Fall 2010 – Trip Log

(9 days – 8 nights)

(August 30th – September 2nd, 2010)

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 Above you will find an extrapolated section of Jeff McMurtries's Digital Algonquin Map that has been expanded to show the route I took. 

 The Proposed Route

 Access 3 (Magnetawan):  Magnetawan- Hambone – Daisy– Petawawa River – Little Misty – Misty (3 days) – Muslim – Wenona – Bandit – Moccasin (1 day) – Cranebill – Jubilee – Sawyer’s (1 day) – Rain – Casey’s (2 days) – Daisy (1 day) – Hambone – Magnetawan (OUT)

 The Actual Route

 Access 3 (Magnetawan):  Magnetawan- Hambone – Daisy– Petawawa River – Little Misty – Misty (3 days) – Little Misty – Petawawa River – Daisy (1 day) – Hambone – Magnetawan (OUT)

 

 

 This fall trip was a strange one.....by strange I mean that things didn’t quite go the way I wanted them to.  First of all I wasn’t sure I would be going until only two weeks before the proposed departure date.  When I finally decided that I was going, it was much too late to make reservations. So, I headed out to the park with no confirmation of campsites.  When I arrived at the permit office the fun began.  As you can notice above there are two route itineraries.  The first is the proposed route I wanted to take.  Nine day solo loop.  But when I ran through the route with the park official I found that most of my proposed campsites where already reserved.  So we went about the process of rearranging the route.  The first campsite I could get in the direction I wanted to go was Misty Lake. This was almost double the distance I planned to cover on my first day, but it was the only way to salvage the proposed route.  So I took it and headed down the access road towards Magnetawan Lake.  The parking lot was full when I arrived at the put in, but free of people. I unloaded the car and then sat on the dock for a couple of minutes smoking a cigarette.  When I pushed away from the dock in my 16’ Wapizagonk, the water was like glass.

I had done this section of the route earlier in the year (see Spring 2010 Trip Log), so I knew what to expect until I hit Daisy Lake.  After that I was on somewhat new ground.  The trip to and through Daisy was quiet although I passed numerous occupied campsites along the way. Wildlife was scarce except for the odd merganser and occasional loon.

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   Looking back up Daisy Lake

 

 

 The Daisy Lake side of the portage to the Petawawa was muddy, just as I remembered it from spring.  But this particular portage is short and easy to traverse.  I took a 5 minute break next to the falls before putting the boat back in the water and heading downstream.

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   The falls feeding the Petawawa

The river is narrow and slow in some places in this part of the park, with lots of winding and turning involved.  Paddling a 16 foot boat alone is sometimes a pain when navigating areas like I encountered along this stretch of the Petawawa, but the wind was almost non-existent and the water was calm, so it made it a nice trip.  Along the way I came across numerous ducks and geese, but most of the songbirds had already started heading south, so besides the occasional blue jay, the air was quiet. 

 

 

 

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The narrow Petawawa (as seen from the falls)                                                          Marsh-like conditions on the Petawawa

In several places the river widened into a small marsh area.  It was late August, so the river grasses and lily pads were thick, keeping the boat from gliding effortlessly across the water.  Even though I was heading downstream I still had to work to propel the boat along.  I casually and slowly paddled my way to the next portage and carried my gear along the trail.  With only a short portage to traverse, it didn’t take long to carry all my stuff to the other end.  When I arrived, there was another couple making their way upstream and docked their boat at the portage.  I said a quick greeting and then packed up my boat to continue on my way.

 

 

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Looking back up the portage on the Petawawa

The end of the portage has a small little waterfall.  It would probably be a great spot to fish, if the water wasn’t only two feet deep!

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Continuing down the Petawawa

Once I had paddled my way down the winding and narrow Petawawa, the river widened considerably until it emerged into Little Misty Lake.   Little Misty isn’t much more than a wide section of the Petawawa.  To consider it a lake is a stretch, but that’s what the map says, so.......

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  Little Misty (nothing more than a wide section of the Petawawa)

The last portage (after Little Misty) was an easy walk with the gear and I managed to traverse it quickly.  Once I was at the other end I could see Misty Lake in all its splendour.  The portage comes out in a small, weedy bay at the end of this large lake and a channel was easily visible through the lily pads towards the lake.  As I looked out across the lake I could see a pair of river otters playing amongst the weed patches in the bay.  I tried to get a shot of them, but they were too quick and unwilling to pose for pictures.

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  Emerging onto Misty Lake

I paddled along the channel and into the lake, where I began to search for a campsite to call home for the next few days.  The first place I checked out was the island at the head of the bay I had just left.  It was empty of campers, so I beached the boat to take a look around.  The site was roomy and clean, so I decided to make camp here.  After setting up the tent and kitchen area, I decided to explore the island a bit.  Pathways laced the island, giving me access to most of it easily.  The privy was located about 75 feet from the tent area and looked like it was constructed recently.   I took some time to set up my rods for fishing and then made myself something to eat (as it was already close to 5PM).  I fried up some of my Mom’s excellent lasagne in the frying pan and sat on the shoreline to enjoy my meal.  Later on I headed out in the boat to try my hand at a little fishing until the sun was close to setting. 

 

 

 Fall 2010 – Trip Log - Part Two