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Sunday, August 30, 2020

FRENCH RIVER PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO—CANOEING AND CAMPING ON BOOM ISLAND, JULY 28-AUGUST 4, 2020

More photos from this trip: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/albums/72157715781556618

Blog in Polish/blog w języku polskim: http://ontario-nature-polish.blogspot.com/2020/08/pywanie-na-kanu-po-rzece-french-river-w.html



GPS Tracks of our trip and our day trip around Boom Island

In 1995 I discovered this beautiful region of Ontario and since then I have frequently been coming back to canoe, camp, fish and just enjoy its extraordinary scenery and serenity. 

My last trip (July, 2018) was not really that pleasant—it was very hot & humid, fire ban was in effect, hordes of mosquitoes mercilessly attacked us every evening, and to add insult to injury, we were eventually forced to immediately evacuate from the park due to the raging forest fire (“Parry Sound 33”) which ultimately destroyed 11 thousands hectares. Obviously, I hoped that this trip would turn out a little better.

Our campsite on Boom Island

Bülent and I departed from Hartley Bay Marina on July 28, 2020. Because of COVID-19, no valet parking was offered. I also found out that Mr. Mike Palmer, the marina’s owner, had passed away in February, 2020 in Hartley Bay. 

Campfire

After 30 minutes of paddling, we reached Wanapitei Bay and checked out a few vacant campsites on its east shore (#612 & #613). They were OK, but we decided to cross the bay and take a look at other campsites on the opposite shore. The campsites at the ‘intersection’ of Main & Western Channels (#617 & #618) were occupied, campsite #616 was nice, but required a short hike up a steep rocky hill and campsite #611, which I had wanted to camp on in the past, also was occupied. Finally we found a somehow secluded cove/inlet with two campsites and one of them appeared to be very pleasant, with plenty of space for tents, a spot to set up a tarp in case of rain, cool rock formations and four (!) fire pits. The campsite also offered a nice view on the inlet’s rocky shores and islands on Wanapitei Bay with two vacant cottages (since 70% of all cottages on the French River are owned by Americans—who cannot cross the border due to the corona virus—many cottages were unoccupied.). The campsite also made a good fishing spot.

View from our campsite

There was a ‘thunderbox’ (a.k.a. a toilet) back in the forest, yet I noticed that not all previous campers had used it—there were pieces of toilet paper scattered all over the campsite. I do not understand why some people are so inconsiderate and not only aren’t they using the latrine, but cannot even pick up after themselves. There was some glass here and there and semi-burned beer cans in the fire pits. By the way, we did not bring any glass containers and religiously collected all the garbage/recyclables, which we took back to Hartley Bay Marina.

Our food was always secure
We spent almost one hour setting up three contraptions to hang our food containers and the coolers. I again came to appreciate the bear-proof bins, provided in the Massasauga Provincial Park! Before going to sleep and each time we were absent from the campsite, we consistently hanged the food barrel and our coolers, but no animal ever attempted to steal our food.

Typical scenery on the French River

Our campsite—along with 10 others—was located on Boom Island (approximately 4.5 x 3 km). The island’s west and north shores were surrounded by the Wanapitei River. For some reasons I had never had an opportunity to explore this part of the park, so one day we departed before noon, headed south, turned right into Western Channel and then north just before Attwood Island. Near the mouth of the river we admired a large beaver lodge. 

A very solid beaver lodge at the mouth of the Wanapitei River

Even though we were paddling against the current, it was hardly noticeable. Around the Forks we caught a pike—several minutes later we found a perfect picnic spot on a rock, cleaned & fried the fish and enjoyed a tasty shore lunch. 

A quick shore lunch; the fresh pike was delicious!

We proceeded north, until we reached the chutes (Sturgeon Chutes). There were 3 campsites (#604, #605 & #606), but I would not like to stay on them for more than one night—two pontoon boats were docked there and a bunch of people were enjoying their day-trip there as well as several fishermen tried their luck around the chutes. In addition, a 240 m portage was very close to the campsites. 

Sturgeon Chutes

After taking several photos and paddling as close to the chutes as possible, we started heading back to the campsite. At the Forks we made a left turn. We passed one campsite on the right (#603) and as we reached Kentucky Club Island, we made a sharp right turn and now headed along the eastern shore of Boom Island, passing several campsites. I stopped in front of campsite #609 and took a few photos: I had camped on this very campsite in 2015 and on a daily basis enjoyed the company of 4 black bears—one of them had eventually caused a lot of damage to some of our supplies. Well, this year we did not see any bears, supposedly the blueberries were plentiful and bears were not interested in devouring campers… I mean, campers’ food! Overall, we covered a distance of 23 km. 

