Wednesday, July 23, 2014

FRENCH RIVER—CANOEING ON WOLSELEY BAY AND CAMPING ON BOOMERANG ISLAND, AUGUST, 2013



GPS tracks
Here we come, French River, again! Yes, we stayed here in 2011, two years ago, but because it was so windy every day, we could hardly paddle anywhere—even a very short trip around an adjacent island turned out to be a major chore. So, we hoped to make up all that lost time now!

We were planning to launch the canoe from Wolseley Lodge, but we took a wrong turn and ended up at Pine Cove Lodge. Unfortunately, it did not have a ramp and we were supposed to carry our belongings to the water and, on top of that, pay for that privilege $7.00 launch fee plus $8.00 per day for parking the car at a remote parking lot. So, we turned around and drove to Wolseley Lodge.
Setting up the tent

The put-in was free and parking was just $2.00 per day—much cheaper and we could literally drive the car into the water—as well as the parking was next to the water and the lodge. The lodge owner said they kept an eye on the parked vehicles—and Catherine believed her since she was German—maybe because Catherine has a German name too.

After paddling for over one hour—and hearing a few stinging comments from passing boaters about how much stuff we were carrying (to which we had already gotten accustomed), we arrived at our beautiful campsite—hallelujah, nobody was on it! Since we had camped on the very same campsite in 2011, we realized it was probably one of the best campsites in the area. Quickly, we claimed it. It had not changed significantly over the past two years. A primitive plywood table was quite convenient; there were several white bones kicking around, probably belonging to previous campers, who might have had a nasty encounter with a hungry black bear… OK, I am kidding… the bones were probably deer’s or moose’s and they were neatly laid out on the rock. The campsite was very spacious, with many potential tent sites, two thunder boxes (i.e., outhouse sans the house) and beautiful view of sunsets. At night we did not see anything around, just an occasional boat showed up here and there, with some fishermen, who kept fishing, but in most cases, to no avail. Because the shape of the island resembled a boomerang, I had always been calling it Boomerang Island.
At our awesome campsite!

It was full moon (blue moon) and in the evening we went for a paddle to other islands with several campsites—all of them were unoccupied. The moon was soon up and indeed, it was very bright, round and yellow-golden. While paddling, I was also trolling and finally caught a 63 cm pike. Alas, according to the Fishing Regulations, it had to be released; being a good, law-abiding citizen, release it I did, albeit half-heartedly. So long, our supper!
View from our campsite

Whereas evening paddles are relaxing, so are morning jaunts. Thus, one day we awoke early in the morning, at 5:00 am, got into the canoe and went for a sally on the lake in North Channel. The moon was still visible, everything was so quiet and we did not see any motorboats on the river. There was a tent pitched on the north shore of the channel, which was crown land, no park fee required. The campers were apparently asleep, yet their dog quietly ran down to the shore to check us out. On we went, finally reaching the characteristic pine we had seen from our campsite while sitting at the rock and admiring sunsets. There was a cottage on the other shore, at the park boundary. We loved paddling along the rocks and at one point came ashore—there was a fire pit made of rocks as well as a table: apparently somebody (or a group of people) frequented this camp.
Morning paddle in North Channel to the Cedar Rapids

Eventually we reached the Cedar Rapids. The water level was quite low, judging upon the water lines on the trees and rocks. We secured the canoe to a tree and took a nap, being lulled to sleep by the sound of the rushing water.

The paddle back to the campsite took us at least 2 hours. We also took other trips. Once we paddled to the Five Mile Rapids, just across from Crane’s Lochaven Wilderness Lodge. After carried the canoe through a shallow and rocky stretch of the river, we were able to again paddle for a while, until we reached another obstacle requiring a (longer) portage, the Little Pine Rapids (which obviously we did not attempt to portage). The area was very scenic and beautiful and we spent about one hour walking around.
North Channel-we saw this distinctive pine from our campsite

That evening I caught a 5-6 kg ugly looking catfish which I cleaned and later fried. It was the only fish I caught and ate this whole summer! Well, I can proudly boast that I rarely exceed the daily catch limit—in the whole year!

