Northern Dancer
Survivalist
Moose Galore
Journal Summary Tuesday May 23rd to Monday June 12th
Beaver Dam on Whisky Rapids River
I waited uncomplainingly - fourteen long-lasting days before the temperature ascended the *20 degree mark giving me a taste of summer heat. Three evenings the thermometer plummeted to *3 degrees. The three season Alaknak, my superior sleeping bag, a tent heater, hot water bottle, fall coat, skier’s toque, gloves and faithful rain gear greatly contributed to my physical well-being and helped sustain my morale. It rained twelve days, two being rigorous thunderstorms that could have easily turned my tent into a floating barge. And then there were the black flies.
When I surveyed my site I noted the terrain and made provision for a major rain storm.
The water fail short of my kitchen by 1/2 foot and five feet from the front of my tent.
Planned that well I must say.
I read more books in two weeks than I have in two years; History, Communications, Religion, Social Work and general interest. The CBC kept me informed about the latest tweet from President Trump and a funky little volunteer run radio station 88.7 Hunter’s Bay introduced me to all kinds of intriguing music and interesting dialogue. CD’s and comedy DVD’s entertained me during the storms.
I made much of the good days; taking pictures of moose, observing a bear (albeit for less than a moment), enjoying crackling camp fires, cooking meals, and following a daily routine of taking care of self. I hit the trails and took in the sights when I could. I made friends with a reluctant chipmunk who started our relationship with considerable trepidation. By the end of my stay he would scurry up my pant leg and sit comfortably in my lap to munch on a peanut from a shell. I relished the mid and high 20’s that enabled me to slip into shorts and T.
There were plenty of moose about.
These two just walked through my camp site and onto the dirt road.
I took contentment in being alone and used time to meditate, plan, think and set goals for the immediate future. There were periods of extended silence when only moderate breezes filtered by the trees could be heard. There were choirs of birds chanting their best and one evening a Great Horned Owl announced his presence by his distinguishable hoot. Chirping frogs from a distant bog croaked in unison all night and would occasionally stop instantly and after a moment of silence begin again.
Spring Flowers
Indeed I derived satisfaction watching the moon mature to completeness; I toasted my Camping Babble Colleagues and drank my Monasterio de las Vinas Spanish wine.
It was 27 degrees C with clear skies when I left Algonquin. This trip had a great variety of circumstances that I haven’t experience in some time. It was an serious and great start to the camping season.
*03 C = 37 F, *20 C = 70 F *27 C = 80.6 F
Journal Summary Tuesday May 23rd to Monday June 12th
Beaver Dam on Whisky Rapids River
I waited uncomplainingly - fourteen long-lasting days before the temperature ascended the *20 degree mark giving me a taste of summer heat. Three evenings the thermometer plummeted to *3 degrees. The three season Alaknak, my superior sleeping bag, a tent heater, hot water bottle, fall coat, skier’s toque, gloves and faithful rain gear greatly contributed to my physical well-being and helped sustain my morale. It rained twelve days, two being rigorous thunderstorms that could have easily turned my tent into a floating barge. And then there were the black flies.
When I surveyed my site I noted the terrain and made provision for a major rain storm.
The water fail short of my kitchen by 1/2 foot and five feet from the front of my tent.
Planned that well I must say.
I read more books in two weeks than I have in two years; History, Communications, Religion, Social Work and general interest. The CBC kept me informed about the latest tweet from President Trump and a funky little volunteer run radio station 88.7 Hunter’s Bay introduced me to all kinds of intriguing music and interesting dialogue. CD’s and comedy DVD’s entertained me during the storms.
I made much of the good days; taking pictures of moose, observing a bear (albeit for less than a moment), enjoying crackling camp fires, cooking meals, and following a daily routine of taking care of self. I hit the trails and took in the sights when I could. I made friends with a reluctant chipmunk who started our relationship with considerable trepidation. By the end of my stay he would scurry up my pant leg and sit comfortably in my lap to munch on a peanut from a shell. I relished the mid and high 20’s that enabled me to slip into shorts and T.
There were plenty of moose about.
These two just walked through my camp site and onto the dirt road.
Spring Flowers
It was 27 degrees C with clear skies when I left Algonquin. This trip had a great variety of circumstances that I haven’t experience in some time. It was an serious and great start to the camping season.
*03 C = 37 F, *20 C = 70 F *27 C = 80.6 F
Incredibly quiet and truly majestic
I had good meals and managed to do some baking.
Bed sitting room...err I mean tent and a happy trail.
I put my "Happy Flag" out when the temperature finally hit 70
I finally saw the Canisbay Bear
It was a great trip and I'm looking forward to returning to Tea Lake
and all the other places that I have booked this year.
I had good meals and managed to do some baking.
Bed sitting room...err I mean tent and a happy trail.
I put my "Happy Flag" out when the temperature finally hit 70
I finally saw the Canisbay Bear
It was a great trip and I'm looking forward to returning to Tea Lake
and all the other places that I have booked this year.