Butt End: Cats and Dogs

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When we pulled into the portage on the Steel River and saw an arrow pointing straight up a giant slab of granite, Alana and I immediately started procrastinating. We easily killed 20 minutes discussing the best way (winching? crawling?) to get our gear and canoe up the precipice.

Our dog Bailey, as usual, was less patient. If you’ve ever heard that springer spaniels are hyper, then you didn’t hear it from me. Frenzied is the word I would use. When it comes to portaging, she just wants the ordeal over as quickly as possible. I’ve given up trying to leash her while on the trail, which is why we only take her on remote trips where there’s little chance of meeting up with other people. And most animals rebuff her attempts to be playful.

Her routine is simple—jump out of the canoe as we approach the take-out, wait impatiently as I lash her pack on, and then sprint to the end and take a relaxing swim while we catch up.

While Alana and I dithered, Bailey was climbing the wall—literally. She scrambled up and down the slab looking more and more impatient. Finally we loaded her panniers up with all her dog food and shouldered our packs.

An hour later Alana and I had dragged everything up to the summit and began following a still-eager Bailey along the last kilometre of rough portage.

Sometime after Alana did a face plant and I crunched my crotch while trying to straddle a giant boulder we heard Bailey whimpering ahead of us. This was a new sound. I jogged ahead to see what was up and came across a cowering Bailey trembling uncontrollably while a lynx, just a few metres away, was crouching in a predatory position straight out of Mutual of Omaha and was slowly moving in for the kill.

I had never seen a lynx before, which is my excuse for why my first reaction was to unpack my camera rather than rescue my dog. When Bailey saw me trying to snap a picture of her assailant she gave me a look that made me glad dogs can’t talk. Guilt ridden, I dropped the camera and chased off the lynx with a paddle.

We finished the portage shortly afterward, but I still don’t have a photo of a lynx, and Bailey has been afraid of the neighbour’s cat ever since.

Kevin Callan advises you to keep watch over your pets when in wildcat country in his latest book, The Happy Camper.

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Canoeroots Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Canoeroots’ print and digital editions here.

Canoe Routes: Paddle Through the Past

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Cars have come a long way since the Model-T, modern bicycles bear little resemblance to penny farthings and the wright brothers would scarcely recognize a stealth bomber as an airplane. Despite a much longer history, the simple design of a canoe has changed little over the centuries.

maybe that’s why it’s easy to feel you are part of a heritage that is still very much intact whenever you push off from shore in a canoe. here are four routes on which it’s easy to commune with canoeing’s past.

Paddle in the spirit of newfoundland’s first inhabitants on the exploits, behind one of Canada’s greatest explorers on the Peace river, in tune with the voyageurs through Quetico and in the slipstream of those who helped rejuvenate canoeing as a recreational pastime on the Churchill River.

Peace River / British Columbia and Alberta

When Alexander Mackenzie paddled the Peace River in 1793, he described its shores as having “the most beautiful scenery [he] had ever beheld.” These are not words to be taken lightly coming from the explorer who criss-crossed Canada by canoe several times while seeking canoe routes to the Arctic and Pacific oceans.

Mackenzie was the first European to paddle the 2,000-kilometre Peace River. His crew of six wintered in Fort Fork, near the present-day town of Peace River, before continuing upstream against the Peace’s steady current in a reinforced, 25-foot birchbark canoe. When they ran out of river they portaged 14 kilometres over the Rockies and pushed on to the Pacific tidewater near Bella Coola, British Columbia.

In 1968, the W.A.C. Bennett Dam created Williston Lake—the largest in British Columbia—and manhandled the upper portion of the river. But below Hudson’s Hope the Peace River remains much the same as when Mackenzie paddled it more than two centuries ago.

Between Hudson’s Hope and the Alberta border the Peace is a prairie river, cutting a wind- ing course through 270-metre-high banks of silt and clay, its flow augmented by hundreds of ice-cold, mineral-rich springs. Mackenzie called this section of river “a magnificent theatre of nature [that] has all the decoration which the trees and animals of the country can afford it.”

