Sept 14th - The loons were very vocal during the night; however, getting up to a loud "yell" out over the lake from Norm H. was a usual morning event to get everyone activated. The lake was very calm with a cool wind, a sun rising on the east hillside and mist settling on the lake in the cove around the point. At 10:15 am, we started off across Manitou Lake with Wayne in the stern this time. It was still sunny; however, the wind picked up and clouds were approaching which caused the waves to increase in size. Passed Pine Island with three canoes along the rocky shore and several teenagers could be seen jumping from a rock ledge into the lake. The wind increased and we had to stay close to shore before crossing out into the middle of the lake and around a large island. We stopped to check our map and to discuss our strategy in passing between a peninsula and an island further down the lake. At the peninsula, the three canoes and nine youths passed us chanting camp songs, they were certainly in the "wilderness spirit". We appreciated their opportunity and only wished that such a school program existed during our youth. We crossed the lake paddling against strong winds and into waves with white caps and entered an inlet which would bring us to the portage (the one on the right - better beaches) to North Tea Lake. Clouds indicated that a storm was approaching.
The sun appeared later that afternoon and we went for a swim in the shallow waters which were quite warm. Norm H. walked along the shoreline to the next campsite and talked to three campers who were in the process of building a sweat lodge on their beach. At 8 pm, supper consisted of spaghetti with pepperoni and soup and just as we finished, the wind picked up and we could tell that it was going to rain. Dishes were immediately cleaned and the food bag hung among the trees just as it started to rain quite hard. We went to our respective tents, but nobody seemed to mind going to bed early, even though Norm R. and John wouldnt stop talking and laughing.
We were up and getting the fire going at 6:50 am and had apple pancakes and coffee for breakfast. There was a mixture of cloud and a few rays of sun and by 8 am, a beautiful rainbow could be seen across the lake with a smaller one next to it. We have decided to use this site as a base camp and canoe to Biggar Lake for the day. We felt that with the present weather conditions, it would be too risky and labourious to go through the three portages from Biggar Lake to Three Mile Lake, and then the "humongous" portage (2800 m) thereafter to Manitou Lake. We came to the Park to enjoy ourselves and not to endure an ERT exercise. We plan on returning to Manitou Lake tomorrow and hopefully stay at the same site among the pine trees on the plateau. We have been having some trouble with the Coleman stove and thought that it might be caused by dirty fuel or it required a good cleaning. We have Waynes single burner stove as a backup. The latrine is something else to experience - single holer with a lid covering it, right out in the open among the pines, but it works wonders if you have a dire need for it. At 9:30 am, we set off down North Tea Lake, using the rock on the point as a return reference. The sky was fairly cloudy with some wind while the waves were moderately challenging. We followed the shoreline for about a mile and then crossed a large cove and around a peninsula into a narrow channel where John and Norm R. momentarily grounded onto a sand bar. Before entering Mangotasi Lake, we passed two loons about 20 feet from us - they didnt even fly away. Just before entering a small pond at the first portage, Norm R. bellowed his "moose call" and seconds later, we could heard a loud banging and crashing sound. Immediately we thought that it was a moose running in the woods from the marsh. We heard the sound a second time and this time we were sure it had to be a moose. As we rounded the bend, there were four female canoeists from the Toronto area at the portage who had just placed their canoes down onto the rocky shoreline. This was the noise we had heard and not that of a "lovesick moose".
Entering Biggar Lake, we found a campsite and put our canoes right onto the site to offer a form of wind protection while preparing our lunch. At this time, we decided not to continue onto Biggar Lake due to the climatic conditions. A better plan was to return to our base camp and enjoy the rest of the day. At 2:30 pm on our return to the first portage, we met some teenagers who were waiting for the rest of their group - sixteen in all with eight canoes. We would be meeting the rest of the group at various stages during the next two portages. They were a school group from Brantford and they were planning to camp on Biggar Lake for the night.
At camp, we immediately went for a refreshing swim in the shallow waters of the sandy beach. We sat on the warm rocks in the sun and constructively talked about our trip and how we could make a future trip more efficient for next year, ie. more backpacks rather than bags, two single burner stoves, etc. We had an excellent pasta supper and our usual communication always resulted in laughter. Just as it got dark at approximately 8 pm, wolves across the lake howled at the half moon for the next three hours. The wind died down and there was silence throughout the park, except for the wolves, the loons and our campfire. At the beach, the sky was so full of stars with the Big Dipper appearing big and close - we could almost reach out and grab it. "A shooting star" was seen crossing the sky for a split second - the whole scene was simply "majestic". There was an "object" in the distant western horizon sky with red and green lights, which didnt appear to be moving for a long period of time; however, it did cast a reflection onto the lake so it wasnt a star nor a satellite. Back at the campfire, with everyone listening attentively, Wayne talked about his experiences while on northern detachment duties.
After breakfast, we kept the fire going to keep out the chill. When we left camp at 10:15 am, the sun failed to appear and rolling clouds were approaching from the northwest, together with a wind. This meant that we would be paddling into the wind while crossing Manitou Lake, and not at our back as initially expected. The portage from North Tea Lake to Manitou Lake appeared to be much easier to complete, mainly because the food bag was much lighter and we knew what to expect going up and over the escarpment. Wayne found a pair of Polaroid sunglasses and placed them on the portage sign for the person who lost them on his return. At the end of the portage, John found his rope which he had left behind two days previously. Says a lot about the canoeists in Algonquin Park, everyone looking out for one another and not placing anyone in any form of hardship. We left the portage under heavy cloud and a wind from the northwest. We had expected to cross Manitou Lake with the wind at our back, but to the contrary. Leaving the channel and entering the lake, we encountered some heavy waves, some with white caps - had to take them on directly or at an angle, which made paddling much more difficult. However, the Langford canoes took on the challenge with ease. Between the peninsula and the island, the winds came at us from various directions and at the center point, they created a circular area which was calm with very small waves. Quite eery! Then we found ourselves back into the heavy waves. At the next island, we decided to take a route on the right and seek protection from the hillside. We stopped at a beautiful campsite located on a point among some pine trees with an ideal fireplace as well as a sandy beach - an ideal choice for a future trip. We dug in our paddles and finally reached our campsite where we had stayed the past Monday night.
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