Category: Campgrounds

Fishing French Lake

Wanting to catch a couple of fish for dinner, we went to a rock behind the Teaching Center, that a ranger had recommended. Martha patiently watched and played games on her phone while I fished a variety of lures with the regular spinning rod and the ultralight rod. Nothing. No hits, no runs, no errors.

After lunch we launched the kayak on French Lake. Two guys were loading up for a two-week trip. My plan was to fish around an island in the middle of the lake. I set off with two rods, a tackle box and a box of trout lures. Smallmouth bass, walleye and pike are the three main attractions. I put on a tiny torpedo, my go-to lure in Virginia fro smallmouth.

I saw a couple of rises in the middle of the lake and threw toward them. Fishing from a kayak is a little dicey. Throwing sideways and behind me, I tipped the boat a bit. I hadn’t put a life jacket on. Really, who needs one in the middle of a calm lake? Every other person I have observed was wearing one. Half way to the island, I realized it would be very difficult to catch my gear, flip the kayak back over and get back on board – probably impossible for an old fart like me. I would be more careful.

I had to rest a couple of times before getting to the island that didn’t seem very far away. My first throw got the lure half way to shore. Paddling the kayak and keeping it in position to throw would prove challenging. My second throw was perfect, landing between the rock cliff and a log. Wham! A big strike , but it surprised me and I missed. Now I approached this adventure with more enthusiasm. As I slowly followed the shore, I found I could put in a straightening paddle stroke without putting the rod down. I had six strikes with no catches. It was more like I was making them mad than giving them something to eat. They will do that when they are on the beds, but it is way too late for that.

Martha had asked how I knew it was an island. I thought that a silly question until now. I began to question if it was really a big peninsula. After being totally immersed in fishing, I looked around to get my bearings. Was I going around something or going further away from my put-in? Further ahead I could see power lines that follow the Trans Canada 11 highway. I kept fishing, but with a bit more speed. I was relieved to see the big rock cliff where I had started. One more smash hit with no catch. I don’t know how a fish can do that without getting snagged by two treble hooks. I pinch the barbs down, but that has little effect on catching fish. If a bass jumps out of the water, it can shake loose more easily, but it’s worth it for the show.

I threw at the spot where I got my first strike, but nothing happened. Now I looked up the lake for the beach where I had launched. I couldn’t see it. I searched the shore for topographic features. Suddenly I felt what it would feel like in the wilderness where these paddlers would go. All I could see were forests on both sides, all looking so similar. I searched the left shore slowly. I could see the rock where I fished this morning, and I paddled toward it. I should have trailed a lure behind me, but I was intent on getting into familiar territory.

I cast toward the rock to no avail. Similar results through a grassy cove. Then a good hit near some rocks. I had it on for a second, but then it was gone. I could see a beach ahead. A person was sitting on a big rock ahead of it. There was a beach on the other side of the rock, and the person pointed to it. Ahhh, it was Martha. She was pointing to a big rock with about eight ducks sitting on it. Several were playing in the water. Martha wanted to know what kind they were. I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t want to disturb them. It brought back images of Kelly sitting on a rock in the middle of the Farmington River in Connecticut with three ducks sitting behind him and two swimming below the rock.

Carrying the kayak back up the hill made us appreciate the importance of weight of the boat, especially in this environment where you have to portage. Some of these canoes are so light you can see light through them. One person can carry them over their head. They are also broader, which aids in stability. Martha’s kayak is built for stability, so it is not light.

Paul Kane Trail

Monday, September 8, 2025

39 deg at 4 am

I laid in bed readdressing my furnace problem. Sail switch, I decided. Was I blocking air flow with my tape? I could hear the technician I might hire, laughing at my Velcro tape job.

Moonset

On our way to hike, we stopped at the canoe launch parking lot. On a Monday, it was busy. We watched a family loading up for a week of paddling. They were all so friendly, answering all our American questions while they continued to load three canoes. The young girl had a 7-month old baby, who was smiling until I took a picture. She had a good topographic map, showing us their route for today. They have done this many times, probably since she was a baby. I asked how she finds her way. “Oh you recognize topographic features. We also have a Spot GPS, and even if you don’t have cell service, Google maps will show where you are.” This is really what this huge park is about. There are 2500 campsites on a first-come-first serve basis. The father, or grandfather, said some are great, but all are acceptable. We wished them well and walked back up the hill.

