Winter camping by mistake

Western Uplands Hiking Trail, Algonquin Park, November 26-28, 2004

Sonja heading out toward Maple Leaf Lake.

Sonja heading out toward Maple Leaf Lake.

We're almost there, Leo. I know we keep saying that. But this time it's true.

We're almost there, Leo. I know we keep saying that. But this time it's true.

En route to Hardy Lake.

En route to Hardy Lake.

Saturday

November 27, 9:00pm Maple Leaf Lake

Winter camping is hard. You need lots of sleep. Take us for example.

We were in bed last night between 8 and 9pm and we all woke up this morning around 8am. Twelve hours' sleep. You need it though. All that cold, all that shivering, fire-huddling. It takes a toll.

Sonja made astoundingly good, perfectly-formed omlettes this morning. We also had muffins and bagels.

We decided to do a day hike further along the Western Uplands trail. We had planned to hike to Maggie Lake, but progress was slower than anticipated. The lack of traction, I think, slows you do down more than you imagine. We made it to Hardy Lake by lunch time.

The trail is fairly easy - there are a few hills, but again, nothing that requires hands. We had got a late start, and to accomodate our pace, we decided to head back at Hardy Lake.

We got back to our camp at around 4pm - more or less sundown. We had some leek soup and tea and hung around, trying to burn wet wood (and clothing) until around 6pm. Dinner was tandoori curry with pudding, courtesy of Lester (I am starting to see a pattern here).

We stood next to the fire, sang a song or two, told stories then ran for the tents, but not before Sonja had fed us a Lifa kebab and sock flambé.

Last night I was at the outer edge of my sleeping bag/overbag's heat rating. It feels milder tonight. Wish me luck.

Things about winter camping that are hard:

Things about winter camping that are good:

Peace all.