Boundary Waters, Trip Reports, BWCA, Stories

Kawnipi
by JBovaard

Trip Type: Paddling Canoe
Entry Date: 09/25/2023
Entry & Exit Point: Saganaga Lake (EP J)
Number of Days: 10
Group Size: 4
Trip Introduction:
We entered on the Gunflint Trail at the Trails End Campground bordering Gull Lake. From our entry we paddled straight west on Saganaga to Cache Bay and Canadian Customs. On our second day we found the most beautiful campsite on Saganagons, so beautiful we had to layover. Fishing on Saganagons for walleye and smallmouth was surprisingly good. Being a fall trip we didn't expect to see many other canoe parties, and we didn't. Occasionally bumped into others on the portages and exchanged intel which is always fun. We found the portages of the Falls Chain to be very difficult, perhaps because our party of four men are over 70 years old. We had one whipper-snapper of only 69 so he had to carry the heavy canoe, a 22 year old Bell Northwoods. Other than the rough portages, the lakes of this route are all beautiful, as are the falls. Our campsites were readily available and we loved everyone, except our last windbound night on the return voyage. That was a bivouc we christened, "Any port in a storm." The Quetico impresses me as the essence of wilderness. I shall return.
Report
We entered on the Gunflint Trail at the Trails End Campground bordering Gull Lake. From our entry we paddled straight west on Saganaga to Cache Bay and Canadian Customs. On our second day we found the most beautiful campsite on Saganagons, so beautiful we had to layover. Fishing on Saganagons for walleye and smallmouth was surprisingly good. Being a fall trip we didn't expect to see many other canoe parties, and we didn't. Occasionally bumped into others on the portages and exchanged intel which is always fun. We found the portages of the Falls Chain to be very difficult, perhaps because our party of four men are over 70 years old. We had one whipper-snapper of only 69 so he had to carry the heavy canoe, a 22 year old Bell Northwoods. Other than the rough portages, the lakes of this route are all beautiful, as are the falls. Our campsites were readily available and we loved everyone, except our last wind-bound night on the return voyage. That was a bivouac we christened, "Any port in a storm."  The Quetico impresses me as the essence of wilderness. I shall return.