Here is the bush plane picking us up. Mark, the woman
pilot was quite a personality. |
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As you fly in you get a sense of how far from civilization
you are going. At least when you paddle in it takes awhile to get
away from it all. |
Our camp on Florence Lake. Doesn't Jim look stylish
and manly. A great shot for Llbean or GQ |
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The Lady Evelyn River as it exits Florence Lake. A
short way downstream we hap to paddle by a big bull moose standing in the
river in a narrow place. |
Camp at the confluence of the branches of the Lady Evelyn
River. It was the only campsite for miles. I was glad it was
empty. |
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The portages on this trip were very difficult. Most of
the portages started and ended in a bolder field that had
crossed. You can see the rocks we had to cross to get to the river. |
The roughness of the terrain is seen here. Hard to
walk and carry over this stuff. |
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Stepping on the logs was dangerous but in between was
mud. Here Jim Glimm negotiates a tough portage. |
Here's me. You can see that I've been up to my knees
in mud. This was supposed to be a mud covered picture of Don but he
just sank out of site. |
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Here's Don, all cleaned up from his mud bath and looking
rather chipper. |
The portages were rough because the countryside was
rough. Not quite the gentle wilderness of Algonquin. |
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A bit of swift water on this trip. Here's Jim and
Larry coming down river. |
Here's Ed and Jim coming down the same stretch of river. |
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After three days you break out into Lady Evelyn Lake.
A very pretty place and much less rugged than the river system. |
Finally, a camp on Diamond Lake and the end of the trip. |
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