Carrying the canoe over the beaver dam

Just meters from our campsite was a small lake. Upon a closer examination, I realized it was a beaver pond, separated from the French River by a solid beaver dam. It was too good an opportunity to pass—we carried the canoe over the dam and spent almost 2 hours paddling on this enchanted pond! 

Canoeing on the beaver pond

There were several beaver lodges, plenty of dead trees and stumps sticking out form the water which was mostly covered by water lily leaves and flowers. At one point we saw a magnificent Blue Heron—it splendidly flew off and gracefully landed nearby on a tree’s branch. We did not see any beavers, but at night we heard splashing sounds coming from the beaver pond as well as mysterious thuds, resembling a woodpecker pecking at trees.

Canoeing on the beaver pond

One day we went on a hike in the bush behind the campsite, navigating among fallen, dead and rotting trees, thick undergrowth and many rocks. We had to watch each step and overall covered just 2 km in as many hours. Considering that literally all the trees had been logged in the area some 150 years ago and the current forest was relatively pretty young, I could only imagine how difficult—well, basically impossible—it was to traverse in the forest before that time! That was why rivers, especially the French River, were the only possible routes to explore the new country with a relative ease. During our short sally we did not spot any animals save for a small garter snake. We saw plenty of deer (or moose) droppings, but no bears’. Blueberry bushes were abundant, but I guess the blueberry season was almost over—besides, it was very dry and whatever berries we did find were tiny.

Our campsite on Boom Island

The only animals we saw on or around the campsite were ubiquitous sea gulls, green frogs, a chipmunk, a busy squirrel, a large garter snake that I found in my tent’s vestibule and a bunch of snapping turtles, emerging from the water and hoping to get some of our food. As we were paddling towards campsite #616, we saw a family of minks frolicking on the rocky shore. But we were in for a special treat the last day, while heading back to Hartley Bay Marina—we saw a Bald Eagle flying just above our canoe, its distinct white head clearly visible.

No doubt, a curious and hungry snapping turtle at our campsite

Since it was very warm, yet not too humid, we liked the weather—at least there was no fire ban. It rained on a couple of occasions, including the whole Sunday. We spent most of that rainy day sitting under the tarp, drinking hot tea and reading books—I managed to finish John Grisham’s “The Rooster Bar”, which was a perfect camping book—light, but not too dumb.

Wanapitei River

Miraculously, there were VERY FEW mosquitoes! They became active at about 9:15 pm and were mostly gone at 10 pm. One evening, when it became cooler than usual, we did not even have to apply any bug spray, as there were hardly any mosquitos. Upon coming come, I discovered one black fly bite—although the black fly season ‘officially’ should be over at the beginning of July, it’s still possible to encounter black flies in August and September.

Canoeing on the beaver pond

Almost every day we caught a fish or two (bass & pike), enough for ample dinner or lunch. In fact, Bülent caught the first fish, a relatively large bass, which was delicious! Nevertheless, I was disappointed with fishing: it was the first time on the French River that it took me more than one hour to catch a fish (sometimes considerably longer) and despite our persistent casting and trolling in ‘our’ cove and other parts of the river, neither of us succeeded in catching even one fish on Saturday and Sunday. We did not see any fish jumping out of the water either. The campers at the adjacent campsite were fishing from shore and from their canoe, but did not catch anything.

We spent one night in Grundy Lake Provincial Park on campsite number 419

After canoeing & camping on the French River for one week, we decided to spend our last night in this park. Because of COVID-19 most Ontario parks were almost 100% booked over weekends, but since it was Monday, there were still some campsites available, at least for one night.

View from our campsite

The staff at the office was very efficient and quickly found a site for us, as well as we bought a bag of wood. We got campsite #419 in the Red Maple campground (radio and pet free) which was not bad, adjacent to Grundy Lake and the beach. There were some people canoeing and fishing on the lake. The bathrooms were clean, but there were no showers due to the corona virus situation. Unfortunately, there was a noticeable whiff apparently coming from the toilet, located behind another campsite. We were told there were no black bears sightings in the park this year. Our campsite was also a home to a number of rather friendly chipmunks, which were constantly looking for food and often chased one another. Amazingly, we were hardly bothered by mosquitoes in the evening. There were many families with children and perhaps because of that, around 10 p.m. the park became very quiet as most campers went to sleep—and soon we followed, too.



