Family Web Log, Again.: Wilderness Channel, with kids... and barrel.
Wilderness Channel, with kids... and barrel.
We somehow managed to go on two canoe/kayak trips this weekend. The first one was shorter, the second one was epic. If not entirely epic, at least it was long... nearly 5 hours (including a stop for a snack and explore). And the kids put in a good effort (without even complaining!) too.
Selena and I, and the kids, went in the canoe, towing the kids' kayaks behind us ("in case they wanted them later"). Gramma, of course, was in her little red kayak. When we got to around to where the first (north-most) marker is on the map above, a nice calm channel that we call "the wilderness channel", the kids launched out on their own. They paddled themselves through the channel, and around the big island to around where the south-most markers are. At that point they hitched up to an adult craft for towing; Istra behind Gramma, and Emeth behind us. But even then, especially Istra, helped a lot with the paddling the rest of the way home.
Here is a close-up of the trail just before the north-most marker on the full map. The large squiggle is where we got out on a little peninsula, and had a snack and a little wander around.
The small loop, to the left in the close-up picture, is us backing up to take a run at a beaver dam, to get over it! The old beaver dam there is mostly submerged, with sticks just breaking the surface intermittently. There are slightly lower parts it is possible to push yourself past. But with me and Selena, and the kids, and towing kayaks, it took a bit more effort... ramming speed! The old canoe did not break up. We survived!
The kids launch out on their own... with Gramma.
Well on our way back, when we got to the peninsula near the relatively small island, sort of near the middle of the map above, we came across a big barrel floating around. We'd seen it the day before, in a different location. It's the type of barrel people use for floating docks. Since it seemed abandoned (not to mention potentially dangerous), I got the idea of towing it back to our cottage and see if we could use it to help any of our dilapidated docks somehow. We managed to attach it to a rope, but the thing had a significant amount of water in it... it was heavy. It slowed us down a lot, and it made paddling much more... epic!
We could not now at all keep up with Istra and Gramma, despite their going slow for us, so eventually they abandoned us to our fate and zoomed ahead. When we finally rounded the last peninsula, and the cottage was in sight, even Emeth opted to be released and paddle himself the rest of the way ... and easily beat us back to the dock.
Istra kayaks around a beaver lodge (Emeth coming in the background) --- which it appears hunters set up a duck blind on and must have used as a sniping post last year :(.