French River Trip, September 4-9, 2008.

Day One, September 04, 2008. 

Paddling time: 3 hours 05 minutes. 

Trip Length: 13.7 km. 

 We left Toronto at 7:20 am and stopped only once for coffee. Arrived at 11:00 am at the Hungry Bear Restaurant; Mike and Morgan had already been there waiting for us. After a traditional lunch (excellent flame-grilled burger), we drove for about 25 minutes to Hartley Bay House and Marina, where we rented the canoes and purchase park permits. As planned, we were on the water on 01:00 pm. Our goal was to reach a campsite just before the Dalles Rapids. We headed south on Wanapitei Bay, passed the entrance to the Western Channel and took the Main Channel. 

At the Elbow we turned right and soon began looking for a campsite. All campsites were vacant, we checked out campsite #624 and the next one (which did not even appear on the map)—they were quite nice, yet we could not find space to set up even one tent. Eventually, we selected campsite # 625, (N45 58 16.2 W80 52 10.3) which had a beach, plenty of space for many tents and enough trees for hammocks. Not far from the campsite were rusty remnants of old machinery, apparently an alligator. 

Alligators were shallow draft boats, with side-mounted paddle wheels, powered by a 20 horsepower steam engine and provided with a cable winch and large anchor. By using the winch they could pull themselves over land, around portages and up as much as a 20 degree incline at the rate of 1 to 2 1/2 miles per day. And they could haul a boom of some 60,000 logs across water against all but the strongest winds. They were heavily but simply built, making rebuilding and repair easy. We would see several of old shells of such alligators from now on—once they must have been a very popular sight in this area. In the evening I went paddling solo and caught one pike and one bass, which we promptly grilled over the fire (I might add right now that these were the only fish I caught during the whole trip). In the evening it started to rain, then we saw lighting and eventually had to sit under a tarp to finish our supper.

Day Two, September 05, 2008. 

Paddling time: 4 hours 46 minutes. 

Trip Length: 5.4 km. 

After breakfast we packed and were on the water; minutes later we reached the beginning of the Dalles Rapids Portage. According to the information on the map, the portage was supposed to be 180 km. long, but we soon realized it was much longer (according to my GPS, at least 310 m.). Apparently it must have been changed since 1995, when I was there for the first time, because I certainly remember it was much shorter then! 

It took us several trips to carry all our gear; Mike was kind enough to carry BOTH canoes for us. Anyway, the portage turned out to be the lowest point of our trip, perhaps because it was 130 meters longer than we expected, we were not prepared for portaging and had to walk numerous times to bring our gear. Of course, we also stopped to take a look at the Dalles Rapids (when we returned to Hartley Bay House & Marina, we were told that three weeks ago somebody’s motor boat had been pulled into the Dalles Rapids; the boater had not worn a lifejacket and unfortunately drowned). In 1995 I set up my tent on the flat rock just next to the rapids; today at the very spot a marker is erected, saying, “Final Resting Place of Garth L. Smoot ‘Doug’”. Well, you can’t wish a better resting place! 

After a quick rest we were again on the water. From the Dalles Rapids south the scenery changes, it becomes more rocky and quite scenic with all those interesting rocks formations. After a while we saw the old ruins of a mill at the location of French River Village, which we were planning to explore the next day. Once the Main Channel entered Georgian Bay, we spotted a campsite at the Bluff Point on our left—campsite # 714 (N45 56 30.1 W80 54 00.5). It provided a great view of the French River as well as Georgia Bay. In front of us was Sabine Island; initially we were hoping to camp there, but the campsite had already been occupied. 

Again we had some problems finding a good place to set up a tent; eventually we had to settle on a rocky, damp depression. An old rusty ring was attached to the rock, another remainder of the extensive logging operations that used to take place in this area; we used it for attaching water container while filtering our water. Every night we saw flashing beacons from two lighthouses as well as were treated to the Northern Lights, which however did not look anything like on photographs; in fact, initially we thought it was the night lights of Sudbury.

Day Three, September 06, 2008. 

Paddling time: 4 hours 04 minutes. 

Trip Length: 6.9 km. 