To rediscover Mackenzie’s Peace River, put in at Hudson’s Hope, British Columbia, on Highway 29, and float just over 200 kilometres downstream and across the provincial border to Dunvegan, Alberta, on Highway 2. As long as you can handle easy whitewater, this section of river is portage-free and takes five to seven days to paddle comfortably.

Exploits River / Newfoundland

The Exploits River was once the main transportation artery for Newfoundland’s Beothuk. Like most aboriginal bands, the Beothuk were often on the move. They paddled 14- to 20-foot birchbark canoes up and down a 120-kilometre stretch of the Exploits to travel from their winter homes around Red Indian Lake in Newfoundland’s wildlife-rich interior to the Atlantic coast of Notre Dame Bay, where they spent their summers fishing.

But the Beothuk were more reclusive than other aboriginal bands when it came to dealing with Europeans. Rather than trading directly, they picked up discarded metal goods at abandoned European settlements, and altered their traditional routes to avoid encounters. Misunderstandings led to violent conflicts and their population plummeted. The last known Beothuk, named Shanawdithit, was captured in 1828. She died in St. John’s in 1829.

In addition to the attributes that made it appealing to its first paddlers—ample wildlife and a direct route from the interior to the coast—the Exploits makes for good day- and multi-day tripping for paddlers comfortable paddling in or portaging around class I to III whitewater. The Exploits holds its water well throughout the summer and parts of it see less traffic today than they did in the time of the Beothuk.

The best paddling on the Exploits is upstream of the Abitibi pulp mill in Grand Falls-Windsor. Beothuk Park, located in town on the Trans-Canada Highway, makes a good take-out. For a day trip, shuttle 20 kilometres upstream to Aspen Brook. Put in further upstream at Badger for an overnight trip or at Buchans for a four-day trip.

Churchill River / Saskatchewan

The revival of wilderness canoeing in the 1970s can be credited in part to a man who had remote waterways all to himself in the previous decades. Sigurd Olson, an environmentalist and writer from Minnesota, popularized recreational wilderness paddling with his accounts of canoeing in the Boundary Waters and Quetico area in his best-selling compilations of short stories, The Singing Wilderness and The Listening Point.

In these books, Olson eloquently described the charms and hardships of travelling by paddle and portage and living outdoors. But only one of Olson’s canoe trips was worthy of being the focus of an entire book—northern Saskatchewan’s Churchill River, which he described in The Lonely Land.

In the summer of 1955, Olson and five paddling partners—including Eric Morse, a University of Toronto historian and member of the band of canoeists dubbed the latter- day Voyageurs—paddled three cedar canvas canoes 800 kilometres down the Churchill and Sturgeon-Weir rivers from Ile-a-la-Crosse, Saskatchewan, to The Pas, Manitoba. It was unheard of at the time to take a seven- week canoe trip for pleasure.

“We traveled as the voyageurs did, paddled the same lakes, ran the same rapids, and packed over their ancient portages,” wrote Olson of their trip. “We knew the winds and storms, saw the same skylines, and felt the awe and wonderment that was theirs.”

The Churchill consists of a series of lakes connected by short channels of fast water. The main access points are Ile-a-la-Crosse, Missinipe and Sandy Bay, all of which are north of La Ronge, Saskatchewan. If you don’t have three weeks to paddle the 386- kilometre, 20-portage section between Ile-a-la-Crosse and Missinipe or two weeks to paddle the 222 kilometres between Mis- sinipe and Sandy Bay, your best bet is to fly in to a lake somewhere along the way. A great five- to seven-day trip involves chartering a floatplane from Missinipe to Sandfly Lake and paddling the Churchill’s network of lakes back to your vehicle.

Quetico / Ontario

Ontario’s Quetico Provincial Park was once part of a voyageur route that stretched from Montreal to the furry heart of Canada.

Canoe brigades met in early July just east of Quetico at Fort William, near present day Thunder Bay, where the 36-foot birchbark canots du maitre from Montreal would exchange their metalware and muskets for the winter’s worth of pelts arriving from inland via smaller canots du nord. Once the last cask of rum ran dry, the canots du maitre would return to Montreal to send English gentlemen their sought-after beaver hats and the inland voyageurs would return to their posts.

