I slip Yankee cash down the chute & a Jimbo Picto is created on the nearest wall, explaining the situation in detail. Also, I commit to memory the serial numbers on a couple of the bigger bills I put in the till to preserve my show of good faith.
In any case, paddling back to the car, driving to Atikokan & back, ain't gonna be in the plan. Too bad they don't show their form on-line; I'd print off a copy of a blank, fill it out, & take it with me, just in case. [Robin, if you're reading, please note this "continuous improvement" suggestion.] Could be that I circle back at the end of the trip to see if any forms have appeared.
Then there's always Plan B. I could treat it like a "free coffee" day at the plant. Every once in awhile we used to dispense free coffee to the workers... it went over pretty big. Anyway, could be I interpret the park's lack of preparedness as a show of their "generosity" (ie. free coffee day).
Something tells me I need to stick with Plan A.
Later,
Jimbo

P.S. Then there's Plan C. Show up in Quetico Park with an American potato. Canadian Potato Police would be on me before I could butter it! I could get THEM to contact Q authorities... assuming they e-mail Robin versus trying to get anyone to answer the phone.
I'll let you guys know how it turns out.