Spring Trip 2014 Part Six

The last leg of our Spring Trip 2014 sees us just coming through the portage, back into the northwest end of Kindiogami Lake. We had a little fun running the river back into Kindiogami, and we still had some stuff we needed to carry over the portage, at least me and my brother did, my son came down the river with all his gear in the kayak.


My brother had seen a marked campsite across on the other side of the lake, on the way in, so we went to check that one out first. However, we found it to be unacceptable, so we continued on down the lake.

I had seen another campsite, that was marked on an MNR map I had at home, but it was very close to the launch point, where we had parked the trucks, and I really didn’t want to get that close to the end yet. We were looking at every option for a campsite when we came across this little site, on the lower part of a bigger island.


It wasn’t an ideal site, the landing area was small and rough, and the area for tents was neither large, nor all that level. Also, there were ants. There were a number of ant hills in this campsite that looked like they had been pawed, as in bear paws. However, we decided to take this site for the last night of our trip.

We never did check out that campsite that I saw on the MNR map, so I’m not sure if it was even there. It was also on an island, which was the last island we would pass, before we reached the launch point.


My son’s kayak, parked at our last campsite. As you can see, again, it wasn’t an ideal landing spot.


My tent, and my son’s tent, in close quarters, on this small site.


My brothers tent, setup for this last night of our Spring Trip 2014.


We had this big rock in our campsite that we used as a table.


The weather was still great, and you can’t help but have a nice view, no matter where you are around here.


Looking back, from whence we came.


Looking forward, to where we will need to go tomorrow. You can’t see it in this picture, but we can actually see the landing point, where our trucks are parked, and we can see some glistening chrome from our vehicles. However, distance across water can be very deceptive, as we would find out in the morrow.


We just hung around for a while, enjoying the nice weather, and coming to terms with the fact that this trip is now winding down.


Still, it’s not the worst place in the world to just hang out and behold the majesty, and indifference of the surrounding wilderness.


This is a better shot of the lengths we had to go to, in order to get our boats ashore on this final campsite.


As the evening calm set in, we all decided to do one last exploratory paddle, to an unusually named lake, called No Speakum Lake, which had an entrance just across the lake from our campsite.


Rock me on the water, as the Jackson Browne song goes. We had both in abundance.


It seems that we always get great weather for our trips. A week before this was terrible, and the week after did get some rain, but this week was just fantastic, even though we were threatened we only got a few drops.


Heading down the bay, towards the entrance to No Speakum Lake.


It was a quiet bay, except for some loud-mouth in a fishing boat telling everyone within ear-shot of his trials and tribulations in life. They weren’t all that close but sound travels very well across water.


My brother heard a large animal charging into the bush right about at this point, so we all stop to listen for a while, but we heard nothing else, except for the loud-mouth in the fishing boat that is.


We started to see a lot of these old, weathered tree stumps sticking up out of the water.


It started to look like No Speakum Lake was not going to be just an easy paddle into the lake.


We headed in through the stumps to have a better look at what we were up against.


We got far enough in to see that there was a big beaver dam, right across this whole waterway. We stopped for a while, assessed the situation and, even though it did look possible to push over the dam, we decided to retreat, and leave the exploration of No Speakum Lake as a mystery, for now.


The retreat horn was sounded, and we slowly made our way back out through the weathered stumps.


After all, we were out for our last leisurely paddle, and going any further just looked like it was going to become more work than necessary, at this point in our trip.


We all headed back out of the long bay, to continue our last evening paddle of this years Spring Trip.


The waters were calming down nicely, and I love paddling in these conditions.


You can see by the shadows that the sun is getting lower on the horizon now.


There’s always so much to see, and so little time to see it, when you’re still part of the working world.


He’s going in.


Not too far though.


I asked my son to back into this split in the rock face, so that I could take his picture, but he was a bit reluctant.


Could this guard, at the entrance, be why he was so reluctant?


Or was it a more sinister tenant of this dark space that had him spooked?


Anyway, we had our fun, and then moved on, back towards the campsite.


The sun was fairly low in the sky now, and it was shining on the far shoreline, as we headed back that way.


Our campsite was just to the very right end of that reddish rocky cliff.


Time to reflect.


In the fading light.


Taking advantage of the setting sun, on this colourful rock face.


Although you can’t see our tents, our campsite is right up there.


And here we are, back to enjoy our last night of the trip.


In this shot, you can actually see our landing spot for tomorrow, just a little bit to the right of center, there is a small area of sand.


Our, rather humble, last night fire pit. You can see that the Captain has now abandoned ship, and will be burned at the stake for not being the last man aboard.


The sun sets on my AdvancedFrame kayak, which has, once again, proved it’s worth, as it has done many times before.


Oh well, ya can’t win ’em all. Just one last stretch of water to drag this sea anchor across, and then I can be done with it.


Still, even with the troubles I had with the Packlite on this trip, my attention was never on that difficulty very much, and you can see why.


A beautiful last evening was enjoyed by all.


Picture 1259. This was the last shot I took on our Spring Trip 2014. We had a nice campfire, and hit the sack to get some sleep before, what we felt, would be an easy paddle to the landing.

In the morning, we rose, and had our breakfast, we broke camp and packed everything up, once again. However, there was a bit of a nasty surprise waiting for us on the water. The wind had picked up considerably, and it was coming directly from the landing we needed to reach.

This is the reason that I never took any more pictures, it was a bit of a struggle to paddle against the wind and, like I said before, distances across water are difficult to judge. Both of these factors created one last test for the team, and gave us a pretty good workout to boot.

However, we all made it back unscathed, and we fought off the black flies to pack all the stuff back into our vehicles and brave the rough, and rugged bush road, to make our way out, and onto the Kindiogami logging road. From there, it was an easy drive back to town.

At this point I do want to thank both my son, and my brother for making the effort to come all the way up here, in order to do these trips with me. It’s a long drive for them, and a long drive home too. It’s great to get to see them again, and to be able to go out into the wilderness and enjoy these trips together.

Spring Trip 2014 is now in the history books and, after I’m rested up a bit, I’ll be back out on my own, to do some more walking, paddling, fishing and exploring. That is, until our next group trip, which will likely be my brother and his son. I’m also intending to do a group fall trip, back to Aubrey Lake, so it ain’t over yet!!


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