As I mentioned before, we had stayed on the very same campsite 2 years ago and of course, I wrote an extensive blog, in which I extolled virtues of this campsite. The next day after our arrival a few canoes paddled by and one of the canoeists shouted towards us:

            “Is this the famous campsite number XXX?”

            “Why was it famous?”, I asked.

            “It was featured in a very well-known blog”, she said.

I was almost flabbergasted at her words and would not say anything. Should I have told her that it was I who wrote that blog? During our stay at the campsite, we saw at least 3 other groups of canoeists who apparently were looking forwards to stay at this site and some were extremely disillusioned to find out that it had already been occupied. Well, it seems that people do read my blog and even act upon its recommendations!
Sunset

While we were sitting on the rock at the campsite, we saw two loons performing a mating dance ritual, which ended in hopefully a new baby loon gracing this earth.

On Sunday we got up early, packed up and headed to the car. Our plan was to drive to Oastler Lake Provincial Park, located 6 km south of Parry Sound. No sooner did we get all our gear packed into the van when it began thundering, lighting and heavy rain pelted down. We drove to the Hungry Bear Restaurant on highway 69 (just north of the French River bridge) to have a traditional grilled hamburger. The place was packed; moreover, the cream soup, which Catherine wanted so badly, was not available. So we drove next door to the truck stop, had a very good salad and chatted with the owner for some time.
Near the Little Pine Rapids 

Catherine had a burning desire to once again drive through Shawanaga Indian Reserve, so she made a detour off highway 69 into the reserve and looped back out onto highway 69.

When we arrived in Parry Sound, it was still raining. We visited a few stores and then went to Walmart, probably the only store open after 6 pm. While inside, we could hear the rain pounding the metal roof of the store and very loud claps of thunder. At one point the store lost its power (as we were about to pay), but the generator kicked in and we were able to complete our payment. Some of the shoppers were buying plenty of tarps—they were camping in the nearby provincial parks (Killbear, Oastler) and their presumably cheap tents were already leaking.
We enjoyed watching such beautiful sunsets from our campsite

Considering the weather, we realized it would be impossible to set up a tent in the park. So, we made the wise choice and drove straight to Toronto, arriving about midnight. Because the weather was very crappy the next few days, this decision certainly saved us from a camping nightmare experience.


Overall, we enjoyed this trip very much. And although Catherine was always trying to visit an area we had not visited yet, I was discreetly planning our next trip to another stretch of the French River!



Friday, July 11, 2014

The Massasauga Park, Ontario, August, 2013: Camping and Canoeing at Blackstone Harbour and Wreck Island




Our GPS tracks in the Massassauga Park
Initially Catherine and I were planning to stay in the Massasauga Provincial Park over the Canada Day long weekend, on a campsite near the channel. In March, 2013 we called Ontario Park Reservation and the site was still available, yet a day or two later, when we finally called to book it, it was taken! Since it was still available for the Simcoe Day long weekend in August, we quickly booked it — and managed to reserve a campsite in Killarney Park over the July long weekend instead. But it was not the end of the story: a month later, while chatting with my clients, it turned out that they were also spending weekends camping and canoeing and were looking forward to going camping over the Canada Day long weekend.

“Which park are you going to?” I asked.
“The Massasauga”, they said. “We had already reserved a campsite”.
“Which one?”
“The one near the channel”, they said to my astonishment!

Wow, what are the chances of this happening?

Pete's Place, we depart from here
So, on August 1, 2013 (the 69th anniversary of the Warsaw Uprising) we arrived at the Massasauga Park, Pete’s Place, to start our sixth trip in this park. There were not too many people around — we met a young guy of Serbian or Croatian origin from Toronto who was dragging his small kayak to the water. He was staying on one of the campsites located along Captain’s Allan Strait and we paddled together until we reached our campsite.