The weather was excellent, not a drop of rain! We chose to spend two nights on this campsite, so did not have to go through the packing/unpacking ritual again. After breakfast we paddled to the site of French River Village. Along the rocky shores we spotted a couple of old rings and hooks as well as old, rusty metal parts, hardly identifiable by now. The first structure, still visible from the river, is the ruins of the old mill.

When we walked further, we saw more ruins, a big metal wheel (probably part of the mill) and some old machinery equipment. Using a map, I tried to find the main street of French River Village. After walking for about 15 minutes on rocky ridges, I finally was standing in a ‘channel’ between two long rocks; apparently, the area between those long rocks used to be the main street and the houses stood 

on those rocks.

Unfortunately, due to very dense growth, I was unable to see anything interesting, nevertheless this area was very similar to an old photograph of French River Village, apparently showing this very location—after all, the building were gone, yet the rocks remain. Here and there I saw the unmistakable black bear poop and had to watch for the venomous Massasauga Rattlesnake which is relatively common in that area—not to mention the ubiquitous poison ivy, about which I had totally forgotten! 

Later I saw solid foundations of a structure (prison?), several metal pipes, rusty implements, bricks… It was difficult to believe at this place had up to 600 permanent residents and swelled to up to 1,500 in the summer! Since the map also showed a cemetery on the opposite bank of the river, I decided to paddle there and find it. We found a small bay, full of logs, most likely around 100 years old and could see the lighthouse (apparently it’s the original French River Village Lighthouse, yet nowadays fully automatic). After spending well over one hour looking for the cemetery, I gave up—the area was very swampy, had two big bear droppings and some of the rocks were difficult to climb. So, I still don’t know if the cemetery is somewhere else or since it’s not marked, it’s easy to overlook it. While standing on top of the rock, on my right I could see the mouth of the Main Channel, with our campsite, on the right… I took a look at a copy of an old photograph from a book on the area and bingo!—it turned out it had been taken from the very same spot I was standing now! I could clearly see the characteristic outline of the bay (where I left my canoe) as well as the opposite shore. The photograph showed that very same shore, albeit with a row of houses along it; today the only visible structure was the lighthouse and the ruins of the mill…The funny thing is that on that old photo the small bay is also cluttered with logs, like these days!

We paddled back to the campsite. Afterward I paddled solo on Georgian Bay, exploring the bays and channels just behind our campsite, trying, in vain, my luck in fishing, and simply enjoying the beautiful weather! Later I found out that Morgan had seen a rattlesnake on our campsite. I spent some time at that very spot with my camera, but never spotted one. 

Day Four, September 07, 2008. 

Paddling time: 3 hours 20 minutes. 

Trip Length: 8.9 km.

Our plan was to find a nice campsite east of the entrance to the Eastern Outlet; for the first time we were going to paddle on Georgian Bay, often being exposed to strong winds. However, the weather appeared to be OK and the only problem was navigating among numerous islands and rocks that dot that area; again, the GPS turned out to be invaluable. Once more we passed abundant relics from the days of logging in the delta, including some machinery up on a rock (another alligator, I presume).

Whereas in front of us (i.e., the east) the sky was blue and cloudless, something definitively very ominous was brewing behind us—the sky was dark, we characteristic rain streaks in the sky far from us and the whole cloud formation seemed to move towards us. Once we saw a lighting, we knew it was the time to seek shelter.

We spotted a small bay to our left and promptly paddled there; as were entering it, a small black bear cub appeared on the left shore, but had been gone by the time some of us could even see us. Out of caution, we decided to stop on the opposite rock (N45 55 34.0 W80 51 53.9). I covered my canoe with a tarp and walk up the rock, where the four of were sitting under a spread tarp, supported by our paddles (courtesy of Mike and Morgan). 

It was raining hard, we saw lightings indicating the storm was very close to us. Thirty minutes later the weather cleared, it even became sunny and after bailing the water, we were ready to continue on. Finally we found campsite # 920 (N45 55 05.6 W80 49 50.1) on an island just north of Finger Island.

What a fantastic campsite! The view was just spectacular, we had total privacy, did not see any boats or canoes, the tent was set up on a flat rock and even the nearby privy offered an amazing view of the area! We wished we could have stayed two nights on this campsite, but since it was becoming windy—and we had to paddle back on Georgian Bay—we decided to leave this campsite next morning. 

