Part Deux

It rained again Saturday night so I packed up wet stuff and dropped the Boss at the bus terminal in Sudbury and raced down the road to meet Heavy-C and the J-Set at Kiosk. They were already there by the time I got through the police blockade. It was insanely windy at Kiosk so we put my wet tent on a line to dry in the wind. It worked. Steak for supper. Bratwurst for desert. That's living large!

It was still pretty windy when we headed into the wilds of Algonquin Park Sunday morning but fearless adventurers that we are we forged ahead. Really we did. Into the dragon’s maw as it were. At our first portage we met a pair of less intrepid adventures staring fearfully out at the unforgiving expanse of raging half frozen lake. They greeted us with bad news: "not a fish, not a bite". With some encouragement, they decided to test their metal against the waves. We never saw them again.

The portages were almost good. Not too long and only the second one had some rough spots in the form of mud reminiscent of the lowlands of La Cloche Silhouette. The main issue of the day was that the rented kayak weighed about 9000 pounds. In the future we will have to book Physh camps as canoe teams. Too bad they don't rent 14 foot canoes. I'd probably be willing to take a 14 footer out by myself. But in that wind a 16 foot canoe with one paddler wouldn't have gone anywhere but back onto the rocks.