Evening paddle on Woods Bay
We had stayed on that campsite in July, 2011 with some friends, as well as part of our group had camped on it in 2010. It was located on the shores of the only channel leading to Woods Bay (and to Georgian Bay), so there was plenty of boat traffic. Nevertheless, the boats did not bother us — we could hardly see them — and we even enjoyed sitting on the rock and watching the passing boats and the setting sun. The campsite also looked out on a small island (private, but without any structures), sometimes we swam to the island and relaxed on its rocks.

Lynn, Catherine, Jack and Wayne at our Blackstone
Harbour campsite, near the channel
The next day Lynn and Wayne arrived and set up their new tent and a tarp. Later in the evening all of us went for a paddle on Woods Bay, around Georgina and Fritz Islands. The weather was perfect and we could enjoy the wonderful sunset. Once we were back, we had a campfire.

Since Catherine had left her hat in the car, the next morning we paddled to Pete’s Point (about 15 minutes) to fetch it and then we headed to Calhoun Lodge, facing a rather strong head wind. While Catherine, Lynn and Wayne went on a rigorous hike on the Baker Homestead hiking trail, I spent all this time exploring the lodge and adjacent buildings. 

Calhoun Lodge
Although I had visited the lodge several years ago (also with the same group), this time I appreciated its past history much more: Several months ago I had been contacted by Mr. Dave Nadzam from Ohio, who had seen my photos of Calhoun Lodge and made a few comments. It turned out that Dave, as a teenager, used to visit the Lodge and of course, knew its owner, Joseph Calhoun. He emailed me several photos depicting him having a wonderful time at the Lodge and wrote a couple of stories about the Lodge, ‘Judge’ Calhoun and his family. I also sent him the Massasauga Park tabloid and a brochure about Calhoun Lodge. So, now I was taking photographs and videos of the Lodge and later emailed them to Dave.

At Calhoun Lodge
I intended to incorporate his stories and some of the photographs in my blog — but he created his own blog, “The Calhoun Lodge: Willebejobe”, (https://dhnadzam.wordpress.com/), where you can find plenty of photos and very interesting stories related to the Lodge and its inhabitants-it is really worth visiting! I found it fascinating to read about the owner, “Judge” Jo Calhoun and his family (including his sister, who starred in almost 50 silent movies), Dave’s personal stories and finally stories about the Taylor family, who purchased the property from Mr. Calhoun.

The Maintenance Shed
Most of the buildings still survive in various state of (dis)repair. One of them, the maintenance shed, has a rather gloomy history: On May 24, 1968, Jerome Cassanette, the caretaker, dressed in his best clothes, and with a bottle of the Judge’s finest scotch, went to the maintenance shed, closed the shed door, started the tractor and then lay on the work bench until he succumbed to the fumes. The Judge, arriving from Ohio the next day, discovered his body. It is said that Jerome’s ghost haunts the property even to this day. While I was there alone, taking photos and exploring the buildings, I did not see any ghosts, although I was rather more concerned about encountering a black bear or an Eastern Massasauga Rattlesnake, the only venomous snake in Ontario (the park is named after this snake).

Inside Calhoun Lodge
Dave also scanned and posted a brochure published by Ontario Parks called “Calhoun Lodge and the Baker Homestead” (https://dhnadzam.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/calhoun-lodge-and-baker-homestead1.pdf) which has many photographs and tells about the Lodge and its history. Sometimes when we see abandoned houses, we wonder what had occurred there and wish they could speak. Well, this time all you have to do is go to Dave’s blog and in no time you will look at this place from a very different perspective!

Map of the Massasauga area at the Moon River Marina
On Sunday, August 4, 2013, we paddled to the falls (vis-à-vis Pete’s) and later gave a lift to Lynn & Wayne to the parking lot where they had parked their car; after saying good bye, we drove to the town of MacTier with our canoe on the roof. Yeah, we were planning to do some paddling on Lake Joseph, but eventually got too lazy and just spent a few hours in town.

Wreck Island
On Tuesday, August 6, 2014, we packed up our stuff and headed to Wreck Island. The weather was awesome and even though we had to paddle on relatively open water, we had no problems with waves or winds. Unfortunately, some motorboats were totally oblivious to our presence and we had to carefully watch for the big rollers they created. At one point three powerful speedboats darted about 100 meters in front of our canoe. In no time they vanished, yet the high waves they had left behind literally swamped our canoe — had not we positioned the canoe perpendicularly to the waves, it would have likely capsized.

