All photos from day 3

Wednesday August 15, 2001, 4:30pm

We're camped on the mainland, just opposite Dead Island, somewhere around the corner and down the channel from where we camped last night. The site itself is nice, on the east side of a narrow peninsula. My tent is on a flat rock. There's no dirt for miles, it seems. Someone at the OOC needs to do an update of the equipment list that gets mailed to clients. The list says "no air matresses." Many people took that to mean that your standard thermarest, because you inflate it with air, was also banned. So a bunch of us are sleeping on rock on foamies or yoga mats. Mine is so small I figured even if they did ban thermarests, I could smuggle it in. There are also some wacky suggestions.

We seem to be on a popular throughway for motor boats. It's not Muskoka, but the drone is regular, if intermittent. There was even one Seadoo. Yuk. And cottages have peppered the scenery pretty much the whole way. Also a drag. I suppose I shouldn't let my wilderness solipcist tendencies taint my appreciation for the beauty of this place. And in any case, if we were in a real jam, I'm sure those cottages would come in mighty handy.

Jim's being very cautious about what sort of water to tackle. To me today didn't look any worse than a gusty day on Opeongo in Algonquin, but I imagine from his perspective, given that almost half his clients can't get in a boat without dumping or falling in, caution is warranted. Furthermore, it looks like only two kayakers can match the pace he sets in his canoe. As it stands, we may not reach the Bustard Islands. It depends on the weather, or "favourable conditions," as Jim says.

If we were all in kayaks, we could probably move faster. But to do that we'd have to pack drastically more economically. Jim says you can fit gear and provisions for a 30 day trip in sea kayak hatches, but what he fails to mention is that after two weeks you have to draw straws to decide which member of the party to eat.

I'm finding sea kayaking fairly easy. There's a lot of crossover from canoeing, and the hull is quite cleverly constructed to keep you going straight. And then there's the rudder. I'm getting much more accustomed to the boat and I'm not so terrified of getting in and out today.

Time to stretch out and try to get some sun on my legs.


Everyone's gone to bed. I had a nap just after finishing my last entry and now I can't sleep. Fuck. We're expecting rain tomorrow. We can see the Bustard islands from where we're camped. They're 5km hence. I can't believe we can't make it there. Flask? Where are you?

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