2013 BWCA Solo
by boonie
I’m underway at 9:45 and quickly over to the portage to the Kawishiwi River, where I run into a kayaker I saw earlier in the trip. He’s in a small kayak with the pack strapped on the deck. He advises that the end of the portage is muddy and there’s a way to the right where people have worked around the mud and low water. Shortly after starting the portage I traverse a flooded section. I almost lose a shoe in the mud on the work-around, which leads to an awkward, rocky little put-in.
It’s another cloudless, sunny day and warms up rapidly as I paddle west on the Kawishiwi River, then north towards Trapline Lake (sometimes unnamed). I stop at the campsite on Trapline Lake for lunch. It’s not much of a site – there’s a tough landing and climb to a cramped site with no good tent pad or even a good place to hang a hammock. The view is nice though.
I take the short portage to Beaver Lake and head towards the Adams Lake portage. It seems odd that a lake the size of Beaver only has two campsites. I find the portage from Beaver Lake to Adams Lake without difficulty, but it helps that I know what to look for. The landing on Beaver is very rocky and makes for some tricky footing. It’s a very cool portage to walk, but obviously less used than the other portages on this trip. There are scrape marks on a lot of rocks on the portage – it almost looks like someone has drug a canoe across them.
The island campsite is occupied and I paddle around Adams Lake and eventually take campsite #1045 on the north side. This site is high up on top of the rocks and not obvious from the water, but it is a nice site. The landing is a sloping, slick-rock granite landing and there’s a long climb to a very elevated site with great views from all the open rock. It’s moderately spacious with a couple of nice places for tents.
I set up camp and relax with a mug of coffee on the rocks out front, bare feet drying in the sun. Outdoor Herbivore’s Lickety Split Lentils (500 mg sodium) makes a very good dinner – almost as good as Hawk Vittles’ Cashew Curry. I enjoy a nice sunset view to the west. It’s another warm clear night and I’m too warm in the sleeping bag and too cool out of it in just underwear and a T-shirt.
The birds have vanished into the sky, And now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. Li Po