by Jennifer Kilbourne
A beautiful island on a gorgeous weekend. What more could a paddler ask for?
We were six eager paddlers who met at Snug Harbour the morning of Friday, May 18. Arend, Vivian, Ralph and I had camped just south of Parry Sound the previous night, testing the cold weather ratings of our sleeping bags and sleeping pads. Beth and Akira drove up that morning, beating the long weekend traffic. After packing our kayaks and going over a few safety rules, we set off due west for the south end of Franklin Island.
This was an “Exploratory” trip. Ralph had a map with some island campsites marked on it, but we didn’t know which ones were best for landing kayaks and setting up camp. The wind was from the southwest, creating a steady chop around the south end of the island. A passing shower and increasing winds had us doubting the accuracy of the weekend weather forecast which had called for very warm and sunny weather. After checking out two or three possible sites, we decided on one that offered a very sheltered landing area for the kayaks and a variety of tent sites. The rest of the day was spent setting up camp, relaxing and enjoying the fine art of camp cooking. The wind dropped as the day went on, creating a new hope for fair weather on Saturday.
Saturday’s weather was amazing. The winds were supposed to increase as the day went on, creating waves up to one-half metre. Instead, the winds dropped, creating glassy calm conditions. No one complained about the lack of accuracy of the weather forecast! We had decided to paddle counter-clockwise around Franklin Island, meeting with Scott and Lori just outside of Snug Harbour, as they had driven up that morning. We found a terrific camping spot with a large sandy beach for landing kayaks on the east side of the island, and made note of it for “next time.” The sun was beating down, and those who had worn dry suits were dunking themselves in the frigid waters of Georgian Bay to cool down. I was surprised about the lack of powerboats and jet skis on the water, which made for some very relaxing paddling. The paddle down the west side of the island was through calm waters, as opposed to the “up to one-half-metre waves” that had been forecasted. After a bit of relaxation at the camp, four of us set off to explore some of the coves along the west side of the island. We found another campsite with a sandy beach, tucked ’way back in. It would be a good place to be holed up in a storm off the Bay. You could spend hours exploring the nooks and crannies created by the islands and bays on the west side of the island.
Arend and Vivian set off for the mainland on Sunday morning, and the rest of us paddled across to Red Rock Lighthouse. The water was glassy calm again. We paddled around many of the Mink Islands, admiring the rock formations and cottages, dreaming of plans on how to spend our $50 million Lotto Max winnings (if Scott won, he hasn’t called me yet, and I can assure you I didn’t win). The dry suits were left back at camp this time, as it was still very, very warm (not that I’m complaining…) Beth set off for home after we got back to camp, and I paddled back to Snug Harbour with her to pick up some popsicles for the rest of the group back on Franklin Island. That seemed a bit wrong, buying popsicles when we were “roughing it”, but it was hot, and they were there.
Monday morning, we headed back to mainland, ready to tackle the 400 southbound, along with hundreds of others who had escaped to Up North for the first official holiday weekend of the summer.
Of course, a GLSKA trip can’t happen without some memorable experiences. Arend had spent Friday telling us about the ground beef and turkey he had dehydrated, in order to make shepherd’s pie for supper for Vivian and himself. He sure had a perplexed look on his face Friday night when he realized that he’d left the main ingredient for two suppers at home. Vivian was surprised by the capacity of her new boat, and regretted not bringing more wine. Akira had the inaugural lighting of his new Dragonfly stove. Ralph set new seismic records with his snoring. Scott and Lori demonstrated that you can sleep in while camping. Beth took a brief dip in a foot of water. And my supply of dryer lint proved useful for starting our evening campfires.
Many thanks to Ralph for setting up and leading this trip. A beautiful destination, amazing weather, and a great group to travel with: a guaranteed formula for a super weekend.