COVID-19 sign on Parry Sound's wharf. However, I have to disagree with the 'canoe' sign: according to this sign, 6 ft is half a canoe, so a canoe should be 12 ft long. Well, most two person canoes are from 14 to 16 ft long, and mine is 17'. Or perhaps canoes in Parry Sound are smaller? As to the length of goose or moose, I think it would be too risky to take the actual measurements... 

Just in front of the park’s entrance is Grundy Lake Supply Post, offering canoe rentals, ice cream and plenty of various camping supplies and souvenirs. Also, there is an LCBO store and grocery/butcher store (“Lemieux Meat and Grocery”) in the town of Alban, about 20 km north from the park. Last, but not least—my canoe, purchased at the Grundy Lake Supply Post in 2010, just turned 10 years old and it has been one of the best investments I have ever made! 

If you are adventurous, from Parry Sound you can take a scenic flight over Georgian Bay. I did in the late 1990s and it was awesome!

Later I found out that just a couple of days before our arrival, a horrible accident had taken place in the park: a 2 year old girl accidentally fell into a campfire and sustained severe burns. Eventually a chopper landed in the park’s parking lot and transported her, I presume, to the Sick Children’s Hospital in Toronto. 

Parry Sound

On our way back we stopped in Parry Sound, had coffee under the train trestle and as we finished, we saw the Island Queen Cruise depart at 1:00 pm for the sightseeing tour. At that very moment we heard the news about the horrible explosion in Beirut which destroyed part of this city. Then we walked along the docks, observed a floatplane take off and land as well as took a look at the Charles W. Stockey Centre, which was unfortunately closed.

Float planes are quite a common sight in Ontario

A visit to Parry Sound is never complete without visiting the “Bearly Used Book” store (in my opinion it is the best used book store between Toronto, Vancouver, Alaska and Ellesmere Island)! I was completely enthralled with both the quantity and quality of the books. In my favorite section I quickly browsed through so many unique non-fiction books on history, wars, China, espionage, foreign politics, communism, travel… In no time I purchased 6 really fascinating books and had to discipline myself to leave the store within one hour—after all, I had to drive to Toronto. I had an opportunity to chat with the bookstore’s owner and congratulated her on this amazing undertaking. I was glad to hear that the bookstore was doing well and I was told that soon its size would significantly increase.

Bearly Used Books store. No wonder he is so tired, he had just finished reading all these books!

It was a very relaxing trip. For me, French River Provincial Park has always been and will remain a very unique place. I would love to visit this area soon!


More photos from this trip: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jack_1962/albums/72157715781556618 

Blog in Polish/blog w języku polskim: http://ontario-nature-polish.blogspot.com/2020/08/pywanie-na-kanu-po-rzece-french-river-w.html


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

THE MASSASAUGA PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO. SEPTEMBER 25- OCTOBER 5, 2016



It was my second visit to this park in 2016, this time in the fall, when the bugs and most tourists were gone! We booked a campsite on Blackstone Harbour, not far from the channel leading to Woods Bay. I had camped on this campsite several times in the past and it was certainly one of the best in this area. This time I came with Chris and we brought several fishing rods, hoping to catch at least enough fish for dinner.
 
Our campsite on Blackstone Harbour in 2016
It took us less than 20 minutes to reach the campsite; it had not changed much since my last visit, yet some of the trees head been gone and the fire pit re-located. We quickly unpacked and set up two tents. The newly installed bear-proof food container was extremely useful, saving us a lot of time and effort hanging the food up in the trees. A shrewd chipmunk had a burrow just next to the food bin and each time we left the bin’s lid open for just a few minutes, it was rummaging inside, trying to steal as much food as possible by stuffing his cheek pouches!
 
At the same campsite in 2010!
There were very few people in the park. Only once did we see the adjacent campsite (a few hundred meters away) being occupied. A couple of times a fishing boat passed by, but we did not see its occupants catch any fish. Almost every evening we paddled in the bay and did some fishing, but only managed to catch several pikes. Later we found out that other fishermen, who spent more time on the water and brought plenty of fishing equipment, did not even manage to match our very modest catch!

From our campsite we could see a cottage (but nobody was ever there), as well as an island and another campsite (the one on which Catherine and I had spent 10 days camping in June/July, 2016). We really enjoyed the view and often brought our chairs to the rocky shore facing the island.
 
The Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis)
Although I prefer reading non-fiction, I brought several paperbacks and horror stories. According to the reviews, they were supposed to be very good, least to say. Unfortunately, after reading the first 50 or so pages, I gave up, they were not good at all. So, I ended up reading a bunch of magazines (“The Economist”), which I subscribed to. It is a very intelligent magazine, which offers in-depth and discerning analysis of current political and business events—but at the same time it is very liberal and politically correct. Well, it only shows that intelligence and stupidity can go hand in hand and are not mutually exclusive.


One evening we were fishing between our campsite and the cottage; suddenly we saw a black contour near the cottage. Initially we thought it was a dog, but in no time we realized it was a mother bear (sow) with two very small cubs. Darn, just that evening I did not bring my camera! Even though we paddled relatively close to the shore, the bears were not frighten by our presence and for at least 30 minutes we were observing it as the sow was wandering on the shore, the cubs following her.


The next morning, about 7:00 am, I heard some unusual noises, as if toddlers were whimpering or yelping. Since we heard plenty of birds every morning, I thought it was a bird making those sounds. I opened the tent's door and stuck my head out for a better look: it was the sow with her two cubs wandering on our campsite and they were making such noises! I did not think she saw me, but by the time I got my camera, the three bears were gone.
 
Perhaps Chris is so sour-faced because we are going home tomorrow...
Once we saw a fox, but he fled very quickly, not finding any food. I also spotted a very long water snake in the middle of the campsite! I called Chris to show it to him—the snake headed directly towards Chris' open tent and almost got inside. Chris actually grabbed him by the tail at the last moment. What was my camera again???

Twice we paddled to the parking lot (Pete's Place), chained the canoe to a tree and drove to the town of MacTier and later to Parry Sound. While in Parry Sound, we went to the Hart Store, No Frills and spent almost an hour in the bookstore called Bearly Used Books (excellent!). Later we drove to the docks where, under the CPR Trestle over the Seguin River we had our lunch (Catherine and I had been coming there for several years to have snacks and drinks while watching the passing trains above). By the way, just two days before Catherine had also visited Parry Sound while driving to the USA; we even thought about her coming to and staying on our campsite for a night, but it would have been too complicated.


One afternoon, as I was sitting at the campsite on the rock and reading a book, I heard some people talking—long before I saw them, as they were emerging from the channel and heading towards Pete's Place. There were three young guys in a canoe, apparently having a very good time! After a while I again heard some voices coming from the direction of their canoe, which then was quite close to Pete's Place—the canoe had capsized and they were in the water! I believe they were wearing life jackets, so they were more-less OK. A motorboat approached them and took them and some of their floating stuff aboard—and soon the park's boat got their canoe and towed it to the parking lot.
 
Almost ready to leave!

The last few days we did not see any other campers on Blackstone Harbour, we were the only ones. When we finally packed up on October 5, 2016 and paddled to the parking lot, I was quite surprised to see just ONE car in the whole parking lot—mine!

As long as the weather is good, September and October are excellent months for camping and canoeing!



Blog po polsku/in the Polish language: http://ontario-nature-polish.blogspot.ca/2017/08/the-massasauga-provincial-park-ontario.html

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

THE MASSASAUGA PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO: CANOEING TRIP AND AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE EASTERN MASSASAUGA RATTLESNAKE, SEPTEMBER, 2014

Our paddling route as per my GPS tracks in the Massasauga Park

Certainly, it is one of my favorite parks… and in early September, 2014 my friend and I embarked on my 6th visit to this park! The weather was still very good and the forecast did not call for any rain. Upon arriving at the park’s Pete Access Point, we were told about very active black bears in the park and advised to hang our food, which we were planning to do anyway. It was a little windy, but most of the time we paddled in channels and were sheltered from the wind. It took us almost 4 hours to arrive at our campsite — this time we reserved campsite #601 on Jenner Bay My friend, a canoeing novice, found such long paddling quite challenging and was very content when we finally reached the campsite.
Campsite # 601 on Jenner Bay

I had visited this campsite several years ago; it was located in a magical, a.k.a. eerie forest and it was rather dark. There was a small clearing on the shore of the lake, with the fire pit and a bench. Because I had almost always set up campsites on rocky islands, exposed to the elements, quite often on bare rock, it was certainly a totally different camping experience. Besides… I just wanted to find out if the eerie feeling I had had several years ago was going to translate into something more tangible and sinister… like a haunting house (or, in this case, a haunting campsite). There were two additional campsites on Jenner Bay (remained vacant during our stay), yet quite substandard. We quickly set up our tents and found two branches perfect for hanging food.
View from our campsite

There were a couple of old pits here and there, most likely man-made. They resembled trenches which dotted forests in Poland—remnants of the Second World War. Later I asked a part warden about them; whereas he did not know their origin or purpose, he said that there used to be a lot of human activity in the park and it was very likely there were some kind of structures many years ago. They kind of looked like mass graves, which caved in after whatever was buried in them, had disintegrated… but I did not try to carry out any semi-archeological research.
This catfish does not look pretty, but it makes a great meal!

