Labor Day Weekend. I've been looking forward to it for quite a while: six of us heading up to Canada's Lake Superior Provincial Park to bask in the solitude and camaraderie unique to backpacking. On this trip: me, Jeff, Tom, Tammy, Javier and Jamie.
The below is paraphrased from Javier's description of the trail to our friend Jason (he didn't know I was attempting to transcribe his words as spoke!). This is illegal in 11 states.
This thing is insane in that on the eastern shore of Lake Superior there is a lot of elevation change, and they try to maximize your awareness of it as much as possible. Sometimes they have you rock climbing. Sometimes they have you climbing rock rather than walking trail. So when you're climbing you may or may not be moving forward. You're expecting from your experience with Colorado’s Rockies, Pictured Rocks, and Isle Royale, that you’ll do 1-2 miles per hour and in a full day you’ll do 9-11 miles. And here it' s just not possible. So when the ranger says it takes 4-5 days to take your planned route, you say yeah, if you're grandmas! If the Ranger hadn’t been Canadian her message would have carried more weight.
Turned out to be a nice trip. We saw a lot of things twice. The first time we were kind of rushed: we didn't take time to swim when we saw nice spot.
It was crazy walking on all kinds rocks. and rocks of the same size would all be together. So you'd go from a field of gravel to a field of boulders. The worst were these bigger-than-softball-but-smaller-than-volleyball ones that looked like dinosaur eggs. You’d step on them and they’d either hold or or they’d move and you twist your ankle. When they’d move you'd be standing between two and they’d smash your twisted ankles above your hiking boots.
Also, the Cookhouse was good. The End. </Mostly Javier>
Life becomes simpler – or at least more straightforward - when you’re picking up everything and going somewhere else each day.
One of my favorite things about this part of the world is the cairns. There’s something completely enchanting about a trail that requires following rock stacks to know where you’re going. In the woods there were little blue guy signs, but on bare rock, cairns were such a simple, artistic way to navigate the elusive, winding trail.<more from Javier> Also, we had McDonald’s. The End. </more> (for real this time).
Very cool! That last pictures is absolutely AMAZING :)
ReplyDeleteTony captured that - and I'm so glad. It was definitely a highlight to see those birds flying just barely over the still water....
ReplyDeleteFantastic trip guys! Sounds like you all had fun! So were only bearded guys invited? Is that part of the rules? Great pictures, I love the last one with the sun starting to set and the calm water.
ReplyDeleteI learned a new word too! Cairns, never knew what they were called. I was hiking along the sea cliffs near Sydney the other day and passed by many but on my way back they had been knocked down. I was going to share the story but I didn't know the correct word!
Great pictures & so fun to see your trips & friends!!! Miss you & glad that you keep us posted on your life. Love You, Aunt Lynnette
ReplyDeleteTerry - that's so cool about the cairns - I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks they're just cool. We were laughing about the beard thing - we weren't thinking when we did car assignments back through the border, and the car with the boys in it totally got stopped and searched. Crazy.
ReplyDeleteAunt Lynnette - Miss you too! Hoping to get up to the farm before too long - I'll let you know as soon as I do!