We drove across TCan 11 to the Paul Kane Trail at the top of the waterfall where Indians as well as trappers portaged around the falls. Paul Kane famously painted this spot as he traveled with the Hudson Bay Company. It was an hour hike. then we drove across the Trans Canada Highway back to Quetico and walked a while on the Pickerel Creek trail before going into the Visitors Center. A fire was going in the incredible fireplace in the center of the room. It was a pretty warm day of about 67 degrees and sunny. Still, the mood set by that unique fireplace is great. A young ranger lady greeted us with a smile.

We went downstairs to the library, sitting on a very comfortable leather couch, and perused a camping cookbook that caught our attention. There were some great tips and recipes with tantalizing pictures. Martha is a good camping cook, and she was picking up tips. 

Starving to death now, we went back upstairs and talked to two rangers beside the fire. Martha asked when the recent storm came through and did such destruction to the trees. I mean trees that were spun around 90 degrees  before being snapped off. The gentleman said a tornado came down in Quetico in July and did a lot of damage. It was a miracle that no one was hurt. They had gone around telling people to go to one of the buildings.

One gentleman did that. Later returning to his campsite, a big tree lay right on top of his tent. Trailers were damaged, but people escaped. One lady was in panic mode because trees trapped her from leaving. When rangers came and removed the trees, she gave them big hugs.

Then another event came through in August, not a tornado, but strong winds. More trees were destroyed. Their crews have been very busy, and they have contracted outside help. Volunteers for this park are amazing, clearing many of the portages and 2500 remote campsites. We bought two bundles of firewood for our last two nights here. Martha encouraged me to go fishing while she did the laundry. Sounded like a good plan to me.  

Over lunch Martha asked if I was going fishing or working on the furnace. Finally I said, the furnace. I got my tools and opened the furnace door, studying the wires and their connections, checking my before-pictures. Satisfied, I turned it on and it fired up!! OK, I guess I can go fishing.

I drove up to a spot one of the rangers had suggested. It’s a rock outcrop near a beach. There were secluded picnic tables in grassy areas with fire pits. The more I explore, the more I like this park.

The power of a storm that can splinter a tree like this

I changed lures for the tenth time when the winds picked up and it got cooler. I went back to the truck and got another shirt, sure this lure was the one. Then the thunder came and it started raining. I got back to camp just in time to help Martha fold laundry.

She made an excellent split pea and ham soup and a salad with smoked trout. 

Hike French Portage and Falls

Sunday, September 7, 2025 

39 deg at 6 am

Still having trouble with the furnace, I went out and surveyed the problem again. Of course there could be one or several problems, so I have watched some videos, which were helpful. All the wires were connected, but the cover for the flywheel was loose and there were a couple of screws lying on the bottom. I remembered that I have had this problem before, and I drilled a hole and placed a new screw. The problem is this whole bracket is plastic and it breaks around the screws. I can find every other part online, but not a new bracket. Since the cover is loose, airflow is not being directed properly.

At 10:00 we hiked the French Portage and French Falls Trail. The portage was one used by Native Americans and Colonials to get around the cascading waterfall. It was a one-hour hike to the falls, then one hour back. The Indians likely used birch-bark canoes, so maybe this wasn’t so bad, but the Colonials were carrying goods to trade. I can’t imagine carrying all that for this distance.

Quetico Provincial Park is known for its paddling. It is a vast area with over 2,000 lakes. We drove into a parking lot beside French Lake. It is a boat launch and the parking lot was full. There are hiking trails in Quetico, but the water trails are the ones most used. 

During lunch I searched fishing in Quetico. The best article was one asking which lake is your favorite to fish in Quetico. Mostly, people don’t come to fish. They come to paddle, camp out under the stars with no one else around. Build a fire and let all the worldly stresses disappear. 