Day Five, September 08, 2008. 

Paddling time: 1 hour 46 minutes. 

Trip Length: 4.9 km. 

Since the scenery around the campsite was so magnificent, I was up before 06:00 am and took a number of photographs in the morning. Some of the rocks exhibited very interesting patters, similar to those on Wreck Island in the Massasauga Park. 

The wind was gradually getting stronger, yet we decided depart and paddle to a campsite somewhere before the Bass Lake portage (Tramway). This was one of our heaviest paddle days, as the wind made paddling very strenuous and we had to keep our canoes at the 45-90 degree angle towards the waves to avoid capsizing the canoe. We rested a short time sheltered by Dock Island and while paddling to another sheltered channel, we passed a group of kayakers. A black bear appeared on the shore, but it was gone before I was able to take a good photo.

It took us another 30 minutes to go through the Parting Channel and to Obstacle Island where we found our last campsite of this trip, # 718 (N45 55 52.2 W80 52 27.0). This rocky island was very scenic and the view magnificent. There were plenty of blueberry bushes with ripe berries—a good sign, we concluded, as it meant there were no bears on the island (actually, I don’t know how we would feel if, after setting up our tents, we’d realize we share the island with a black bear…). After our daily rituals—starting the fire and having supper—we sat around the fire for an hour or tow and went to our tents & hammocks just past midnight. 

Day Six, September 08, 2008. 

Paddling time: 6 hours 07 minutes. 

Trip Length: 20.4 km. 

We were up at 6:00 am, just in case we encounter strong head winds. By 8:20 am we were on the water and in several minutes reached the Bass Lake Portage, the so-called “Tramway”. The tramway was constructed in the early 20th century so logging companies could transport heavy equipment and machinery, then abandoned, then rebuilt and is now maintained by the Friends of the French River and the Ministry of Natural Resources. There was a wheelbarrow and a cart to carry the canoe, yet it was inoperable, so Mike and Morgan gratefully volunteered to carry the canoe in the traditional way. 

The area around the portage is very pictographic. We continued on Bass Lake and then north on the Eastern Channel, where on campsite # 623 had a quick lunch and turned right, passed an old cottage, then turned left into the Canoe Channel. The scenery was very serene, we did not see too many boats and slowly approached Canal Island, paddled south of it and in no time were on Wanapitei Bay, keeping to close to the right shore to avoid the wind. We arrived back at Hartley Bay House and Marina at 02:30 pm. Wow, we made it! Later we drove to the Hungry Bear Restaurant where we had our ‘civilized’ lunch and said goodbye. On our way back to Toronto I stopped to take several photographs of an interesting abandoned gas & service station as well as visited an Indian reserve. We arrived in Toronto about 10 pm.

More photos from this trip: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/sets/72157607384417613/

French River Canoeing Trip, Ontario, Canada, August 19-22, 2008

Day One, August 19, 2008: Paddling time: 3 hours 38 minutes. Trip Length: 14.3 km. 

 After a pleasant drive from Toronto and traditional lunch in the Hungry Bear Restaurant on highway 69, we drove to Hartley Bay House & Marina. The main office is located just meters from train tracks—there are a lot of trains passing through, almost all freight trains, but none stops there.

 

After getting park permits, renting a canoe, unloading our car and having it parked (yes, this place does provide a valet service!), we loaded our canoe and commenced our journey. The weather was nice and the wind barely noticeable. Once we reached Wanapitei Bay, we headed south and turned right into the Western Channel. To our right we passed Atwood Island, Dead Dog Island, Little Pig Island and finally paddled in the channel between King’s Island and Pig Island. There were a couple of campsites available, but since our plan was to stay on the same campsite for three nights, we hoped to get something more scenic. Eventually, we entered into a nice bay between Pig Island, King’s Island and Dispute Islands, with a spectacular rock that resembled the famous Mazinaw Rock at Bon Echo Provincial Park. According to the map (and my reliable GPS) site # 703 (N46 01 12.0 W80 54 17.8) was supposed to be located just opposite the rock. Well, a camping site was there, all right, but we could not see any ‘official’ sign.