Our campsite on Wreck Island
We had visited Wreck Island twice before: in 2008, during our first canoeing trip (it was just a day visit) and then in 2009, when we stayed for several days on the only campsite located on the island. We truly enjoyed our stay and thus 4 years later we were looking forward to visiting our ‘old’ campsite again!

Since the water level was lower than in 2009, our ‘private’ island on the ‘private’ bay became a peninsula. We still remembered plenty of water snakes inhabiting the island in 2009-they were quite ubiquitous, swimming everywhere and sticking their heads from numerous crevices. They were there again-one, very long and thick, was living under a flat rock, most of the time part of his body exposed to the sun. It was shocking to think that we probably had seen him as a toddler back in 2009! Others either swam or hid in cracks.

Water Snake
While Catherine spent several hours painting the canoe with First Nation artwork, I tried fishing, but she was obviously much more successful in her activity than I was at mine. This time we did not see any wildlife — we kind of missed the lonely, shy black bear that inhabited the island in 2009 and sometimes was observing us from across the small bay!

At Henry's Restaurant on Fryingpan Island
On August 8, 2013, we paddled to the famous Henry’s Restaurant on Frying Pan Island. As our trip required us to be traverse through quite exposed areas, I had made sure that the weather forecast did not call for any rapid weather changes and we were monitoring the sky and cloud patterns. We saw an OPP (Ontario Provincial Police) boat, checking boaters’ safety equipment-one hapless kayaker, who seemingly forgot to bring a life jacket, was turned back by the police. When we arrived at Henry’s, there were plenty of impressive boats, cruisers and sailboats (and one float plane) at the restaurant’s docks, yet we did not see any other canoes — we were the only brave ones!

We were the only canoeists that have arrive by canoe!
We just had French fries and briefly talked to the restaurant’s owner. Whereas the chips and fish are good, we did not think they were that great to justify their high price. Later we headed to the small store on the island.  Catherine bought ice cream, I opted for several cans of cold beer and we headed back to Wreck Island. At one point we were almost hit by a fast-moving motorboat — the driver saw us at the last moment and appeared visibly embarrassed and even terrified.

GPS tracks-poaddling to Fryingpan Island and back to Wreck Island
Instead of paddling directly to our campsite on the south shores of the island, I proceeded towards an entrance to a passage between Wreck Island and Bradden Island. There I was paddling back and forth around small rocky islands at the mouth of the passage and constantly scanning the area around the canoe. Catherine had no idea what I was doing or looking for and became quite perplexed by my peculiar behavior, yet I totally ignored her bemusement and kept paddling hither and thither.

“Do you remember the story of the Waubuno?” I asked her.

Considering all the many stories I had been regaling her with, Catherine could not recall this name.

Remains of the hull of the Waubuno
“Well, there is a Historical Plaque in Parry Sound in Waubuno Park, where a sizable anchor is located. So, to make the story short, let me just read you what it says”, I said and pulled out a sheet of paper containing the text.

“This anchor, recovered in 1959, belonged to the steamer "Waubuno", a wooden sidewheeler of some 180 tonnes which was built at Port Robinson in 1865. She carried freight and passengers in the shipping trade which flourished on Lake Huron during the nineteenth century. Commanded by Captain J. Burkett, she sailed from Collingwood on November 22, 1879, bound for Parry Sound. The "Waubuno" encountered a violent gale later that day and sank in Georgian Bay some 32 km south of here. All on board perished, and although some wreckage was later discovered, the bodies of the 24 victims were never found. The specific cause of this disaster has never been determined.”

“Wow, what a terrible disaster!” she exclaimed.

I pointed to something sticking out of the water.

“And we’re now looking at what remains of the hull of the Waubuno!”

Both of us were quietly looking at this old, rusty and decaying object which 134 years ago was part of this well-known ship.