One commenter said the fish in Quetico die of old age because there is so little fishing pressure. The paddlers might catch two for dinner, but mostly they are paddling. The fish here are smallmouth, walleye, pike and lake trout. These waters are so clean, any of those fish would be great to eat. Motors are not allowed in the park, so that limits fishermen. 

People replying to the article like different lakes. The smallmouth are plentiful and can grow to large sizes. I could find nothing about fishing the two creeks running through the park. After reading the article, I looked for some of the lakes they liked. These are not day trips! How do you find your way! 

It was time to work on the furnace that sometimes lights and sometimes doesn’t. I have had the problem before, and I remembered there is a plastic two-part cover over the flywheel. Four screws held the two parts together, but the plastic holding them over thousands of bumps are now broken. Only one screw held it loosely together. One video showed taping it back together. I opted for velcro that I might be able to remove. After a lot of searching, I could not find a replacement cover anywhere.

It’s a tight area to work in, and truly it is amazing it has done so well for 10 years. Is it the igniter, the sail switch or the loose cover not controlling air flow? I took it all apart, taking pictures so I would know where all these wires go. 

Three hours later i proudly had it all back together. I think I reconnected all the wires correctly. The fan came on, but it still didn’t light. There were no error lights on the circuit board. A man walking behind me asked if I had fixed it. “Well I did what I set out to do, but it didn’t solve my problem. Have you ever done that?” “Many times,” he said, continuing his walk. 

The Whiskey Jack Trail

September 6, 2025 

36 degrees at 6:00

We are on Central Time now.

All the stars were out this morning! I should have gotten a picture, but it was too chilly to lay on the picnic table. We waited until 10:00 to go exploring the park, hoping for a little warmer temperatures.

There were lots of trees down, some being twisted around. Others were uprooted. We saw 7 grouse this morning, some just walking down the gravel road, tame like a ptarmigan.

With an appetizer of smoked trout and spiced mustard crackers, Martha made dinner of roasted vegetables and pickerel cheeks. It was a good day.

Drive to Quetico Provincial Park

September 5, 2025 at 5:46 AM

41 deg at 6:00

Martha had learned about a special sweet roll while she was waiting on a bench at the shower house back in Rabbit Blanket campground, Lake Superior Provincial Park.  “If you go to Thunder Bay you must try a Persian!” said the young lady who was also waiting for a shower.

So we went to the Bennett Brothers’ Persian Man for a “Persian”, which is sweet bun with a unique pink icing that uses fruit for coloring and flavor. It is a happening place, selling Persians and coffee, but they have other interesting things, like egg salad sandwiches, soups, chili and more. We shared one and Martha got one to go for tomorrow morning.

OK, we are cold, having brought lots of short sleeved shirts and shorts for our August trip. I bought a nice hooded sweat shirt in Wawa, but we need another layer. We could have walked to the sporting goods store, but we drove one block. Our lucky day, there was a going out of business sale. Spending more than an hour in there, we came out with long johns, socks and a nice shirt. I bought a new pair of Keens.

Around the corner, we went to Laura’s recommended coffee roaster, Rose N Crantz Roasting Company and bought two pounds of coffee and two good-looking oatmeal raisin cookies. We asked the nice girl, who gave us a cup of the coffee we bought, where we would find good granola. She referred us to The Bulk Zone, another two blocks away. She said she loves going there. It was truly a cool, unique place. They had everything! No frills, but isle after isle of useful things. From 10 granola bins, I chose 4 and will mix them.

From their website

We made a quick stop at Safeway to buy milk and shaving cream. We were happy to have supported the economy in Thunder Bay, but I was ready to hit the road. We hooked up and pulled out at 11:30. It was very windy, and cold enough that it cut right through you.

On our way west, we stopped at Kakabeka Falls Provincial Park, the highest falls in Ontario. It is an impressive site, like a smaller Niagara with a solid granite island in the middle. It is also a beautiful river above and below the falls. We thought we would have lunch at a picnic table, but it was too windy and cold, so we ate in the trailer.

