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First Quetico trip July 2011
by marc24

Trip Type: Paddling Canoe
Entry Date: 07/11/2011
Entry & Exit Point: Quetico
Number of Days: 12
Group Size: 4
Trip Introduction:
This report is to reminisce and also to help look forward to finally making it back this summer. Ive been meaning to write this report for years but there is something about children that really take up your spare time. My father and I had an epic trip planned for June of 2020 but we all know how that turned out unfortunately. Lord willing, we are making it back this June. Enjoy!
Day 1 of 12
Monday, July 11, 2011

After a few days of travel, we spent the night of July 10th at Trails End campground. We awoke at 4 am to the songs of the White Throated Sparrow and got camp taken down and were on our way to Seagull Outfitters by about 5:30 am. The travel party remains unchanged from years past. Myself, my wife, and my parents, and after a few years of the BW we are ready to tackle a new challenge. Months of planning and preparation has finally come to fruition. We get loaded up for our 7:00 tow across Saganaga, the first time we have ever used a tow as an option in the BW. We are quickly shuttled to Hook Island, unload, and are soon on our way paddling across Big Sag towards the Canadian ranger station. After paying fees and discussing our route with the ranger Meaghan, we embark on our way towards the first portage of the day at Silver Falls.

The falls is our first sighting of a waterfall in the Northwoods and it is an impressive sight indeed. We take a few pictures but dont stay long as we have lofty goals to complete this day. Back of the water, we begin our trek across Saganagons, seeing very few people along the way and arrive at Dead Mans Portage. The trail is well traveled and apparently the mosquitoes also know that many a traveler passes on this route. Heading west , we stop for lunch at a beautiful island site before pressing on to the beginning of the Falls Chain. We carefully navigate the first three portages before deciding weve had enough for one day and stop at a nice site with a beautiful rock point on the eastern half of Sydney Lake. It's already 5 pm and we are very tired. We quickly set up camp and prepare to cook dinner.

My wife removes her shoe and notices blood and then the friend she had been transporting around for awhile apparently. The leech falls off at the touch, he must have been good and full. She shrugs it off, mostly too tired to care. No big deal.

Dinner is a simple meal of Brats and mashed taters, we clean up and relax and enjoy the sunset after a little unproductive fishing. We are all exhausted and in our tents relatively early, for us anyway.