 

Eventually we decided to disembark and check the site out. It was quite rocky, with many fallen trees and even an attached ‘washroom’ marker. As it turned out, the campsite sign was affixed to a tree—which had apparently been felled by strong winds. In no time we had the tent up and fire going. In the evening took the canoe and went fishing; in less than one hour managed to catch a pike, which we grilled over the fire, as well as I caught a catfish later on. It took me at least 30 minutes to clean & skin it, but it made excellent breakfast next day!). Just in case, we hanged our food on a rope spread between two trees, yet we never had problems with any animals, be it black bears or raccoons. Amazingly, mosquitoes were almost nonexistent. Now and then we saw a motorboat, but they were quite far from us. There were other campers staying on campsite # 702, just across the channel (700 m. from us) as we saw their faint campfire at night.

 

Day Two, August 20, 2008: Paddling time: 5 hours 31 minutes. Trip Length: 18.7 km.

 

 I was up after 06:00 am to take photographs of the mist coming off the water, it was really amazing! After catfish breakfast we decided to paddle to the Old Voyageur Channel—the route traditionally used by the Voyageurs in the 18 and 19 century. This is also the route described by many explorers, including Alexander Mackenzie over 200 years ago. We passed Crombie Bay and proceeded west, the route was straightforward, we encountered some head wind, which made paddling somehow difficult.

 

 A couple of motorboats passed by, otherwise we hardly saw any other people. Had lunch on campsite # 709 (very spacious). Just over 1 km. later the Western Channel splits into four different channels and even with the GPS we had some problems finding the correct route—a lot of paddlers get confused and lost in the maze of almost identically looking rocks, channels and inlets. The Old Voyageur Channel turned out to be rather narrow and very pretty, made up of typical rocks for that area. After paddling for about 700 meters, we encountered the first rapids which required a short portage. Presumably the rapids were “La Petite Faucille”, also mentioned by Mackenzie, but I am still not sure. We felt like portaging and paddling on, but we had been told that once we pass the rapids, we reach the point of no return and have to continue down to Georgian Bay—not something we were prepared to do! So, after taking several photographs and enjoying the surrounding scenery, we turned back and in a couple of hours were at our campsite. Later that day I did some solo canoeing and managed to catch another pike. 

Day Three, August 21, 2008: Paddling time: 4 hours 20 minutes. Trip Length: 9.6 km. 

 It was a little windy, so we decided to take it easy. However, we were on the water just before six in the morning and paddled up through a channel to Eagle’s Nest. Again the mist was coming off the water which created a typical ‘postcard’ view of the lake. We paddled next to a beaver lodge and saw a beaver swimming around. After reaching a small bay, we saw another lake, yet its water level was about 70 cm. higher than that of ours due to a strong beaver dam—and we were too lazy to carry over the canoe. After paddling for another 30 minutes, we returned to our campsite. In the evening we again canoed the same route. Since we were told the water level was very high at that time, a lot of trees’ trunks were under the water, so it felt as if we were canoeing in Florida’s Everglades or the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia. Finally, we reached a blind bay with a very interesting vertical rock. I again decided to try my luck in fishing and in no time caught a pike. Since it was getting dark, we started paddling back, at one point almost got lost, yet soon reached our campsite and started a campfire fire. 

Day Four, August 22, 2008: Paddling time: 4 hours 31 minutes. Trip Length: 14.2 km.

 

 Our last day… we altered our route back home and paddled through a channel (Eagle’s Nest) and then north of Pig Island, Little Pig Island, Dead Dog Island and Attwood Island. Once we left the Western Channel and turned north, we saw number of campsite along the shore, some were occupied. We stopped on one of the islands on Wanapitei Bay and in less than 20 minutes I collected about 1 kg. of wild edible mushrooms. We reached Hartley Bay House and Marina at 05:40 pm, paid for the parking and canoe rentals and were on our way back to Toronto (almost 380 km.). On our way we stopped in Britt, a small town. Years ago it had a train station and big port, now it’s mainly tourists and recreational boaters who use the inlet—the train does not stop here anymore! After ice cream and coffee we were back on highway 69, then soon reached the 400 and arrived in Toronto past midnight. 

 More photos from this trip here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/sets/72157607383831003/