| TREK'99 LOG |
How could a camp that started so wrong, go
so right? That's what happened to TREK 99. First our beloved Cookie (Heather Whitworth) is
informed 2 weeks before camp that her holidays were cancelled and she couldn't go. Then 1
week before the camp a transport truck loaded with lumber burns out the West Bridge in
Algonquin causing a two-hour detour. Two days before the camp the full size van that
Durham rented to take 6 people up was no longer available so they were give a car to use.
Then the day before the camp, Chief's (Doug Keith) alternator blows while picking up
supplies for the camp. What else could go wrong? |
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| After 5
hours of travel on Sunday to get to Algonquin, we arrive at Whitefish Lake Group Camp Site
#9 (the famous #9). After setting up the kitchen tent, our sleeping tents and having
supper, we had a get together/party to get to know each other. Ghetto blaster in the
middle of Algonquin was our entertainment. We knew it was going to be a special time when
the Northern Lights came out and the wolves were howling throughout the first night. |
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Refresher paddling lessons were done Monday
morning. Then after lunch a canoe trip up to the next lake with one portage in between the
lakes. Lots of swimming in the river and jumping from the banks. Why is Site #9 so famous?
Some of the pictures show a large tree with roots exposed. These roots are used as lounge
chairs to take in the beauty of Algonquin. This tree as well leans over the river. Hmmm.
Possibility for a rope swing? Absolutely !!!!! The MNR keeps cutting the ropes down and
campers keep putting them up. We were campers like everyone else so up went a rope. What a
BLAST !!!!!!!! A few choice words were said when swinging towards the river and letting go
15 feet above the river. After supper, we again had a relaxing gathering around the
campfire and listening to music. Luckily we had lots of D batteries. |
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| Tuesday was a big day. Canoeing down the length of Whitefish Lake and into
Rock Lake for lunch which was carried in the canoes. Time to cook for yourself. Then a
trip back to Site #9. Six hours of canoeing. Again the swing was utilized to the fullest
extent. This time, however the swing rope was shortened to get maximum distance. As you
can see in the picture with Nick from Oshawa a height of 25 feet above the water was
attained. Since this was the last night at Site #9 we decided to let loose with a louder
longer dance. |
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Wednesday we start of the Trek in to the interior of
Algonquin. The kitchen was packed up and put into the truck and any extra gear was stored
in the vehicles. Joined by the last leader, we start our way down to Pen Lake to our first
interior sight. After a 400M portage we found Flat Rock. A site with a large flat rock
that gently sloped into the water. Perfect for star watching and daydreaming. At 11PM all
campers assembled on the rock, laid back and drifted into the silence of Algonquin. A
moment in time never to be forgotten by all. Wolf calling was attempted with several
answers being received in the distance. |
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Thursday the killer portage looms in from of us. Four
hours to portage the 7 canoes and all our gear across the 1680M portage. PAIN !!
EXHAUSTION !! NEXT YEAR? We finally make it to Night Lake and then a small portage to
Galeairy Lake and that's when we found Jump Rock. A smaller island with a rock point that
went straight down in the water to a depth of 15ft just off shore. What a blast. Between
the cannon balls, jackknifes and peter pan dives, it amounted to 3 hours of wet and wild
fun. MMMMMMMM!!!! IMP's for dinner. Drew's favorite. More wolf calling but not too many
responses tonight. It is unfortunately our last night in Algonquin. We don't want to go
home. Lets stay in Algonquin forever. OK now back to reality. |
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Friday, time to canoe back to civilization,
unfortunately. Flush toilets!!! Civilization is starting to sound better. We canoe back to
Rock Lake going past Echo Bay trying a mix of wolf howling and Trekker talk to find out if
Echo Bay works. Drew spots a rare Pterodactyl disguised as a Blue Heron. It's on to our
access point where the vehicles are waiting for us. Our Trek is over but will not be
forgotten and will always be cherished. We have all been personally affected by the
Algonquin experience. |
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It's now on to Balsam Lake to go to
Ambulympics 4. TIRED, EXHAUSTED but full of GREAT MEMORIES we descend onto Balsam Lake. We
try to participate as much as our weary bodies will allow us. It is obvious to other
campers that the Trekkers do have a special bond between them. We arrived at Algonquin as
Leaders and Crusaders but returned as a close nit family. |
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A four-year dream by a couple of Officers
has now become reality. More than that, reality has turned into something magical that
will be remembered always by the 14 people who participated in the dream.
TREK 99 will always live on in our hearts and memories. |