The Trans Canada Highway splits in two for a while, 17 going north then west to Winnipeg. 11 goes west, bumping into the border before turning north through Sioux Narrows and rejoining 17 at Kenora. 

Not that 17 is terribly busy, but 11 is much less busy. It winds through hills and forest. There is serious construction of a big power line following the same route. Otherwise I felt I was taking Martha into the middle of nowhere. We passed huge lakes, a few rivers and streams. The conversation was quiet. It was cold, windy, and I wondered if I had made the wrong choice of choosing Quetico. I couldn’t even remember why I chose it, other than the fact that I love Canadian Provincial Parks.

Finally, we made the turn into the park and went into the Visitor’s Center. It was raining and raw. Opening the door, we saw in front of us a big fireplace in the center of the large room. It was warm and a young lady stoking the fire greeted us with a smile. We already felt better.

Registering, Martha felt we needed an electric site, because we were going to have to run the heat pump maybe night and day. I had booked site 21 that backs up to the lake, but we traded that for a pull through with electric. 

It was a tight turn pulling into the site, and I had to pull as close as I could to the left side to get close to the electric post. In a drizzling, cold rain it was still a stretch to connect to power. Martha went inside to get the heat going. 

We enjoyed the warm trailer, observing little movement outside. French Lake was in front of us, about 200 yards away. Martha fixed a nice salad with smoked trout in it for dinner.

The thing about a heat pump is it works very hard to convert 40 degrees to 65 degrees. Every not and then we turned on the heat pump, which runs on propane, to get the floor warm. Again I wondered about this choice. The good news was we had four bars of cell service. No radio or TV stations, but four bars! At least we could get weather reports, and there was a warming trend over the next five days.

Salad with smoked trout

Moving to Thunder Bay

September 4, 2025 

41 degrees at 6:00, high of 54.

We booked a campsite at Fort William in Thunder Bay on advice from Airstreamers at Terrace Bay and from Sandy at the Silver Islet store. There was no need to hurry, so I went down to the South Kaybeyun parking lot to see if I could get some posts done. Nope. Surely it is a good idea to just allow enough to get messages and email. It forces you to concentrate on the outdoors. 

It was a raw, cold morning as we started to get ready to travel. Our poor tenter neighbors were sitting outside all bundled up. I took our firewood out and offered to build a fire for them. They were thrilled. They were from Quebec on a trip across the country to Vancouver. Their names were Gatinau (?) and Leis. They met 32 years ago, each camping, so they are used to this.

They related their issues with their new GMC electric car that gets 375 miles/charge. They started to buy a Prius that gets 500 miles/charge, but they wanted more room. They searched for charge stations and travelled accordingly, but there were issues. They would arrive and the station wasn’t working, out of order or all being used. They had to be towed at one point, and had to backtrack a few times. I told them they need to write this up. I would love to know if they make it to Vancouver.

We hooked up and just barely made the turn out of the campsite. Our nice neighbor across the street offered to move his truck, but we were OK. Traveling with three young girls, I offered him the prize for neatest campsite in the park. They were there for 10 days and had a big time. Canadians are different. On a chilly morning with it spitting rain, one of the little girls, maybe 4 years old, was dancing around in her rubber boots, raincoat and little umbrella. 

It was only an hour to Thunder Bay. Sandy, at the Silver Islet Store, had told us to go to The Fish Store, following a big sign on the side of the road. We did that and it proved to be a great place. Liisa owns it and showed us frozen, wild blueberries. She said it was a tough year for them due to several major weather changes. Bears were having a hard time finding enough to eat, so they have been coming to town.

We bought a bag of candied smoked salmon chunks. Sandy said it sounds weird, but they are great. We bought a smoked Rainbow Trout, Pickerel cheeks, blueberries, a loaf of bread and some local Gouda cheese. She was interesting to talk to as she meets all kinds of people, many coming from Europe to do the big loop – across Canada, down the west coast of US, across the south and up the east coast. Some do an even bigger one, using the Pan American Highway that goes all the way to the tip of South America. This one takes two years. We thought we were doing well to go around the big lake. Martha asked what to do with the smoked trout. Another customer named Laura was contributing to the conversation.

