The goal: to find a moose.
Trip Start Sep 29, 2007
1Trip End Oct 02, 2007
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I started the trip with a mission to find a moose and perfect my moose-call. (I'd have to perform it for you in person, typed it just isn't the same.)
But stories of this trip begin even before we went out on the water. As we were unpacking the car, we noticed another couple by the dock making repeated trips back to their van, then to the canoe, and back to their van again
At least we knew we wouldn't see (or hear) them after the first portage. And it was after this half kilometre trail we reached our first campsite. And at the first campsite is where I cut my first logs. I can say logs because Kevan had to stand on the other end so I could saw it. And before I cut this wood I went out to find hardwood and had found this tree. So not only can I saw wood but I know what kind of tree to look for. I'd say if I were a girl scout I'd have gotten the "tree knowledge" badge. Or something like that.
The next day, and several lakes and portages later, we made it to Bandit lake. Before we reached our campsite we paddled beside otters (so cute!) This was turning into a safari, algonquin style. However, I had a slight problem with this last campsite, and that was the mice. And there were many. And I hate them. I found mouse poo on my magazine, on Kevan's coffee cup and my towel drying innocently on a rock. The last night I shone my headlamp at a sound near my foot and there right in front of me was one of the little rodents!! I may have screamed (very quietly) and needed to be escorted back to the tent for proper shoes
But the last morning was the reason I'm writing this travelpod. We had woken up, eaten and were getting ready to pack up and head home. Kevan heard a splash in the water and went to check out if there was 'something' there. My moose had come! There, 10m accross the water from our campsite were two moose! I wished we could have watched them all day but when we moved positions we spooked them and they took off into the bush.
Our paddle home was straight into the wind (when has it ever NOT been?) Yet I kept begging at the end of each portage to head back into the park. But our trek home was not without animal sightings: we spotted bear-poo beside one of the portages and paddled near many loons and few more otters.
Finally, on our drive out of the park we saw another moose with two calfs! Truely my greatest safari since Africa. Enjoy the photos!