The Slates and then some

Lunch with a view
Lunch with a view

by Melissa Hachkowski

Everyone who has kayaked, backpacked or tripped solo for any length of time has developed a list of top secret spots: places which bear personal significance, aura and importance. These are the places we return to many times and still have the ability to find something new that we didn’t recognize before.

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Southeast Shore of Georgian Bay

Remains of lumber barge on Musquash River
Remains of lumber barge on Musquash River

Howard Williams & Rudi Rauch

The southeast corner of Georgian Bay is a place of water, rocks of the Canadian Shield and bush, which in many instances, clings to minute rock crevices, obtaining nurture from small amounts of soil. Yet part of Beausoleil Island, the largest island in Georgian Bay Islands National Park (GBINP), has a different geological nature and indeed different vegetation.

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The McRae Lake Trip

(With apologies to Songs of the Great Lakes – “On the Schooner Hercules”)

Hart Haessler

In the spring of O and four,
The first of May it’s true,
Seven kayaks set their blades.
We were a GLSKA crew.

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Kayaking into the stillness of Grafton Pond

This Pond is Your Pond
This Pond is Your Pond

by Richard E. Winslow III

As something of a stranger to western New Hampshire I discovered that Grafton Pond was no easy destination. Getting there became an ordeal of hit-and-mostly-missed dirt roads. A tucked-away 235-acre body of water in the Canaan-Enfield region, the Grafton Pond Reservation was donated to, and has been administered since 1984 by, the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests (SPNHF). Finally I found it, and my dusty car and I emerged at a dam. Beyond lay the blue sheen of Grafton Pond, lovely in July’s midmorning sun.

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The Ghost of Dunk’s Bay

by Rob Muylwyk

Early one Saturday morning, in the middle of August of 2002, I joined Dan, John C., Greg and Dave for a windy weekend trip, organized and led by John D, along the northeast coast of the Bruce Peninsula. I had just checked the weathernetwork.com, so I could share the dire predictions with the group: winds in the order of 40 km/h. The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, and nobody seemed too worried about the forecast, so away we went.

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