The bay was quite private, although a small boat moored for two nights and from time to time we saw a few fishing boats come to the bay.
Chris with our dinner

Every day we were canoeing on Jenner Bay and on Lake Huron; the second day we caught a big, 16 lb catfish, which we fried and it was delicious! Later we caught two pikes, both in Jenner Bay, and they ended up in our frying pan as well.

The water level kept visibly changing; sometimes it reached the fire pit, at other times it receded at least one meter. Although we religiously hanged our food on trees’ branches, no animal every disturbed it and we only saw a few cute mice at night near the fire pit. A few times we spotted colorful hummingbirds.

One day we paddled to Frying Pan Island, where we went to the small store (also an LCBO agency, where alcoholic beverages might be purchased), replenished our beer and ice supplies and then paddled to the famous Henry’s Restaurant. Soon, I realized that something was amiss: the restaurant’s docks, normally bustling with activity and full of cruisers, motorboats, sailing boats and float planes, were completely deserted. I guessed the restaurant had closed for the season right after the September 2 Labour Day, just a few days earlier! Well, we stopped at the Sans Souci and Copperhead Association where I could finally read and take photographs of several monuments/inscriptions (which I had always only seen from afar). One of them was dedicated to the famous explorer Samuel de Champlain, who had passed in this area 399 years ago:

Samuel de Champlain
by
Canoe
1615

“As for me, I labour always
To prepare a way for those
Willing after me to follow it.”

The Province of Ontario
The Georgian Bay Association
1948

After a while we paddled back to our campsite, where we sat, sipped the delicious, cold beer and admired the rising full moon.

On the second-last evening, while sitting on the shore and reading a magazine, I suddenly noticed a coiled snake near the canoe; unmistakably, it was the Eastern Massasauga Rattlesnake, the only venomous snake in Ontario, after which the park is named. I immediately called my Chris and grabbed the camera. He hurried in and initially suspected that I had placed a rubber snake just to scare him, as the snake was motionless — but soon it began sluggishly slithering forward, powerfully rattling its tail. 
The Eastern Massasauga Rattlesnake at our campsite

Its rattle was made up of 9 rings. It was exactly the 5th time I had seen a rattlesnake in Ontario, but this one was the biggest: it was up to 1 meter long, very thick and unlike the previous rattlesnakes, it was not scared of us at all and did not try to escape as the others had always done. Instead, it kept forcefully moving forward across the clearing, then cut through the fire pit and eventually disappeared in the bush. Knowing that rattlesnakes usually hunt at night, patiently waiting for passing rodents, we became very careful while walking all over our campsite, especially after dusk. Although the last fatality due to the Massasauga Rattlesnake bite in Ontario was in the 1960s, we did not want to take any risks (by the way, the hospital in Parry Sound did carry have snakebite serum).
Hummingbird 

While paddling back to Pete’s Place, my handheld Garmin GPS became totally misaligned and after trying to fix it, I gave up and got my back-up unit, which I always bring with me. Of course, we could have found our way back without the GPS, but it was much easier to do so with the help of this modern piece of technology. It was fairly windy and we had to paddle hard on choppy Woods Bay, but once we reached Blackstone Harbour, the wind subsided.
Around the campfire

The park staff told us that every day campers were reporting active bears visiting their campsites, but the bears were not in the area we camped. Fortunately, bears were only interested in food, not campers, but since I had had quite a few encounters with black bears, I could only imagine how scary, unnerving and unpleasant such confrontations must have been!

Nothing spooky or supernatural took place during our stay there, yet Chris confided to me one year later that indeed, there was something creepy about this campsite and to this day he kept thinking about this site.

Overall, it was a nice canoeing trip: the park was almost deserted, the boat traffic significantly dwindled, most of the bugs gone and the weather still good. We had hoped to catch more fish, but well, you cannot have everything! I am looking forward to visiting this park next year.