Shortly after hauling their newly-acquired goods across the 13-kilometre-long Grand Portage, bloodshot-eyed voyageurs would enter the 4,600-square-kilometre watery network of Quetico—lakes and rivers which drain north to Hudson Bay and the Arctic. A first-timer crossing this height of land would be awarded a black feather and be baptized an homme du nord—before paddling a few more thousand kilometres to spend a cold, lonely winter at a forgotten northern post.

The best way to recreate the voyageur experience through Quetico is to take a week to paddle the 125-kilometre French Lake to Cache Lake loop. Starting at the French Lake access point on Highway 11, the route follows Baptism Creek to Baptism Lake—named after the voyageurs’ black feather ceremony. From here, you’ll pass through nine lakes before returning to French Lake via Pickerel Lake. With nearly 12 kilometres of portages—some rocky, some wet—you’ll earn your black feather.

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Kirk Wipper: The Passion of the Collector

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Kirk Wipper is like a firefly—visibly shining, but hard to catch. When I finally caught up with him after weeks of pursuit he had just returned from the annual Fiddlers on the Tobique in New Brunswick. As Honorary Patron, he led the parade of 1,500 canoes and almost as many musicians playing fiddles, mandolins and banjos down the beautiful Tobique River in the central highlands of northern New Brunswick. Before the Tobique he had been a guest speaker at the an- nual Maine Canoe Symposium, and on the interven- ing weekend he had led 60 canoes down Ontario’s Trent River, a new event he had helped to instigate in 2003 to raise money for the World Food Bank.

It’s a busy schedule for an octogenarian to maintain, but Kirk doesn’t seem to tire. Kirk modestly takes advantage of every canoeing opportunity that his status as the world’s greatest canoe col- lector brings him. Though his name is inextricably linked to a museum collection, there’s nothing hushed or sedate about Kirk’s love of canoeing. In the past 10 years he has found enough time away from festivals and events to canoe—or raft—some of North America’s great rivers, including the Thelon, Tatshenshini, Alsek, Nahanni, and, wildest of all, the Naranjo in Costa Rica.

KIRK’S EARLY YEARS

Canoes have been the centrepiece of much of Kirk’s life, but it was not always that way. Growing up on a pioneer farm in the Inter-lake district of central Manitoba, the son and grandson of German immigrants, there was nary a canoe in sight. Living close to nature on a farm carved out of the northern bush, he learned early about hard work, frugal- ity and optimism. Having left Germany to escape the militarism growing out of the rising nationalist fervour, his parents also instilled in him a deep and abiding love of Canada.

It was not until his arrival in Toronto in 1946, after war-time service in the Canadian Navy, that Kirk really made contact with the canoe. When involvement with the YMCA took him north to be an instructor at Pinecrest summer camp, Kirk discovered the canoe’s true value as a vehicle to connect with the natural world. There he quickly realized that the canoe was a device for leadership training, with its emphasis on self-reliance and resourcefulness.

Early in his career of teaching in the School of Physical Education and Health at the University of Toronto in 1957, Kirk bought Camp Kandalore, a boys’ camp on Haliburton’s Lake Kabakwa. A couple of years later, the head of Kirk’s university department presented him with a basswood dugout canoe from the 1890s which had been found on his farm near Lakefield. The canoe was given pride of place in the dining hall at Kandalore, and the collection began.

KANAWA INTERNATIONAL MUSEUM OF CANOES

The dugout was soon joined by other unique canoes, including two vintage Peterborough freight canoes which were treasured as much for their historic value as for their usefulness in providing ferry service to Chapel Island, as platforms for stage performances, as diving rafts, or just as large baggage conveyors. Three canoes belonging to the Arctic explorer George Douglas, a birchbark canoe from Maniwaki, Quebec, and several others formed the nucleus of Kandalore’s growing collection, which Kirk had named the Kanawa International Museum of Canoes, Kayaks and Rowing Craft.

Without intentionally starting out as a collector, Kirk had developed a passion for canoes and his collection began to snowball. His many friends in his university, camping and Royal Life-Saving So- ciety circles soon grew into a worldwide network of contacts which included canoe builders and museum curators who kept him informed of any interesting watercraft as they became available.

