In Search of Lost Hope - A PMA Crossing
by TreeBear
The channel to Whittler goes well until the beaver dam. Thereafter, the creek isn't wide enough for a canoe and requires some pushing and pulling to clear. It's a lot of ins and outs to make it, but we finally hopped through enough channels to hit paddling water in Whittler at 11:00 am with our first view of the Pagami burn for the trip. This would be a familiar site from now on. We took yet another snack on Whittler before taking a water bottle fill up and a deep breath knowing that, once we pass this beaver dam, it's creeks for us for most of the next 24 hours, if we could even make it through.
There were a fair number of down trees after the beaver dam forcing a few more portages. The channel is very narrow this high up and sits deep into the silt so we spent a good deal of time portaging through the open valley alongside, biding our time until floatable water. At times we pulled the canoe along the shallow creek, otherwise we were traditionally portaging. Sometimes we could paddle for brief stretches. After the first beaver dam, we hit our first bitter taste of true burn-zone portaging: jack pines smacking the face, dead-fall pulverizing the shins, crumbling rock threatening to overturn you, and great swarms of gnats impeding one's respiratory function. A few of these would lay ahead before we hit good navigable water. One of the small beaver ponds on the air photo had grown into a nice larger pond. It was amazing to rest in the quiet for a moment. Once we hit the big open valley on the way to the large beaver dam, we heard the familiar buzz of a single-prop plane. This time of the year that had us concerned about the possibility of a wildfire as we knew the risks were high when we left. We wondered what the pilot would think if he saw us this far into the middle of nowhere. When the plane came into view, we were surprised to see that it was not a USFS beaver. The plane was black and white and had tires not floats. We wondered about its mission today. We made good time now that we were finally paddling and lifted over the large beaver dam. Much of the remaining stretch was navigable with only brief pullovers and drag-throughs until we finally reached Andek at about 3:00.
Andek is a small, unassuming lake. We wondered how long it had been since anyone had visited here. It seems so far away from everything now. Fittingly, a single crow flew over while we were there. We filled up waterbottles and tried to catch up on hydrating. The weather was sunny and hot and the lack of shade and the rigors of bushwhacking were wearing on us some. Two-thirds down, one-third to go. Out of Andek, there are a few small rapid sets and sections of fragmented creek channel making for frequent stops and slow progress. At one small rapid set, I pulled a portage pack and extras to start a bushwhack and stepped on a bad rock. Down I went landing my lower back precariously atop the rock pinnacle. Ouch! Wet and pretty stuck, it took some effort to go vertical again. We followed this routine of in and out of the canoe, keeping our eyes open for a pond followed by a long straightaway which would give us a sign of our progress. We finally hit a pond but it didn't feel right. Darn, it's the one before the pond with the straight. We pulled off at the very brushy beaver dam and forced our way up the rock face, through the jack pine, before gently working our way down the crumbling west face into the floating marsh below. The grass here was full of garter snakes for some reason as we made our way down the straight past a series of log jams. The stretch after the straightaway is paddleable for awhile until another rocky rapids forced another bushwhack. We got through easily enough. The last long rapids before Maniwaki is a tumbled boulder field with ample brush and no passage. It was up the ridge again for us through another dead-fall rich burn zone. The bugs were pretty horrible at this point as we got through the last couple challenging stepovers and into open water. It was an amazing site to see Maniwaki lake in front of us at about 6:00 pm, some 11 hours after we had started. We paddled over and found the old campsite. Surprisingly, the grate is gone. I'm impressed that USFS hauled this one out! We headed out for some evening fishing just because. I paddled us down to the exit creek where we would head tomorrow morning while Lil' Grumpy fished. No luck on that front, but the waterfall coming out of Maniwaki was an intimidating obstacle to face the next day. Sleep would come easily after dinner. Tomorrow would hold more adventure and more challenges. ~Perent Lake, Chickadee Lake, Fungus Lake, Whittler Lake, Andek Lake, Maniwaki Lake