite is amazing! Beautiful views and on a pininsula so we get the evening breezes.
This osprey was not impressed when we invaded her space.
Sitting around the campfire as the night air turns cold and the evening birds start their chorus.
Dad thinks he knows where we should go next.
The scenary makes Jon and Eric look small. The fish that Eric has just hauled in thinks that they look plenty big!
Bill and Harry are in 'cruise' mode.
Taking a power snack break along the way to our campsite on the third day. The weather is cooperating very nicely.
Our third campsite was a bit more rustic but was still fantastic with plenty of room.
Another view of our campsite on the third day.
A nice lake trout provides excellent entertainment!
Eric hauls in another nice laker.
Evening sets in as the excitement of nailing our first big lake trout is put on hold with the coming darkness.
Bill cashes in on the trout-citement!
Ladies Slipper is always a welcome sight in the spring in Woodland Caribou.
The forest looks enchanting with the bright sunlight filtering down through the trees.
Eric connects with another friendly fish.
Dad always looks so inviting after four days in the bush! ;-)
Our fourth campsite is really nice - probably the best one. The views were open and the breezes kept the bugs away at night.
Funny how these trout like deep-diving Rapalas so much. Especially when reeled in at 100 miles per hour.
Ron enjoys a relaxing moment with his Reformed Perspective. I think when he sees this picture Ron will want to be back in this spot!
Bill and Jon are busy cleaning the lake trout we caught. The best supper I've had all year so far!
Just one example of the gorgeous sunsets we enjoyed every night of the trip.
The goal was a bigger fire every night. I think this was the record - it got a little warm.
The fifth morning dawns calm and clear.
This 'little' guy was hovering nicely right over our campstove!
A rare white Ladies Slipper was on our portage trail on the fifth morning.
Vern and Rod come out of a portage trail.
Dad and Ron are always looking for more thrills. We can't stop them from taking every opportunity to take unnecessary risks. Someone should tell their wives.
Dad puts out the morning fire on our last day.
You can tell that Bill is organized. He spends a lot of time organizing! ;-)
Jon caught the only walleye of the trip and it was nice and big to top it all off!
One last colorful flower on the way out.
What a great trip! Another spring wraps up with one of the best canoe trips ever. Can't wait till next year!

Hidden in the bland ink of a

Submitted by alandoland on September 29, 2009 - 05:01.
Hidden in the bland ink of a topographical map are places of flat, swampy land where rivers meander, winding back and forth, sometimes wide and deep, but often narrow and celebrex shallow. Late in the season plants grow tall. The domain of the canoe traveler shrinks down and presses close. People become small, like mice making their way through a field of tall grass. And just as lotrel mice, people become alert and alive, smelling the heavy air, their eyes darting back and forth, straining to see beyond the next curving loop. Every small detail is observed renova and explored and savored. As eyes strain, the mind also strains, making pictures of what may be, grasping at each smell and sound, remembering all other wilderness rivers it has seen, and imagined and dreamed.