Opportunities to acquire special canoes often came with a hefty price tag. In Kirk’s words: “It of- ten involved big sacrifices—I was often in debt, but I knew what was being done was right and it had to be done. I felt I had a responsibility to do the best possible job of collecting so I could tell the whole story of the relationship of canoes and kayaks to the environment and to the history of Canada. Once I had started down this path there was no turning back.”

A LONG NEGOTIATION

His most anxious moments came during the acquisition of 44 canoes from the Heye Foundation’s Museum of the American Indian in New York. He had learned that the museum could no longer afford to look after this valuable collection, and Kirk began negotiations to buy them for Kanawa.

For eight years Kirk negotiated, in competition with several world museums, including the Smithsonian. Kirk remembers: “The time came when the Heye Foundation’s board was meeting to make a decision. There were 63 members on the board, the discussion went on and on, and in the end they agreed by one vote to let them go to Kanawa. I got the message about midnight and immediately phoned my son, David, standing by in New York with two big moving vans, to begin loading. In the meantime, two American congressmen, not wanting the collection to leave the U.S., tried to stop the trucks from crossing the border. I had anticipated this, and already had an import number in place with customs. When David phoned me to say that they were being held up at the border, I phoned the head of customs and the trucks were immediately waved through!”

Kirk’s problems were not over. He still had to find $150,000 to complete the deal.

Fortunately, Kirk’s many friends helped out with loans, all of which had to be repaid.

In years of major purchases for the collection, Camp Kandalore sometimes operated at a loss and it became clear it could no longer sustain the museum. To safeguard the camp, the museum was incorporated as a separate entity, with a board of directors to help with the much-needed fundraising.

Kirk was always on the lookout for canoes which he felt should be in the collection. Never having been able to find a Haida dugout, he commissioned the building of one. Kirk remembers going to the Queen Charlotte Islands in 1971 to take possession of it: “Within living memory, no dugout had been built by the Haida, and Victor Adams undertook the work with some trepidation. The Haida helped us to give the canoe a ceremonial launching. As we prepared to push off the beach, I was struck by the wistful interest many children showed in the canoe. We offered the children a ride, discovering that none had ever before been in a Haida dugout. Despite our best efforts, we found the new canoe sluggish in the water, and responded to Victor Adam’s beckoning to return to the beach. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘Our canoe moves much better the other way around.’ How courageous they are, I thought to myself, to let their children venture out with Eastern amateurs!”

A NEW HOME FOR THE CANOES

The canoes were beautifully displayed at Kandalore in a handsome log building especially built for the purpose. As the collection grew to 600 boats the building could no longer contain them all and some of the largest had to be stored outside under shelters. In addition to the worries about financing, the danger of fire and theft was ever present, humidity and temperature controls were out of the question, and insurance was impossible. Kirk’s resources were stretched to the limit. The time had come to seek a solution.

When it became known that Kirk was seeking a new location for his collection in the 1980s, a group at Trent University began exploring the possibility of establishing a museum in Peterborough, the home of the famous Peterborough Canoe Company. After negotiations with the newly formed Canadian Canoe Museum were complete, the transfer of canoes took place over several summers in the mid-1990s, whenever trucks and volunteers to drive them were available. Kirk’s collection had found a new home in a safe and controlled environment.

The collection was first put on display to the public in May, 1996. In the words of John Jennings, historian and founding member of the museum’s board of directors, “The collection that Kirk Wipper has amassed over four decades is the foremost collection of canoes and kayaks in the world. It is a national treasure that speaks to Canada’s identity and represents much of her early history.”

To give Kirk the last word: “I always knew that one day the public would take the collection to its heart, pick up the torch and run with it.”

Kirk has been honoured with the Order of Canada and the Order of Ontario for creating this national treasure, but as he says, “It’s not what one has done, but what one might still do that is important—Never rest on your paddle.”

Gwyneth Hoyle is the co-author of Canoeing North into the Unknown and is currently working on a biography of northern surveyor Guy Blanchet.

