Next morning we brushed the frost off the tents (almost froze my fingers taking the tent down),
loaded everything back into the van and started driving.
Enroute
Embarrassingly, this is the second time this has happenned to us. The last two hours of driving is
on a gravel road, and the rocks from the rear wheels of the van tend to richochet off the front of
the trailer. 99.99 percent of them are too small to do any damage... Based on our previous
experience, we had tacked small pieces of carpetting to the front of the trailer to help dampen
down the richochets. One of them had fallen off. Chris was a bit shocked that no-one else in the
van even batted an eye, just got down to work, using duct tape and a big orange garbage bag to
close up the opening. For the rest of us, this was (at least) the fourth time we have had to tape up
a window on a vehicle on a canoeing trip!
We pulled up at the local fishing camp an hour later. We loaded up and paddled easy for about 6
hours. The weather was great, sunny and calm. The fall colours were all around us, not
something we usually see on a canoe trip.
Portage
Launching the canoes after a particularly beautiful portage. This was the first time I have portaged
through piles of autumn leaves. Really pretty.
Paddling
This is the life. Paddling in the sun, dragging a line behind. The line was more for decoration,
because we refused to paddle slowly enough for anything but the most determined of fish.
The last 2 hours were spent wishing we had stopped at an idyllic campsite "way back there".
However, we did find a nice little site on an island, which although cramped was pleasant. Brent
got the fire going and we had dinner. The evening was cool enough so that the back side of your
body away from the fire got cold.
To the next day
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