One of the draws of this trip was that Brian had promised a paddling trip. We had discussed kayaking on Lake Huron, or maybe do an overnight trip on some local lakes. Given my schedule, we decided to paddle the chain of lakes near Brian's cabin and make a day of it. Brian suggested we motor across the big lakes and paddle the streams and smaller lakes.
After crossing the first lake, we paddled the stream connecting to the next lake.
And then a portage, or portAGE
as the Canadians say it.
Our put-in on the other side.
We paddled by this small island where a group was camping. One of the guys called out as we passed that we had great paddling technique. It was refreshing paddling with an experienced paddler.
We stopped by a small (unoccuppied) trapper's cabin.
And Brian was fascinated by this giant root ball.
The water was super-clear.
Another portage, and swimming.
We had fun swimming into the current behind the dam and getting swept downstream.
And then back to paddling.
I made Brian portage the canoe. Probably because he pronounced it wrong.
And a stop for lunch.
Brian's engine mount broke and he made an elaborate fix (Did you know all Canadian vessels [even canoes] are required to carry, among other things, 50 feet of buoyant rope?). All for naught, as it turned out the engine was out of gas, too.
And then, of course, more swimming.
We paddled back and Ken was cooking up heaping plates of spaghetti.
After dinner we sat out on the deck for the late sunset, around 9pm.
And then a while around the fire.