Sat.
Sept 15th.
8C At approximately 5 am,
John called out to Wayne to do something about
Norm Hs snoring it was the worst
they had ever had to endure. Over the next ten
minutes, everyone traded insults and accused one
another of snoring or something worse - it
appeared that Norm H., who would not admit to
anything, got off the hook
this time!
We were all glad
that we would be sleeping in our own bed this
evening because the terrain we had just slept on
had to be the most difficult to date it
was almost impossible to locate the right
position without being poked by a rock or a root
or slipping downward in our sleeping bags.
We decamped in
short order and ate a good breakfast before
paddling across a calm, tranquil Grace Lake. As
we approached the middle of the lake, we could
speculate, based on the layout of the landscape
that our final portage was not going to be too
strenuous. At the second campsite, two campers,
sitting in their lawn chairs drinking coffee and
enjoying the sunrise, confirmed our thought on
the upcoming portage. At the end of the lake, we
gazed back and were rewarded with a solitary,
panoramic view of Grace Lake.
At our last
portage (31P1745), we found two empty canoes and
suspected that their owners were transporting
their equipment to Cranberry Bay. Halfway through
the easy-going portage, we met four cheerful
women who had entered the interior of the park
two days prior to our arrival. As an inside joke,
Wayne immediately asked them whether they were
nurses, but as it turned out, they were retired
teachers from Sudbury with
self-preservation foremost on our mind, we
convinced ourselves that these four women also
had to be nuns! We had a few laughs over this
unexpected "rendez-vous".
Along the trail,
we noticed several species of fungi on fallen,
rotting trees and various kinds of mushrooms.
There was also an abundance of poison ivy with
its shiny, green trifoliate leaves visible off
the main path - as it had been throughout our
trip. In the damp mud, we identified raccoon
tracks as well as those of a lynx.
We
blinked at the dazzling brilliance of the sun
framed on the enclosure of Cranberry Bay as we
emerged from the dark, forested portage. Time
seemed irrelevant and we took advantage of this
to reminisce one last time. Killarney Provincial
Park is truly a vast and beautiful tract of
wilderness, with clean blue and sometimes aqua
lakes, a spectacular range of white quartzite
ridges that dominated the La Cloche Mountain
range, pine and hardwood forests, boggy lowlands,
and a wide variety of plant and animal life.
It is a special
place that deserves respect from visitors
respect for its beauty and remote character, but
above all for its unique environment. Over the 6
½ day trip through Killarney Provincial Park, we
accomplished paddling 95 km over twenty-six (26)
waterways, trekked over thirty-one (31) portages
covering 12.6 km, but with two-trip portaging,
the overall distance was 37.8 km of hiking, and
hauled our canoes over eleven (11) beaver dams
it provided us all with an appreciative
insight on the parks unspoiled wilderness -
a natural Canadian heritage. The park had lived
up to our expectations and more the trip
was a resounding and unforgettable success and
its memory will remain etched with us forever.
Our
trip through Cranberry Bay and across Frood Lake
would be the final test as we faced strong
westerly headwinds that funneled through the
ridges and narrow channels; however, the
shorelines and hillsides compensated with their
spectacular characteristics and beauty. As we
paddled along Frood Lake, we were left with mixed
feelings of joy and emptiness. We were happy to
have successfully completed the trip, but we also
had a hollow feeling, knowing we were about to
leave this majestic eco-region. Rounding the
point into Willisville, we suddenly confronted
reality again when we saw many residences
displayed with a Canadian and American flag at
half-mast - our wilderness trip became secondary
and we gave deep thought to what the future had
in store for us.
Compiled by Norm
Hooper
Edited by Geri
Hooper
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