Well I made it back from 40 plus miles of paddling along with numerous portages! It rained everyday during the trip. Some days it rained more other days it rained less. Didn't make much difference, we just went on about things in the rain.
Just the four of us for this trip so we each used solo kayaks.
It is beautiful country up there. We started our trip going upstream on the Nina Moose River.
Some of the portages can be full of boulders but most weren't too bad. They varied in length from 20 rods up to 160 rods (1/2 mile).
This is my boat, a 12 foot Old Town Loon kayak.
These two pictures are from one of our overnight camps. Looking to the North was this view,
and to the South was this view.
We kept moving along to a new camp site about every other day which kept things interesting. I was the only fisherman in the group, so it was my duty to catch supper for us. Tough job but somebody had to do it.
They all didn't get ate but they all didn't get released either! Nothing like a fresh mess of fish.
Saw some mighty fine scenery all along the trip. These photos are of a spot in Canada called "Warrior Hill".
Story behind the name is that the young Indian braves would jump off these cliffs into the water below, to prove their manhood. The pictures don't show it too well but we were guessing it was about a five story jump.
Ducks were in abundance but didn't have the camera out as much as I would have like to, due to all the rain.
I'd like to get back up there again but it will probably have to wait till next year.
Just the four of us for this trip so we each used solo kayaks.
It is beautiful country up there. We started our trip going upstream on the Nina Moose River.
Some of the portages can be full of boulders but most weren't too bad. They varied in length from 20 rods up to 160 rods (1/2 mile).
This is my boat, a 12 foot Old Town Loon kayak.
These two pictures are from one of our overnight camps. Looking to the North was this view,
and to the South was this view.
We kept moving along to a new camp site about every other day which kept things interesting. I was the only fisherman in the group, so it was my duty to catch supper for us. Tough job but somebody had to do it.
They all didn't get ate but they all didn't get released either! Nothing like a fresh mess of fish.
Saw some mighty fine scenery all along the trip. These photos are of a spot in Canada called "Warrior Hill".
Story behind the name is that the young Indian braves would jump off these cliffs into the water below, to prove their manhood. The pictures don't show it too well but we were guessing it was about a five story jump.
Ducks were in abundance but didn't have the camera out as much as I would have like to, due to all the rain.
I'd like to get back up there again but it will probably have to wait till next year.