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Sandbanks Provincial Park: Exploring Nothing

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When making the turn off the Trans-Canada Highway towards Burgeo, the picturesque village on the southwest tip of Newfoundland and the gateway to Sandbanks Provincial Park, the sign reads, “Fill your gas tank.” Heed the warning; the next pump is at the end of the road, and between you and it lays 150 kilometres of nothing; but nothing has never looked so good.

A SENSE OF ADVENTURE

You can’t help being overtaken by a sense of adventure as you make the turn down that long lonely road toward Sandbanks Provincial Park. The tunnel of trees lining the road gives way to green tundra-covered hills that roll off into the distance in a cascade of stacked ridges fading to grey; boulder-strewn river beds dip beneath the road and smooth dark-water ponds beg for the graceful arc of a fly-tipped line.

It’s a long drive to a park with only 25 camping sites that does not accept reservations. However being more than two hours off the beaten path, there are typically sites available, except during the annual Sand and Sea Festival always held the last weekend of July. This celebration of local music and culture brings revellers from far and near to partake in outdoor dances, a local food fair, games for young and not so young and of course the constant beat of East Coast music.

There has been plenty of dancing on the beaches of Sandbanks over the centuries. Archeological evidence on Sandbanks Island indicates that the Dorset Eskimo were the first inhabitants in the area. Next to visit was Sir Humphrey in 1583 and by 1628 the Portuguese were fishing the waters off the “Virgio Island.” The Anglican population arrived from England in the late 1700s and settled on the ground which is now Sandbanks Provincial Park. Later the settlement was moved to the site now known as Burgeo, to take advantage of the sheltered waters for their fishing boats.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

The first impression upon arriving at Sandbanks Provincial Park is, WOW! Seven kilometres of white sand beach left behind by glacier deposits stretches as far as you can see. A wall of sand dunes frames the beach and the whole fragile structure is bound together by a thick carpet of dune grass and beach pea swaying in the breeze. Lapping at the sand is an expanse of water so blue it begs you to a swim. It is a landscape from a land much, much farther south, perhaps North Carolina, except that your ankles go numb before your knees get wet. After all this is the Atlantic Ocean and you are swimming at the latitude of James Bay with a local climate resembling southern Siberia. You have to be a brave soul to dunk your head here, a deed reserved for the bravest among us, meaning those 14 years of age and younger. The rest of us can settle for a dip at the roped-off swimming area on the much shallower, warmer, freshwater swimming pond.

Whatever your vacationing pleasure, Sandbanks and surrounding area has much more nothing than the road sign would suggest. An afternoon drive is really nothing to a place where surf pounds, music plays and kids dance on the beach; where morning mist rolls in over rocky islands and the water sparkles blue. Where quiet walks through the streets of Burgeo end in a tasty plateful of fresh fish and chips; a place that is guaranteed to fill your photo album with warm memo- ries and spectacular images.

But remember, fill your tank. The next pump is at the end of the road and after 150 kilometres of, well you know…

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Editorial: Paddle to the Sea

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I went to school on snow days. snow days are those days when school boards deem the roads too snowy or icy for the school buses to travel. Most kids stay home, go toboganing, build snow forts and drive their moms batty. I, however, nagged my mom to take me. She barrelled the family oldsmobile through the drifts to our school where a dozen kids who walked to school and a couple teachers gathered in the basement to watch National Film Board films. Whenever the winter storms set in I knew that I had a good chance of seeing the late Bill Mason’s classic film Paddle to the Sea.

Kyle, a little boy who lived in a cabin north of Lake Superior, had a dream. he dreamed of a journey; he dreamed of paddling from his home to the ocean. this was a journey he knew he couldn’t make himself, so he carved Paddle out of a cedar log—a stoic native traveller in a birchbark canoe. the boy painted Paddle and poured lead into a groove in the bottom so the canoe would pop upright if it tipped over. In the bottom on the canoe the little boy carved the words, please put me back in the water.

The rest of the film follows the adventures of Paddle on his epic journey through the Great Lakes to the Atlantic Ocean. He braves forest fires, huge ships, curious gulls, noxious pollution, Niagara Falls and the worst threat of all—little boys like me, who couldn’t resist wanting to keep him.

