First thought in my head was Burntside Lk.

That's a great site but it gets a lot of use.

TomT wrote on Jan 30^th, 2021 at 1:20pm:


Hate it when that happens...   

Hitting tarp lines in the dark reminds me of when I was young and we'd be playing tag at night with neighborhood kids.  Most of our houses had clothelines/poles in back yards....can't tell you how many times we almost tore our heads off by getting "clotheslined".....   

Jimbo wrote on Jan 30^th, 2021 at 1:15pm:


Thx, Jimbo.

This pic was taken on July 3, 2008.  It was a most memorable place in an interesting ending to our trip.  My son Ben and I arrived here in darkness the night before.  We set up our tent with headlamps.  We had left Poohbah on that sunny July 2 morning after staying an extra night due to outstanding fishing. Hence, we only had two nights left to get back to our car at Beaverhouse. 

Anyway, we exited Poohbah about noon and had to paddle upstream on the Maligne in our 16' Old Towne Camper canoe.  It was royalex, 36-inch at the gunnels, and flat bottomed. We called it "The Tank", and it paddled just like a tank.  The Maligne that year was very high and so we had to hug the left shoreline all the way to Sturgeon. At one spot, we stopped in a calmer eddy to get ready to paddle around a small point where the current was really flowing.  A couple of tree trunks would be on our right.  I told Ben in the bow to get ready to paddle hard as heck on the right side when I gave the word.  As his nose hit the current, I yelled.  He paddled furiously and as soon as we got halfway into the current we were whipped to the right and pinned against a tree trunk.  Shit!!  Luckily, The Tank was royalex and we stayed upright.  We slowly backed the canoe up and returned into the eddy.  With no portage to see, we gave it another shot.  This time we made it without issue and paddled our asses off for about 20 yards into calmer water, found the portage, and made it into Sturgeon.  Then we arrived at Burntside as darkness was getting....er....really dark. 

The next morning, we left this nice campsite and by the time we hit Quetico Lake, the wind was howling straight out of the west, turning Quetico Lake into a windtunnel.  Three or four hours later, we finally made it to the western end and found an island campsite in the last bay to the north.  The next morning, we still had an ungodly wind and fought through 2-3 foot whitecaps and rollers on Beaverhouse to get to the car.  Yeah.  I know.  It would have been more prudent to go into Cirrus and the two portages from there into Beaverhouse.  Call me stupid but I did not know about that other option back in 2008.

Bottom-line though is that campsite on Burntside is very memorable, don't ya think??   

Spartan2 wrote on Feb 2^nd, 2021 at 12:54pm:


Thx, SP2.  This was taken on a wonderful morning on Upper Pauness on July 15, the day before we departed to our exit at EP14.

PK.

Jimbo wrote on Feb 5^th, 2021 at 3:12pm:

Well, I guess the easiest answer is that you strap the camera to the barrel. 

dd