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Doug and Ted on the French River - June 2011

June 12th
Getting there and a nasty surprise.




June 13th
Off to the Old Voyageur Channel


Wondering about the actual Old Voyageur Route


June 14th
Black Bay to the top of the Old Voyageur Channel




June 15th
To and through the Finger Boards
The Finger Boards are a group of long islands and shoals made from glacial action.




June 16th
Circumnavigating the island
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While looking at the map, I mentioned to Doug that it appeared as if a person might be able to head further up our channel and get to the Bad River Channel across from Devil Door Rapid via several creeks and ponds. Doug immediately said "Let's do it clockwise." So we did. A very interesting day indeed and thank goodness for accurate maps.




It was our last evening on Georgian Bay so Doug and I spent some time just enjoying and photographing. I couldn't help but take a photo of Doug taking a photo. The full moon was the perfect ending.
June 17th
Back to Hartley Bay

All good times must end. At Doug's suggestion, we decided to try a different route home via the Main Channel and Dalles Rapids. Along the way we spotted three old ship's boilers rusting in the water at the edge of the Channel. Two were side by side. They were a couple of logging tug boats that technology had over-taken. They were steam driven and new tugs were diesel so they had just been run aground to slowly rot and rust away. One of the old boilers had taken on a second life as a beaver lodge with sticks and mud closing up the larger openings.
The Bear at Dalles Rapids
Sorry for not having any photos of this experience but we were rather occupied at the time.
Doug and I, after a couple of fast chutes that required some lining, found the beach and the portage around the main part of Dalles Rapids. We both had lots of gear so we decided on a 3-pass portage. As I had to stop to put on decent walking shoes, Doug ended up well ahead of me. One of my portage tricks is to carry both main pack and food barrel for a while, then leave the food barrel half-way and an easy walk back for it.
Doug had dropped his gear and was heading back for more when he surprised a bear sniffing around my food barrel. It took off and we thought nothing more about it - at least for a while. Nonetheless we decided that one person should stay with both food barrels while the other went back for more gear and canoes. Everything went fine for a while. But shortly after Doug left for his canoe, I spotted the bear staring at me from about 30 feet away. I immediately went into shouting and rock throwing mode being careful not to actually hit him. Instead of taking off however, he quietly took a few steps towards me - no huffing, snorting or stomping the ground. That's when I started aiming the rocks at him and slid the safety off the bear spray trigger. Shortly after Doug came back down the trail, the bear slowly turned around and just walked off. Thank goodness for that.
While I was changing back from walking to water shoes, Doug heard it coming around for a third time! That's when I did a one shoe on - one shoe off clamber into my canoe and was gone! He was a fair sized male but a bit skinny and, most likely, very hungry from hibernation. This fellow wasn't bothered at all by verbal abuse or badly thrown rocks so my guess is that he was habituated to swear words and rocks from cottages and fish camps in the area.
Worried about the upcoming weekend and perhaps more campers heading south via Dalles Rapids, we decided to canoe all the way back to Hartley Bay to let the staff know. They also thought that the bear was way too aggressive and phoned the Park Warden to advise him. It was a long drive home that night rather than a last full-moon evening at a camp but....
I really shouldn't be too worried as in 50 some-odd years of camping in grizzly and black bear country, this was my first really negative experience.
Time now to start thinking about a sea kayak trip back that way for next year.
Doug and I, after a couple of fast chutes that required some lining, found the beach and the portage around the main part of Dalles Rapids. We both had lots of gear so we decided on a 3-pass portage. As I had to stop to put on decent walking shoes, Doug ended up well ahead of me. One of my portage tricks is to carry both main pack and food barrel for a while, then leave the food barrel half-way and an easy walk back for it.
Doug had dropped his gear and was heading back for more when he surprised a bear sniffing around my food barrel. It took off and we thought nothing more about it - at least for a while. Nonetheless we decided that one person should stay with both food barrels while the other went back for more gear and canoes. Everything went fine for a while. But shortly after Doug left for his canoe, I spotted the bear staring at me from about 30 feet away. I immediately went into shouting and rock throwing mode being careful not to actually hit him. Instead of taking off however, he quietly took a few steps towards me - no huffing, snorting or stomping the ground. That's when I started aiming the rocks at him and slid the safety off the bear spray trigger. Shortly after Doug came back down the trail, the bear slowly turned around and just walked off. Thank goodness for that.
While I was changing back from walking to water shoes, Doug heard it coming around for a third time! That's when I did a one shoe on - one shoe off clamber into my canoe and was gone! He was a fair sized male but a bit skinny and, most likely, very hungry from hibernation. This fellow wasn't bothered at all by verbal abuse or badly thrown rocks so my guess is that he was habituated to swear words and rocks from cottages and fish camps in the area.
Worried about the upcoming weekend and perhaps more campers heading south via Dalles Rapids, we decided to canoe all the way back to Hartley Bay to let the staff know. They also thought that the bear was way too aggressive and phoned the Park Warden to advise him. It was a long drive home that night rather than a last full-moon evening at a camp but....
I really shouldn't be too worried as in 50 some-odd years of camping in grizzly and black bear country, this was my first really negative experience.
Time now to start thinking about a sea kayak trip back that way for next year.