I didn’t know it at the time but Paddle to the Sea topped the National Film Board library’s most-borrowed-film list. The film was used by teachers, not just on snow days but in the classrooms, all across Canada. Most school children in the late 1960s to the early ’80s were shown Paddle to the Sea at least once. I suspect many of you remember it.

Twenty-five years later, I have paddled and explored most of the path Paddle followed on his journey to the sea, with the exception of Niagara Falls of course. I have dreamed of great journeys and have followed some of those dreams. looking back I can see that I’ve made a life of putting myself back in the water.

I wonder where is Paddle now? The last we see of him, the lighthouse keeper tosses him off a bluff into the Gulf of St. Lawrence. did he catch a ride on the Labrador Current to the Gulf Stream then out into the North Atlantic drift to Norway and beyond?

I believe he did.

On a snowy day this past February, a day I deemed too dangerous to drive to the office—a snow day—I ordered a copy of Paddle to the Sea from the National Film Board’s online store. Forty years after Paddle to the Sea was released in 1966, it is still the most popular DVD in our house. It is as good today as it was in the basement of Jerseyville Public school.

This winter, share with your kids Paddle’s incredible journey. Then in the spring, take them to your local creek with a piece of cedar.

Who knows where their dreams will take them.

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Canoeroots Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Canoeroots’ print and digital editions here.

Becky Mason: Keeping a Fine Balance

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Becky Mason: Keeping a Fine Balance

When Becky Mason paddles, she’s rarely on an even keel. She kneels against the side of her canvas canoe so it heels over so far the smallest ripples threaten to slip over her gunwale.

That’s why she paddles early in the morning, when the biggest obstacle is the mist that obscures her view of the Gatineau Hills north of Ottawa. She’s no stranger to whitewater, mind you. Now 42 years old, she guided for Black Feather for seven years in the 1980s on rivers like the South Nahanni in the Northwest Territories and the Petawawa in Ontario, but she prefers calm water where she can concentrate on just one thing.

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Becky Mason: Keeping a fine balance

She isn’t so lucky for the rest of the day. As an artist, canoe instructor, filmmaker and environmental activist she’s off in many directions once she lands, and it shows when you speak with her and try to follow the path of unfailingly cheerful conversation as she jumps from one topic to the next.

Canoeist, artist and activist Becky Mason maintains a fine balance. | Feature photo: Reid McLachlan

In summer she seems happiest to talk about her flatwater solo canoe courses, which were the basis for her instructional video Classic Solo Canoeing in 2000. Having the late canoe icon Bill Mason as a father and first instructor provides her with a lot of credibility in canoe circles and she draws students from as far away as England and Italy.

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“There are a lot of ways to paddle, but I focus on the strokes that will move a tandem canoe through the water with finesse. Soloing is not about brute force,” she explains, stressing that the key to efficient paddling is held gently in the grip hand.

Artist and activist

The graceful strokes don’t stop once she climbs out of the canoe. Mason is a watercolour artist by trade and shares a studio in Chelsea, Quebec, with fellow artist Reid McLachlan, her husband and canoe partner, whenever Mason agrees to paddle with another person.

Mason says it’s the places her canoe has taken her that inspire not just her painting, but also her work as a spokesperson for the Canadian Parks and Wilderness Society. Her activism on behalf of conservation and wild spaces is another thing she inherited from her father.

She recalls asking her father why he wrote so many letters to governments, urging them to create parks or stop dams. He told her he believed that governments knew that for every person who wrote a letter, there were 100 who wanted to write but never got around to it.

“It was an eye opener for me,” says Mason. Now she takes satisfaction in thinking that whatever small ripples she makes in official circles can have a far-reaching effect. As she knows from the water that eventually soaks her pants during her morning paddles, a lot of little ripples can add up to something.

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13 Things You Didn’t Know About Mosquitos

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1 Female mosquitoes suck protein-rich blood from mammals and birds to nourish their young. Males, mean- while, nibble on flowering plants until they are needed.

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2With their wings revving at 400 beats per second, mosquitoes can cruise at a speed of five kilometres per hour.