It was a bit of a trick getting out of the parking lot, but we made it. Across town, we found our site at Fort William. After getting settled on a damp and chilling day, we went to the Visitor’s Center to register and look around. It’s a very interesting place that was in competition with the Hudson Bay Company for this part of Canada. We watched a good video on how they carried furs and other goods in big canoes with 8 or more men on board. They paddled incredible distances this way. We never did see the fort, as we had a lot to do.

First, we were off to a laundry. It seemed like everything useful was dirty. It was a busy little place with the owner, Cosmo, coming in to help people. Someone came in with a great-looking sandwich from next door. After loading the wash, we went next door to Cosmo’s other business, an italian bakery, deli and grocery store – Agostino’s Deli.

We were like kids in a candy store looking at all the good things when we saw Laura from the Fish Store. That started a whole conversation about the great food in the deli. Martha asked about where to get a “Persian,” and she told us. She told us about a local coffee roaster. She told us about the best hot sauce, so we bought some. And then she told us about a good fresh seafood market. She had come in to look for some little round red peppers in a jar that a friend had put on a salad. She found it and showed us. Then she gave us her phone number in case we had any other questions. 

The help in the Deli were great – friendly, helpful, patient. We kept adding things and putting them on the counter. The girl said that was fine, as she called out to Cosmo for a price for a box of plum tomatoes a regular customer was buying. A man in line said we were going to love that hot sauce. Martha asked what he put it on. “Pork chops…everything,” he said. 

It was like a friendly whirlwind of regulars who all knew Cosmo. Back to the laundry, then back to the deli. Even the people in the little laundry started friendly conversations. Martha spun the washing machine drum because she heard change in there, but couldn’t find it. An older guy sitting behind her said, “Oh that doesn’t come out. Only Cosmo can get that money.” A lady found a sock on the floor and asked Martha if it was hers. There was some debate about no, it wasn’t hers because it has an L on it, and she wore a medium. “Maybe it’s your husband’s.” I said, “Maybe it’s for Left foot.”

We loaded up our laundry, deli meat, pasta, bread, chicken pot pies, frozen meatballs and sauce, and biscotti and headed out. We went to the LCBO for wine and our favorite bourbon, Makers Mark. “We don’t buy anything from the states,” the nice salesperson said, but she recommended some good wines.

Next was the fish market for some fresh steelhead trout for tonight’s dinner.

Then off to the grocery store for a few things. I mean we are only going to Quetico Provincial Park for 5 days! I was ready for a drink when we got back, but Martha said, “Don’t you love that kind of day? It all fell into place and we got so much done!”

The Sleeping Giant

September 3, 2025 

45 degrees at 6:00, high of 48.

Legend has it that the Indians were sworn to secrecy about the location of silver, but one told a white man where it was. As punishment, the Gods turned him into a mountain, forever sleeping beside the Silver Islet.

It rained all night. In the morning the winds were blowing hard, but the rains had stopped. We set our chairs out to dry in the wind, and decided to do two more things on the “Must See List.” 

There is a great view of the Giant at the top of Marie Louise Lake. Oddly, we have passed that spot 15 times and not noticed the iconic mountain. 

Head to right, Adam’s apple, chest, legs

Turning south, we hiked to “The never-ending views on Lake Superior from Middlebrun Bay,” a 3-mile round trip hike. It’s a pretty forest to a long, curved beach. There are so many beautiful coves and beaches. It was 48 degrees and windy as we admired the view. I hadn’t layered properly, wearing my heavy Filson, waxed raincoat. I was hot from the hike, but couldn’t take that off. Then it started raining lightly as we headed back up the trail.

Martha pointed to some bushes, motioning me to go first. It was a beautiful, fat grouse, or what they call a partridge. Are they different birds? Further up the trail was another, just walking up the trail. 

A man with a backpack, with a dog on a leash, passed us. He had yelled at his dog earlier and apologized if he had scared us. A deer had run out in front of them, and the dog took off after it. We told him about the grouse. He said sometimes you could reach out and catch them with a net. 

