A magical land
Northern Ontario
When Mother Nature is at her best
She can create art that is a delight to see
She can expand your imagination
Just sit there and absorb
Then it is gone
A magical land
Northern Ontario
When Mother Nature is at her best
She can create art that is a delight to see
She can expand your imagination
Just sit there and absorb
Then it is gone
A trip taken a first week October in Lake Superior Provincial Park.
The weather was on the cool side.
We traversed two portages to enter Treeby Lake.
With the campsite set up it was a matter of waiting
On our second morning I hit gold. The lighting was excellent
There was no wind, Therefore the lake was calm
I captured some amazing photos
Maureen and I awoke Tuesday morning to a beautiful sunny day. A quick breakfast at the restaurant of the Best Northern. We were soon off to Fenton Lake. Then portaging over to Treeby Lake. These lakes were within Lake Superior Provincial Park. From the parking lot it is a 150 meter carry down to the lake. We soon had our gear loaded into the Quebecor 17 canoe. Edging out from shore, we paddled along the East side of the lake. The wind had picked up by now. The good thing was we were going with it. We soon reached our first portage and unloaded. This is a 50 meter portage. With all the gear hauled over. Maureen and I relaxed for a few minutes. Maureen was still suffering from her cold. We now had to make our way along a strip of water towards the Treeby Lake portage.
The Treeby portage is 150 meters in length. The ground and rocks were still wet from the previous rains. There were fallen leaves on the trail. With care we hauled our gear over the portage into Treeby Lake. We encountered a couple of downed trees on the trail. Pushing off from shore it was time to find a campsite to spend the next couple days. The wind had by now become stronger.
Treeby is a lake with approximately 23 islands. That was one of the reasons for coming here. Maureen and I set up camp on a point of land on the West side of the lake. The winds blew and gusted day and night until Thursday morning. I awoke Thursday morning at daybreak. Peeking my head out the tent I saw the leaves were not moving. Looked out upon the lake to behold the calm water surface. All was not perfect as there was a slight breeze skipping and dancing here and there on the lake. From past experience you learn to be patient and wait. In the mean time you set up your gear. The sky was getting brighter by now.
The above photo was captured as the sun splashed the hillside to illuminate the Fall colors. That is an island in front. I needed sunlight on this little island to make it stand out. Again you wait. This is what makes wilderness landscapes challenging. The long waits, the right conditions. When all the pieces fall into place, you have achieved your goal. The most important thing is you are standing on the shorelines of a lake taking in all the beauty, color and grandeur that can be found in our North country.
Well that is it for this post. Until next time happy trails