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10/03/2018 07:11PM |
The canoe I built for a friend back in the 1980s. She died in a car accident and the boat went to a close friend of hers. It was never used except when I borrowed it, which I did often, always returning it refinished. The boat has moved on to the unknown since 2002, but I still have the molds. I'll build another some day. Its my favorite solo. Mad River Independence comes close and is similar.
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10/27/2018 08:27AM |
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10/02/2018 12:28PM |
Trip Name: SE Quetico Solo 2002.
Entry Point: Quetico
Click Here to View Trip Report
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10/28/2018 12:30AM |
Thanks for sharing your trip. I appreciate and learn from you being able to stay in the moment. It seems like modern life gets us to where we need to be doing something all the time, which makes it hard to enjoy what you are doing, if that makes any sense. I have really enjoyed all three reports you posted recently. It is really fun to read your report and trace your route on a map.
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10/27/2018 08:28AM |
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10/25/2018 01:22PM |
Having seen your other photography I understand why your are frustrated with the pictures, but they still convey the lovely area you paddled.
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10/26/2018 04:24PM |
1916 2000
Shared the way of the wilderness with many.
I have three photos. Two of the paddle with
the paddled tied upright to a tree with the scarf.
Third is close up of the paddle with the inscription.
I was camped very close to the small i
island near the Pictograph. Approx 2007
Will try to send the photos..
Jim Inman
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10/27/2018 10:19AM |
Thank you so much for the photos. At the time taking photographs was not on my mind. Now I have some. The toque(hat) he is wearing in the photo above is the same one on the paddle. Pretty sure it is the same paddle, too. The voyageur sash is faded, but still intact after 5 years. A testimony to wool. I'm sure the local birds have bits of of toque and sash in their nests by now.
A great trip down memory lane. Thanks
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10/26/2018 08:43PM |
Wow! Sometimes it is just a real small world. I would love to see the photos. If you can post them in your photo journal I can see them there. To make the connection more complete here is a photo of James Sullivan on his last canoe trip in 1987. We did about a 12 day loop from Trails End. Knife, Basswood, up to Sarah, Mcintyre, Brent, Darky, Tanner, Sturgeon and up the Maligne River, back to Saganaga. The words are from my last entry in my journal for the trip.
The Last Portage
The last portage was just like any other, the last campsite, too. Everything went very smoothly, as always. Travel in the wilderness has a calming effect on us. The last portage was my fathers very last. At 71, he figured that this would be his last canoe trip. I suggested that we could pick an easier route next year, maybe one with fewer portages, less in and out of the canoe, more paddling. No, if he couldn't go to the places he really wanted to then he'd rather not go at all. " No hard feelings about it, you know, except maybe I wish I would have started coming here when I was younger." I was quiet then. He had introduced me to the canoe wilderness early in my life. I was sixteen on that first trip, he was already fifty-two. It was hard not to talk about all the ideas for future trips bouncing around in my brain, but I kept my ideas to myself.
We traveled well together. Even a harsh father-son argument settled down in short order. Our routine in camp was efficient and uncomplicated. It allowed us lots of time to enjoy the places we had come to see. On one of the last days of the trip we were paddling so well together that we covered 21 miles before we made camp at 1:00.
The last portage was around Silver Falls, a scene we enjoyed every time we passed that way. The last campsite was on Saganaga Lake. As usual, it made us work hard to get off of it the last day of the trip.
June 1987
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10/26/2018 12:56PM |
olderjim: "Does your Dad's paddle that you left say "He showed the way of the wilderness to many" ??"
It has been a long time since that day and I don't remember exactly, but that seems about right. I went back through my shop notebooks to see if I wrote it down prior to carving it into the blade. I think I just sketched it on the blade. Did you encounter the paddle? I figured it might end up in a beaver lodge, or probably just rot away on the ground under the tree. My next trip will likely start on Saganaga and I will have my RABC permit so I can do a day trip to see the pictographs and revisit the site.
I worried about offending wilderness values leaving something like that. I made sure it was all organic stuff that would disappear pretty quickly and left in an out-of-the-way place.
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10/27/2018 04:58PM |
On the return leg we spent a night in the back bay near the pictographs and discovered your memorial to your Father. My memory is that we were both a bit in awe and wonderment of the memorial and what the story behind the man and person who placed the memorial might be. If memory serves me I included a picture of your memorial in a trip report that I created for my Dad.
My Dad is still alive and well having just turned 86. I look forward to sending him a link to this story to close the loop on our trip that September of 2002.