Farm Lake. Sombre, chilly, snow-sustaining weather.
Heading towards our second night destination, McKaskill Lake.
Heading toward our first real trip night destination, McKaskill Lake
Detail 5, Dove Lake. I had some time to take pictures while waiting for the other boats to load up. You may have guessed that.
Heading toward McKaskill Lake, Wednesday afternoon.
Two Johns, one canoe. Heading toward McKaskill Lake.
We had to clear branches from these put-ins so that we could roll down the canoes with more predictable results. Not-naked John seems proud of his handiwork.
Bonnechere River, Thursday, bushwhack portage #2.
Nigel checking his maps with calm assurance. "You're never lost, you just know your position with less accuracy."
Detail, middle of nowhere, Bonnechere River. It can't have been that bad if I was still into taking pictures.
I am looking up even if things are not.
Not the best campsite. But there was a dent in the rock right under my butt, so I was comfortable.
"Why are you smiling Nigel, we\'re facing the day from hell."
Break time. Somewhere along the newly and gratefully discovered logging road.
"It's okay, John. We're almost finished lunch. You'll be able to take your clothes off any time now."
Homestead, with remains of root cellar (we think) in the foreground.
Marshy lake by the side of the road at the start of the Basin Depot Death March.
No, John. Clothes are mandatory on all portages. My trip, my rules. Sorry.