the carrying of a boat or its cargo between two navigable waters
We bought a canoe a fortnight ago and hubbie was itching to get out and explore during our camping trip ‘up north’ last week. Our first two trips out with the boys were quite sedate, we travelled about 10km viewed the local wildlife and marveled at the scenery but the day before we were due to return home hubbie got it in his head to try something more adventurous. The boys decided they had had enough of the fresh air, exercise and leeches (!) so opted to stay put in the campground while hubbie and I attempted a 14km route with 2 portages.
The first stretch was along the Mattawa River, an historic canoe route for the native peoples and the first European explorers to Canada. There’s something very therapeutic about the total silence broken only by the plop-swoosh, plop-swoosh sound of your paddle as it enters the water and we completed this leg quite easily despite the heat.
Phase two involved navigating a river littered with fallen trees and a 30 meter portage to the connecting river. We surprised ourselves that we managed this section well and as we completed our first portage we were feeling pretty pleased with ourselves. A 210 meter portage was our final obstacle to the last leg of our trip. So with achy arms and sore backs we yet gain found ourselves struggling to get through fallen trees at the end of the river.
After struggling to get out of the water, with the canoe, paddles, buoyancy aids and kit bag we started the hike to the last lake. After about 10 minutes of hiking uphill, sweating buckets, with my pretty pink pedicure covered in black swamp goop, carrying all our kit and hubbie lugging the canoe I couldn’t help but screech in a rather unladylike manner ‘210 meters my a*rse!”
Eventually I glimpsed the lake shimmering through the trees.
This was the view as I looked back across the final lake that we had just travelled using nothing but grit, determination and the power of our arms.