Taken when we had no blisters or injuries.
One hundred-forty miles doesn’t sound like much — if you are in a car, I suppose.
But we were in canoes. Two old, heavy and dented aluminum canoes, that is. By the end of the first 160 rod portage from the parking lot to the Moose River, my friends were all ready letting me know what a pain in the neck — literally — they were. But I didn’t really notice. I’d been planning and looking forward to getting back up north for so long I practically ran down the trail.
And just like that, we were back. Within hours, we’d seen muskrats swimming up the river before us, heard the call of loons at dusk and felt that aching yet satisfying soreness that comes with thousands of paddle strokes and rods walked.
Annemarie and I had seen part of our route before in a previous trip; we’d taken the Moose River north to Lac La Croix and over to Curtain Falls. That was part of what turned out to be a leisurely trip. Not so this time around. We traveled from 12-15 miles on an average day, with our longest day ending at about 20 miles. (We were ready to call it quits after about 15 miles, but a bear camped out at our would-be site forced us to keep moving.)
The variety of country we saw through the whole trek (map) really was astounding:
Crazy cliffs:
Cliffs on the eastern Canadian shore of Lac La Croix.
Gorgeous sunsets:
The sun sets as we return from said cliffs.
Curtain Falls:
Curtain Falls, between Iron and Crooked lakes.
Towering pines:
Pine trees on a small Canadian island on the far west side of Lake Saganaga.
Burn areas:
Burned forest on Lake Saganaga.
More photos here.
After so many long days, I’m thinking next time will be a little more laid back. I loved seeing so much in one trip, but I would’ve liked more time to stop and smell the roses, as it were. Good thing I’ve got plenty of years (I hope) and plenty of lakes, rivers and trails left to explore.