A hot bowl of chile hit the spot back at camp as it started raining hard. A couple (maybe French) set up a tent next to us, plugging in their hybrid car. They sat under an awning in the cold rain all afternoon. We had the heat on in the trailer as temperatures hovered around 41 degrees. I went out to plug the trailer in, telling them to let us know if they needed anything. It was a miserable day to be camping.

Hike South Kabeyun Trail

September 2, 2025 

We went down to the beach about 7:30 for the views, sounds and 1-2 bars. I wanted to see if I could get in one or two blogs posted, but one bar isn’t enough. It’s enough to get messages and emails, but not to upload pictures. I got one posted and then got stuck. 

It was another beautiful day, sunny and 70 degrees. We felt we should do a hike, and we at least ought to experience the Kabeyun Trail. We packed a lunch, filled the water bottles and set out for the trailhead parking lot. On Labor Day Monday it was overflowing with people parking on the street for a mile. Today it was a quarter filled.

We set out for Tee Harbor, about 7km one way or 14 round trip, or about 7.35 miles. That’s the most we have hiked the whole trip. I know, Karen would have run the whole 75km trail, which at least on this part is a dirt and gravel road. People use trail bikes to ride it, or take them to side trails, of which there are many. 

Having been sick for a while, we were proud to have made it. Tee Harbor is a pretty spot with 7 campsites, each with a fire pit. the harbor was calm with a nice beach. We passed a young man with three daughters walking slowly while talking to them. He was carrying a huge pack. It is quite enough to carry your own stuff – tent, sleeping bag, food, pots, plates, but he had to carry their bags too. A bit behind was his wife and another girl. It was quite an outing, but it is only an hour and a half to two-hour walk to a great campsite with a beach. How can you beat that?

We sat on a big boulder and ate our lunch, looking at the harbor. There were five moorings for boats. I can imagine having a nice boat and tying up in this pretty cove for the night. How many more coves are like this? 

Walking back, we passed several other hikers, some serious, some day-hikers like us. We stopped at the Sea Lion trailhead, sitting on a bench to rest before tackling the last mile uphill. A lady paused to say hi before going up the Sea Lion trail. She was from Saskatchewan, headed for Nova Scotia. 

Back at the parking lot, we noticed a StarLink antenna and a sign saying there was WIFI here! I’ll be back in the morning! To reward ourselves, we drove 1km down the road to Silver Islet to get another piece of blueberry pie. It looked pretty quiet, but it was open. The lunchtime ordering was over, so we got a soda and a pumpkin muffin and went out on the back deck for a great view of the harbor. I sat there trying to decide which boat I would rather have. 

Walking back into the store, a lady sat in a comfortable chair working on her computer. Assuming she was the owner, I asked her where she finds such nice young people to work the store. She said they were all local, and wanted part-time jobs. She felt very fortunate to have such great kids. Martha asked about the blueberry pie and where she got the blueberries. She said she has a variety of sources who pick wild blueberries, and then they freeze them. 

She asked where we were going, and we said Thunder Bay. She gave us a suggestion of a place to go for blueberries and also candied salmon. “Have you ever been here before?” I said 12 years ago on a fish across Canada trip for four months. She said, “You have to talk to my husband, Jeff. He loves to fish, and he would love to do something like that.”

Jeff and Sandy were their names, and they own the store. Once Jeff was finished helping a customer, he comes over asking where we fished. “Did you go to Terrace, BC?” Yes, we did. “Did you fish the Skeena?” “I think we watched,” I said. “We didn’t have the right gear.” Then he starts showing me pictures of Steelhead he catches on the Skeena with his old roommate, who runs a lodge out there. He goes every other year. Sandy showed a picture of a huge steelhead she caught a few years ago.

He asked if I liked Brook Trout. “My dream is to catch so many Brook Trout that I have to quit. I don’t care what size they are.”