Rock formation on Wreck Island

Then we paddled past the campsite to the beginning of the Wreck Island hiking trail. There was one cruiser docked, whose occupants were having a small campfire on shore. We spoke to them for a while-they complained about the price of gas the boat was consuming-even a short trip ended up costing several dozens dollars. Also, when it was windy, they often had to wake up in the middle of the night to check if the wind did not push the boat towards the rocky shore. Listening to such stories-and they are quite common-made us appreciate our canoe even more!

Rock formation on Wreck Island
The Wreck Island Trail is quite short, but it is absolutely spectacular due to impressive rock formations! I was devouring the amazing and unique scenery and every few seconds took a photo — I could literally feel my camera overheating! I am not a geologist, but let me quote a few passages from “Wreck Island Trail” by Ontario Parks:

Geologists believe that the rocks in this area have experienced a mid-continental collision beginning some 1.1 billion years ago. Mountain building was followed by millions of years of erosion. Some 450 million years ago a marine sea flooded this area leaving deposits of limestone, yet none of these thick deposits have survived the subsequent erosion on Wreck Island.

Fantastic rock formations on Wreck Island
Glaciation has also contributed to sculpting the park’s landscape. Continental glaciation finished the job of removing the last traces of soft limestone. The last sheet covered the Wreck Island area approximately 60,000 years ago, however, it was 14,000 years ago that an event far to the north of Hudson Bay would leave a lasting record on the island. A catastrophic release of glacial meltwater occurred, releasing a huge quantity of debris-laden water with “nowhere to go”. Ice still covered this part of Georgian Bay, including Wreck Island, as the water rushed southward. It traveled beneath the ice under tremendous pressure. The water was able to push up the base of the glacier and travel along the ground. The rushing torrents was filled with sharp grit, cobbles and boulders. This torrent attacked the rock surfaces of Wreck Island much like a giant sand blaster, resulting in the erosional processes evident today.
Percussion Boulder

Percussion Boulders

Fourteen thousand years ago a catastrophic release of glacial meltwater occurred, releasing a huge quantity of debris-laden water with “nowhere to go”. Ice still covered this part of Georgian Bay, including Wreck Island, as the water rushed southward. It traveled beneath the ice under tremendous pressure.

Taking photos on Wreck Island
The water was able to push up the base of the glacier and travel along the ground. The rushing torrent was filled with sharp grit, cobbles and boulders. This torrent attacked the rock surfaces of Wreck Island much like a giant sand blaster, resulting in the erosional processes evident today. The large, black boulders is one of those rocks which were bouncing along under the ice hammering the rock surfaces. These rocks are known as percussion boulders, they were swept along in a high speed sheet of water under tremendous pressure. Geologists think this incredible flow may have been short lived, lasting anywhere from only a number of hours to several days.

Amazing sunset on Wreck Island
We know that these percussion boulders have traveled a long distance; this black boulder looks very different than the bedrock on which it sits. The boulder is gabbro from far north of here and contains green epidote.

It was a wonderful evening and I took over one hundred photographs with the rock bathed with the setting sun, yet no photograph will convey the exceptional beauty of this area.

Enjoying the sunset near Wreck Island
It was getting dark and we slowly returned to the canoe. It was very hot, I was thirsty and had a few cans of still cold beer-it was so delicious and refreshing! We paddled for a while and finally reached our campsite in total darkness.

Next day we paddled back to Pete’s Access point, stopping along the way in Captain Allan Strait to eat Pickerel Weed, examine Arrowheads and look (unsuccessfully) for wild rice. At one point a group of seadoo riders suddenly showed up in the channel and kept going very fast in spite of our canoe being there. Since it was still early, we went to Moon River Marine for popsicles and beer, then sat down in wooden chairs and were watching and chatting with patrons loading their boats to depart to their cottages-well, a very busy Friday evening! In less than 30 minutes we arrived to the Pete’s Access point, packed the car and placed the canoe on the roof—just in time before a thunderstorm hit.

On Wreck Island-Percussion Boulder
What can I say… yet another awesome canoeing & camping trip!