It’s hard not to write up a “trip report” and recall minute by minute the challenges and highlights of making our way through this little slice of the middle North. The bottom line is that I think both of us (my friend at the back of the canoe) feel accomplished for having set out a route and completed it when faced with rain and cold and very much wind.

I wanted to have a ton of photos, including us, for this trip since it was the most anticipated one of the year in the most rugged of places. But, when you’re battling waves or trudging through unkempt portages with wet feet you somehow just don’t feel like posing and framing and just generally stopping. At least I don’t.

We got better at spotting the overgrown and hidden entrances to the portages as days went by and just generally felt the experience of the trip more than thinking about sharing it with those back home. Bruised shoulders and trenchfoot aside, this was a really beautiful and satisfying trip. Still, I want to one day experience what it’s like to canoe with the wind AT YOUR BACK.

I have a tiny bit of footage with motion and sound for a bit more flavour. Those are below.