It is the Enchanted Portage in WCPP coming south off of Dunstan Lake and Headed to Royd.  It is a pleasant walk, trail through a beautiful forest.  Fairly flat and open in some spots and wooded in others.  I just REALLY think that is a special place.  Lots of wild flowers, mushrooms, open area's of grass, blueberries, etc etc.  It is about a 1/2 mile, but a nice half mile.
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Here is a picture of Molly on the Enchanted Portage
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Some days are just magical Jon and hard to re-create. I have tried to do just that a few times and found the experience illusive. When I return to old stomping grounds I like to take someone so I can enjoy it vicariously.........there can be much delight in sharing special places.

My all time favorite portage is from  the NW corner of Poobah directly north to the Maligne river. It is not on some maps but is on old Fisher maps. I asked Shane Walshe about it when I happened to run into him and he told me it was marked with large blazes every 100 meters or so even though there was not really a trail anymore. A group of 6 of us did it in 1988 by repeatedly sending 2 or 3 scouts to the find the next blaze while the rest of us moved all the gear up to the most recently discovered blaze. The blazes were huge and unmistakable. There is a little lake in the middle with very difficult approaches but it is a charming lake. It dropped us out into wild rapids in the Maligne. It was as fine a day as I have ever had in the wilderness and I would love to do it again but I can't get anyone to agree to go there with me again.
Jon

It's tough to pick a single portage that I'd call really memorable, not in comparison to many hiking trails. Usually portages are designed to get from Point A to Point B in the shortest distance , usually across a saddle to minimize elevation gain (and views).

DentonDoc wrote on Mar 30^th, 2012 at 1:41pm:


If I can pick a "generic" portage good for all trips, my favourite is the first portage, for exactly this reason. My least favourite is the last portage, because that means my trip is almost over and I have to go home.

wally wrote on Mar 30^th, 2012 at 3:58pm:

I tried to warn you. Didn't I? That was you right?

DentonDoc wrote on Mar 30^th, 2012 at 1:41pm:


My computer screensaver for the past 5 years (since my first Quetico trip) is the north end of Burke, where it narrows down, and I love it for the exact reason that you said:   it is my passage into wilderness.  It may not be the most beautiful spot in Quetico, but when I look at it I can feel the stress melting away.

pine_knot wrote on Mar 30^th, 2012 at 5:18pm:

 

I also love that portage.  Did it the end of last June, and when I got to Argo, there were a pair of eagles that greeted me.  It is a bit of a hike uphill, and that granite slab can get a bit slick.  Thanks for reminding me of that  one. 

I'd agree that the Argo/Darky portage is very picturesque, and a nice little walk thru the woods.  Of course the fact that we were almost struck by lightning on that portage keeps it from being my favorite.  A tall pine 75 feet from us took the brunt of the bolt, with bark shot 30 feet in each direction as the sap exploded from the current.

I remember the portages from Joyce to Kash being somewhat difficult, but not awful.  I guess that's because I was going east and generally downhill.  The swamp was pretty tough but looks like they've improved it a little.

My favorite has got to be Prairie Portage, since it's usually the first and last portage that I would use to judge my crews.  Always amazing how a week in the woods changed the teens I took out.

In the BW, got mesmerized by the hike from Hanson to S. Arm last May.  Traveling solo and doing two trips, I wasted so much time taking pictures of waterfall, etc., I overcooked my exit and stumbled into camp on Carp at almost midnight.

In the Q, most memorable was on our first trip. On the way back to PP from Sarah, we stumbled from an unnamed pond S of Side Lake to Nest Lake.  It was 25 yrs ago, and I still have the maps with the skull and cross-bones drawn over that one.  A true swamp with large hussocks of grass and tight trees, no trail, for a mercifully short distance.  We "surfed" the canoes gunwale side up as best we could.

Will never forget the look of horror on the face of one of my partners when he, walking backwards, lost his balance, let go of the bow of the canoe and landed up to his armpits in muck the color of a pig sty.  He had on what were, up until that moment, white painter's pants.  Guy hasn't signed up for a trip since...

I really like Boulder to Adams.