| Date : | Wed, 27 Aug 2003 14:09:24 +0000 | Sault St. Marie, Ontario to Port Severin, Ontario. July 19th to August 19th
St. Marys River, The North Channel, & Georgian Bay.
It just occurred to me that it was this very same day last year, (Aug. 25) that I departed Thunder Bay to travel to and also down The Mississippi River. I have been making myself nervous off and on lately about whether or not I will have enough time to beat winter and make it all the way to The Big Apple. I am planning about a week long stop over in Toronto to visit friends and family and have been doubting whether or not that is a prudent idea. I guess I am worrying myself for nothing though because if I can successfully start out this time of year from T.Bay, I should have no problem at all starting out this time of year from Southern Ontario.
Ok, here's the skinny. I realize it took me a month to go from Sault St. Marie to Port Severin, located on the south-east end of Georgian Bay. The fact is, I really spent fourteen days in The Sault area for various reasons. Once I got going again, I paddled from The St. Marys River to Killarney in eight days, completing the voyage on The North Channel of Lake Huron. From Killarney, I paddled another seven days, with one day off, to Port Severin, completing Lake Huron's Georgian Bay. Now I think I understand why my subconscious is in turmoil regarding the remaining time needed to complete this trip.
Frankly though, I have no doubt in my mind that I will succeed in reaching New York City. I have paddled roughly 1300 kms. to get here and have slightly less than that to go. As well, much of the remaining kms. will be traveled on inland canals, rivers, and lakes which will make the going much easier. I certainly can't complain about my experience on the big bodies of water either. I feel that I was really lucky this year because I had no real problems to deal with and the weather was very accommodating. It most likely has to due with the fact that I am just better at wilderness traveling and am using substantially better gear this year. The water and wind were still very good for me none the less.
During this leg of my journey, I enjoyed many good times on The St. Marys River. I stayed several days at Bell's Point Campground. Although more expensive, I did meet many great people and had a great deal of fun. I also was visited there by my cousin Cory from Toronto on her way to Manitoba for a month, which was nice to see a familiar face. I made my way from there to Echo Bay and was swept up by some local folks who were cool enough to take me to Toronto to the Sarsstock Concert.
Once back and away again, I started to make my way along the North Shore of The North Channel. The first night out I ended up camping in the yard of Mason Phelps. Mason was kind enough to let me use his property, facilities, and even fed me dinner with all of his other guests. I might add that Mason's summer home is a sprawling, cliffside, multi-million dollar mansion!! The following day, I floated beside a cruiser for awhile and drank scotch and waters. Once I had left the cruiser and had set up camp on shore, I was delighted to have left-overs arrive, compliments of the folks from the yaught.
The day after that, despite the scotches, I paddled well into darkness due to the fact I could not find a hospitable piece of shoreline to make camp on. I finally came upon a camp on an island and pulled in. I checked to see if anyone was home but there was not. It looked as if the camp had not been opened for the year but to my surprise, the door was unlocked. The beach was going to make rocky, uncomfortable sleeping and there was also an overnight thunderstorm in the forecast. I figured that nobody would be around this late and they would probably not mind if I used there couch instead. I would leave the camp in better condition than I found it so I convinced myself that it would be OK. Around midnight I was startled to hear voices and a boat motor being cut. I quickly blew out the candles I was reading by and could make out a boat creeping up to the shore with men's voices coming from it. I do profess to be fairly hard to rattle but I would be lying to say that I was not crapping my pants at this point. I was sort of hoping that it was the police because I could at least avoid an ass whopping then. I heard a man yell out that they saw my candles and to come out. I obeyed and walked down to the beach. The man asked what I was doing and I fumbled around for words to tell him what I was up to and why I had decided to squat in his camp. He informed me that they were staying on the other side of the island at his parents camp and as long as I did not light a fire, was welcome to stay the night where I was. I was extremely relieved to hear this and thanked them profusely. As they were pulling away, the man also added that I should come around the island the next morning to have breakfast. I was surprised at how kind these people treated their burglars and said that I would indeed do that!!
The other interesting things I experienced on The North Channel was staying at The John Island YMCA. I was given a cabin for the night and was fed dinner and breakfast with the councilors and kids. I also stayed with Terry & Kay Gaffney at The Strawberry Island Lighthouse built in 1884 near Little Current, Ontario.
Once reaching Killarney, Ontario, I was officially moving from The North Channel to Georgian Bay of Lake Huron. The first night out, I camped with a group of young people and we ate road-kill moose meat all night. We cooked small pieces of meat over the fire on sticks but basically, it was raw. Apparently raw moose meat is Ok to eat and I did not have any adverse side affects. I have a pretty solid guts I suppose because I drank all my water straight out of the bodies of water and continued to do so on Georgian Bay as well.
Once on Georgian Bay, I stayed in the bunkie of Les & Rea Horst one night in Britt, Ontario. The Horsts are fanatical about pugs and have one of their own named Lucy. Lucy has gotten quite obese over her nine years and had outgrown her leather, studded, biker outfit. The Horsts were kind enough to give it to Yoda as they felt she would need to look tougher to go to New York. I also stayed on "Summer Office", a yaught owned by Glen & Dawn Hippwell.
The only different wildlife I encountered during this leg, was several mink that were quite bold in letting me watch them dive for crayfish. Mink are exactly like ferrets only dark brown.
To sum up, my trip thus far has been virtually flawless. It is much, much easier traveling in the summer rather than in the fall. I was concerned about excessive heat but it has turned out to be nothing but enjoyable. I was also concerned about insects during the summer but they have turned out to be very little trouble. I have not found the insects to be any worse than last year, during September and October. So, I am happily looking forward to paddling The Trent-Severin Waterway which is the next leg of my journey. This waterway will encompass 400km, a marine railway, two lift locks, 42 locks, will take me over the Atlantic Watershed as well. I paddle upstream to Kirkland, Ontario and then from there on I will be paddling downstream.
Till next time, cheers, d.
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