Day 1: Friday, September 3
8am came and went, along with a possible early morning departure. An early departure would
have given us the chance of completing the 2km portage at the end of the first day of paddling,
and then immediately finding a campsite and collapsing into it. But Joan and Elaine arrived later
than we hoped. So it goes. Once they arrived, we started stuffing stuff into waterproof bags and
getting everything ready. Extensive repacking of the food bags was done over and over. I now
knew that we were 7. An odd number is a little awkward for canoeing, but we did have one big
"freighter" canoe, 18 feet long and very broad. So it would be 3 people in the freighter and
2
people in each of "Mad Rivers". Dad's big Chevrolet Caprice Station wagon was able to seat
8
people in seat belts, so we had room to spare with only 7 people!. Mike's trailer held the canoes
and most of the gear.
We were finally on the road at 11:00. No chance of doing the big portage today!
Enroute we stopped at the La Ronge Visitor Centre to register. This entitles us to Voyageur
Certificates once we complete the trip. They also send in the Mounties if we don't make it out!
We also loaded up on the usual gas and snacks at Mohawk. We continued to McKay Lake at
km 60, where we unloaded trailer at the campsite dock on Heyer Bay. Peter did the 20 km car
shuttle to Missinipe, where Ric Drieger (of Churchill River Canoe Outfitters -CRCO) was going
to help with the shuttle. In the meantime, the rest of us loaded up the canoes. Peter and Ric
reappeared with the Caprice, along with some advice for the portages! Ric took the Caprice
back to Missinipe for safe-keeping and we were finally in the water by 15.30. Joan and Peter in
Peters red Mad River kevlar canoe, Warren and Karen in Warrens beige Mad River royalex
canoe, and Elaine, Andy and Rick in Chris Aluminum "freighter" canoe.
Warren decided that it would make the trip more interesting if the novices
learned to navigate. Everyone had a map and a compass and no excuse. We paddled out into
Heyer Bay in fine style, with Joan and Peter in the lead following a course to the north-west. The
other two canoes followed, then changed course, after much discussion and pointing, to the
north.
Andy, Rick and Elaine all pointing in different directions.
Joan and Peter did not have the courage of their convictions and followed the rest around the
point towards the north. After we arrived at the northern shore of Heyer Bay and didn't find any
exit, the group got ready to take off in yet another wrong direction. At this point, Warrren
decided it was time to help in the navigation, identified our location and we all paddled back
south, retracing our steps. We rounded the point and took off in the direction that Peter and Joan
had originally intended to go. Once through the narrow outlet from Heyer Bay and into the main
part of MacKay Lake life became easier. A pleasant paddle, with nice warm weather with a
following wind, took us to the take out in Orton Bay. This was incorrectly located both by the
grid reference and on the map, but since Warren had been burned before, he was able to point
out the real location of the portage trail. The rest of the group was whistled in. Three years
before, on this same trip with Brent, it had taken them over an hour to find. The 440 m portage
was easy and in good condition, although a bit of a culture shock for Andy and Karen. Rick
found a "rickshaw" that someone had built out of old bicycle bits and plywood and rope. Using
it
doubled the effort required to complete the portage. The put in was on a narrow arm of Bartlett
Lake.
Rick and Andy with Rick's Rickshaw
We were running behind schedule (!), and decided to camp on an island about 5 km into Bartlett
after having covered a total of 11 km. The tents were halfway up when we were hit by a brief
brief hail storm.
Hail hitting the water
This soon cleared and Elaine made dinner. She had prepared a whole bunch of personal foil-wrapped meals,
made up of ham, potatoes and fresh garden vegetables. There was even a
special one made up for Warren with no mushrooms. Delicious. And a good thing we didn't
make it to the 2km portage. They were heavy!
Elaine, cooking into the evening.
As darkness fell, we stayed up late and were treated to an awesome display of aurora borealis,
and even a couple of satellites.
On to the next day
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