The Sea Lion Trail

August 31, 2025 

60 deg. @ 6:30; 80 deg high, sunny

I went down to the beach at sunrise to see if I could post. I think I got in one before the phone went from two bars to one. Frustrating, but what a gorgeous spot in the early morning with loons calling, sea gulls crying, ducks on the cove and a fox trotting up the side, pausing to take a look at me.

We were late getting going this morning. The puck lights and table light would not come on in the dinette. The other two lights run off my puck light, and they are our main reading lights. Something had apparently jarred loose, maybe on the 200 bumps coming into the campground.

Could be a fuse, I thought, so I checked. Lew Farber put in a nice panel for such 12V circuits. He put an LED light next to each fuse, so you can quickly see which is the bad one. I keep a bunch of those, so I changed it out and the light worked. 

Problem was it hummed, and wasn’t strong, so there had to be a short or a loose wire. There are a whole bunch of wires above that light that I am very familiar with. About 2 years ago I put in a new stereo and new speakers, and all those wires are in a small space above the speaker. I pulled down the puck light and found a stink bug in there!! How the hell does a stink bug get in there?

The soldered connection to the on/off switch also  looked a little dicey. I pulled on all the other connections I could see, and didn’t find anything loose.

If we were going to hike, we had best get going. The majority of trails branch off the main trail, South Kabeyun Trail, which is 37km long, or 74km round trip. Sea Lion is the first trail off Kabeyun, so we figured we could do that, and get some idea about Kabeyun.

There is a parking lot at Kabeyun Trail Head, but it is not big enough. By the time we got there it was packed. I parked in front of a picnic table, which was probably not allowed, but there was no sign. People were streaming in, parking on the road outside. It is Labor Day, the last big camping weekend of the summer season.

We started off on the “trail,” which is really a pretty good gravel road. I don’t think it stays this way, but people passed us on trail bicycles. That’s the way to do it! Makes it a lot easier and faster to get to your next trail. There were lots of people from other countries.

It’s a short, easy walk out Seal Lion to see a unique, rather thin rock formation that looks like a lion. I guess it used to look more like a lion 100 years ago, but still it is a cool thing to see. More than that, it is a gorgeous cove with crystal-clear water, pine forest all around and a mountain in the background that I think is the sleeping giant. 

Several boats were out, which is unusual. We have seen very few boats so far. One was fishing, while another came about 50 yards from the lion. There must have been some incentive, as a boy jumped in and swam to the lion and back. I’m sure that water is cool, but it was a perfect day, sunny and clear.

We hiked/walked back to the truck and drove to Silver Islet, the only “town” on the peninsula. It is a remnant of the silver mine that was worked for 18 years in the late 1800’s. The store was busy, but they had a great, young staff. We ordered a pizza, which was very good, and sat on the back porch overlooking the docks as a fog rolled in. A couple next to us were sharing a piece of blueberry pie, giving it a thorough evaluation with every bite. They loved it, so we got a piece to take home.

We came back, changed into bathing suits and went to the beach. I was able to make one post before my computer battery ran out of power. The cell service was also dicey, but hey, it worked for a while. 

Back at camp, Martha laid down for a nap while I confronted the buzzing light. I decided to work my way up from the light. I removed the on/off switched, cut a couple of narrow strips of electrical tape and wrapped the two connections. Happily, it worked. Just in case, I may order a new light, or at least a new switch. 

The big, thick piece of blueberry pie was wonderful.

Sleeping Giant Provincial Park

August 30, 2025 

We went to the Visitor’s Center to get the big picture of the park. It is a very large park with lots of hiking trails and lakes. The campground is Marie Louise on the big lake of the same name.

We drove to the north end of the park to hike Joe’s Creek Trail, an easy hike following pretty Joe’s Creek. Then we drove across the peninsula to Pounsford Lake for lunch. It’s a lovely lake where a couple sat at a picnic table behind some bushes. We enjoyed sitting in the sun on a beautiful day. Two girls drove up, very talkative, unloading their inflatable kayaks for an hour paddle around the lake.

Driving north on a very bumpy, gravel road we came to an iconic overlook of Thunder Bay. A family was taking pictures on an overhanging platform, using a drone to do the job. I waved.

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