Mitchel, Grandpa and Travis
Friday morning we
Load the canoes with
Backpacks, food barrels
And the gear pack.
Map in hand and
We're off.
Travis and Grandpa
Canoe Lake, portage,
Joe Lake, portage.
Little Joe Lake
Portage, portage.
Burnt Island Lake
Locate the ideal campsite
Set up and get the grub on.
Fish fry with stewed dried fruit
The sunrises and sunsets,
Flora and fauna,
The rocks, lakes and rivers,
Fish that we caught
Could not have tasted better.
We kept saying 'wow'.
18 inch bass
Great grandpa George
Was surely smiling down from heaven
As he saw the tins of mackerel
Still in our gear and grub bags
As we paddled and portaged
The backwoods of Algonquin.
More 18 inch bass
Bannock and eggs breakfast
The campfire coffee pot
Was perc'ing from sunrise
To 'hit the sack time.'
The bannock and eggs breakfast,
The fried bass meals
Were 'over the top'.
Loon heading out
Sunset
Weather, we had it all,
Sun, clouds, rain.
Hot weather,
Cool weather,
Chilly nights and
Star studded skies.

Early morning mist
Monday a.m. came too soon.
A last campfire breakfast,
Breaking up camp
Loading the canoes,
One last hike up the hill
To the throne.
A last cup of 'Timmys'
Then, paddles in the water
For a tiring, memory-filled
Trip back to the
South shore of Canoe Lake.
Just in time to plan
The next trip to Algonquin.
The campsite
Awesome! The pictures are great and will be wonderful memories. After reading your post I almost felt like I was there. Any bear sightings? And the stars sure are a nice bonus aren't they : )
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Your post made me feel like I was there...and makes me want to go camping before the snow flies. Great memories : )
ReplyDeleteAn amazing experience......'Susie' would be so very proud of your poetry. The pictures are beautiful...makes me miss Northern Ont.
ReplyDeleteI love reading your stuff and I think you should do some serious writing - I don't know about what just yet, but your blog is EASY reading. It's poetic and has a lovely rhythm to it.
ReplyDeleteWe are keeping busy with general life, picking our raspberries (lots of them) and for fun and alot of work. I'm working on an old cupboard that a neighbour down the road gave to us (wanted it to go to a loving home). They are moving to Kitimat to be near their daughter.
The cupboard is very, very ugly, but I have a vision for it and I know that it will really be quite a nice cupboard eventually. it is taking longer than I hoped it would take, but to get rid of all the ugly stuff - oh well, we all have our problems! Dinner is supposed to be happening here, so I better get moving. Take care and love to Elsie too. Dea