Canoeing in Killarney Provincial Park, August 12-16, 2009

More photos fom this trip: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/sets/72157622560580991 

Blog po polsku/Polish Blog: http://ontario-nature-polish.blogspot.com/2011/07/na-kanu-w-killarney-provincial-park.html  

I could probably go on and on describing the utmost beauty of Killarney Park, but just let me say that its numerous gorgeous lakes and unique white mountains (La Cloche), combined with many long hiking and canoeing routes, make it a true gem not only in Ontario, but probably in North America. However, in order to explore it, one must spend at least one week hiking—or better yet, canoeing on its many long routes. Unfortunately, the vast majority of canoe routes require extensive portaging, sometimes of over one kilometer. Nevertheless, there are a few shorter routes which offer great portage-less paddling opportunities. 

After poring for a few hours over the Killarney map, we decided to reserve a campsite on Johnnie Lake. This lake did not seem to have any portages and it also was adjacent to Carlyle Lake, another long and portage-free lake. When we called the park, we were quite lucky—there was only one campsite left in the park and it happened to be on Johnnie Lake! It's a very popular park and most of campsites are gone within days, if not hours. By the way, according to the map, there were several campsites all over the lake and we were free to camp on any one of them which was not occupied. After studying the Google satellite map, I noticed that campsite number 69 was located at the cul-de-sac of the lake, vis-à-vis an island and next to a small, weeded bay. Whereas we were not sure if this campsite was otherwise nice—or vacant—we certainly were thinking about setting our camp there. 

 We left Toronto in two separate cars since Catherine was planning to afterwards drive to the USA via Sault Ste Marie and the famous Mackinac Bridge. It was of course a long drive from Toronto, but I always enjoy it: the traffic is usually very light and the surrounding typical Canadian Shield rugged scenery make it a pleasant experience. By the way, we stopped for two nights in Oastler Lake Park on site 143, near a big rock outcropping beside the lake and paddled for a few hours on Oastler Lake the next day.  

Once we reached the park, we had to drive to the park office to pick up our campsite and parking permits, then we drove back on road 637, turned left on unpaved road and soon arrived at the Johnnie Lake parking lot. Our canoe (which we had earlier booked and paid for) was waiting for us. Some fishermen who were departing warned us against the swampy site at the cul de sac bay... we later discovered was site 69... ours! We got on the water and started paddling. There were a few cottages on the right and we saw the first campsite on our left. After about 30 minutes we made a sharp left 180° turn and kept paddling towards the end of the lake. The area was very picturesque, dotted with a number of islands, plenty of bays and rocky shores. Having passed a small cottage on an island, we finally reached our campsite number 69. Indeed, it was very similar to what we imagined based on the Google satellite map: it was in the forest, had a nice rocky shore and faced the island we had seen on the map—in a nutshell, it was an excellent site!  

After pitching the tent, we went paddling around the island. A large beaver lodge rose from the water, adjacent to the other side of the island and apparently the beavers frequented the island on a regular basis, as we spotted a beaten path leading to the water. Later we saw several beavers swimming around, but mostly heard them in the evening and at night when they were slapping their flat tails against the water. 

It was slowly getting dark and we were still on the water, enjoying the silence, interrupted only by nature's natural sounds—until several canoeists in two canoes entered the area and shouted to us if there were any campsites available around. Since there were none, they paddled back, visibly upset, as one of the teen girls started swearing profoundly, not realizing that her voice was carrying across the water, right to our unsuspecting ears!  

Once back at the campsite, I was trying my luck in fishing, yet I knew that lakes in Killarney did not have too many fish, the result of years of acid rain, caused by the smelters in the Sudbury area (that rain also destroyed plenty of trees). Strangely, the water was crystal clear. Indeed, I caught a few catfish, but they were too small for the frying pan! At one point I bent and was washing hands in the lake when I saw a HUGE snapping turtle floating just a meter or so away and slowly swimming towards me! But it was not all—there were two other snapping turtles in the water! Well, I had been used to raccoons usually visiting our campsites every night, hoping to steal anything edible, but it was the first time big snapping turtles decided to emulate their ground friends and approach tourists' campsites from the water! Soon the turtles were enjoying the catfish, indifferent to my videotaping them and using a strong flashlight. The turtles paid us regular evening visits and we enjoyed watching them. With their tough, leader-like skin, big paws, long and sharp claws, hard shell, powerful mouth and long tail, they looked like creatures from the Jurassic Park!  

Over the next several days we paddled all over Johnnie Lake, as well as Catherine portaged (for the first time in her life) the canoe over a 100 meter portage to a small and scenic lake called Ruth Roy Lake, just north of Johnnie Lake. 

There was at least one campsite, occupied by a couple—they made a great choice, picking this lake! Another day we paddled towards the access point (where our car was parked) and onto Carlyle Lake. The first part of the lake was quite narrow, weeded and dotted with beaver lodges—yet one of them was inhabited by a family of otters. Upon seeing us, the otters kept disappearing into the lodge's numerous cracks and crannies and appearing in other openings, as well as started making not-so friendly sounds, presumably to scare us off. We paddled on and soon reached a very interesting campsite, located next to a big, moss covered rock; it was dark, quiet and very mysterious! We took a right turn, paddled through a short strait and entered a small bay just south of Terry Lake. A British family was camping there and we briefly spoke to them. As we paddled around the bay, we heard a small fall or rapids near Terry Lake. Since it was getting late, we turned back, yet managed to quickly go ashore and examine a few campsites. When we finally reached the “180 degree turn” on Johnnie Lake, it was quite dark and foggy and I took a number of photographs—one of them even won an award in my photo club!

Here I would like to mention that in 2013 Catherine, I and several of our friends camped on that site where the British family was camping (http://ontario-nature.blogspot.com/2013/12/killarney-provincial-park-ontario.html). Also, in 2014 (http://ontario-nature.blogspot.com/2015/10/killarney-provincial-park.html) and then in 2017 (http://ontario-nature.blogspot.com/2018/08/car-camping-trip-to-killbear-killarney.html), we camped on the campsite very close to the small falls/rapids, which was located between Carlyle and Terry Lakes.

I have to mention another quite amusing, almost mystifying thing that we experienced during our trip. After setting up our camp the first day, we packed up our canoe with the usual stuff—cameras, rain gear, fishing equipment, tripods, binoculars, GPS unit and the like—and as we were about to depart, we clearly HEARD IT: absolutely eerie sounds, as if a child were slowly practicing a cello or a similar instrument... it was the type of music often heard in horror movies! We were almost certain there was nobody else around, yet the sound was so distinct that we started to apprehensively look around, trying to find the culprit who produced the tunes—but to no avail! While paddling the next day on the other side of Johnnie Lake, we heard it again—it was not as pronounced as before, but still clearly discernible, as if lazily flowing from afar, filling the air with subtle and mysterious tunes. Because both of us heard it, we presumed it was not our imagination (unless we fell victims to a mass imagination...). So, at one point we asked a camping family if they heard the sound... and then we posed the same question to another lonely camper. In both cases they said they did not hear anything; judging upon the looks on their faces, I do not even want to speculate what they REALLY THOUGHT about us! We kept hearing this inexplicable music on and off till the end of the trip and we did not manage to figure out its source. It was only the next year when we finally deciphered this enigma: it was my fishing rod's line, whipped by the wind, that acted like a harp and created those amazing sounds! Well, another Killarney mystery solved!

More photos from this trip: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/sets/72157622560580991 

Blog po polsku/Polish Blog: http://ontario-nature-polish.blogspot.com/2011/07/na-kanu-w-killarney-provincial-park.html

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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/