3Mosquitoes make frequent meals for fish, bats, birds, frogs, toads, beetles, and spiders.

4Mosquitoes find prey by honing in on wafts of carbon dioxide.

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5There are 40,000 mosquitoes for every human being on earth.

6The Mosquito Ultrasonic Teenage Deterrent is a noisemaking device used in the United Kingdom to drive away loitering teenagers. The device annoys only teenagers by taking advantage of presbycusis, a form of age-related hearing loss in which high frequencies (18-20kHz) become inaudible to people over 20.

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8It’s typical for a mother mosquito to feed and breed eight times in her lifetime. Feeding mosquitoes employ an anticoagulant to thin the blood and keep it flowing. It’s this anticoagulant that causes bites to be itchy.

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10Ever a cultural mosaic, Canada is blessed with 74 different species of the pest.

11Mosquito larvae hatch in ponds of snowmelt in April and May across southern Canada, living off of decaying vegetation for up to four weeks before taking to the air as the trees bloom.

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12In 300 B.C., Aristotle referred to mosquitoes as “empis” in his Historia Animalium where he documented their life cycle and metamorphic abilities.

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Based on Paul Theroux’s best-selling novel, The Mosquito Coastis the adventure story of how a family’s quest for paradise becomes a terrifying fight for survival. The Mosquito Coast (1986) stars Harrison Ford and follows eccentric inventor Allie Fox as he sells his house in the United States and moves his family to Central America to build an ice factory in the jungle. Mosquitoes turn out to be the least of Fox’s worries.

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At first we were skeptical; insect repellant in pill form? But after eating an all-natural Mozi-Q tablet we did seem slightly less desirable to the blackfly and mosquito population in buggy May. According to Mozi-Q, active ingredient Delphinium makes all sorts of insects, including head lice and bed bugs, less inclined to bite.

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Dry Food: Why You Should Invest in a Dehydrator for Your Next Trip

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With apologies to Napoleon and his dictum that an army marches on its stomach, paddlers know that canoe trippers float on their bellies. Nutritious, delicious and non-perishable food is the fuel you need to power your canoe every day.

Before forking over for freeze-dried food in fancy packaging, consider that paddlers used to nourish themselves for months at a time on simple dried foods like cracked corn, beans and pemmican. Foods that are dried slowly are nutritionally superior to canned food, often don’t require added chemicals or preservatives, are simple to pack, easy to prepare, offer an unbeatable calorie-to-gram ratio and can keep for years.

So how do you dehydrate your own food? Well, you can experiment with drying over a forced-air heat register, or by building your own dehydrator with some plywood, screening, a light bulb, a fan and a thermometer. Or you can buy your own simple, reliable and inexpensive unit from companies such as American Harvest.

Start at the grocery store. It doesn’t matter if the food is fresh or comes in a can, in a jar or from the freezer. Read your dehydrator’s instructions, plug it in, spread the food across the drying trays and sit back and wait. Once you see how simple it is, you’ll realize your next trip’s menu is limited only by your imagination.

Vegetables

Vegetables bring variety and colour to any meal and are important for their nutritional value. You can even use bags of frozen peas, beans, corn, carrots—they all dry very nicely with no washing or chopping necessary.

Canned Beans

Canned beans are nutritious, cheap and easy to dry. The standard “baked beans in tomato sauce” are a snap to rehydrate. Mix a variety of beans with slices of rehydrated vegetables and rice for a simple, nutritious meal.

Applesauce

Use applesauce for fruit leathers. Applesauce is full of pectin, which binds the goopy mess into a tough sheet of “leather” when dried. Just spread the mixture onto plastic sheets that come with the dehydrator. The leather can be eaten as a snack, or rehydrated into a sauce for bannock or pancakes.

Beef

Make up a batch of beef jerky for your carnivorous friends. Cure lean ground beef with curing salts, add your favourite spices, roll into three-millimetre thick strips and dry for five to eight hours.

Spaghetti Sauce and Salsa

Spaghetti sauce and salsa resemble the sole of an old leather shoe when dehydrated. They rehydrate back into a remarkable resemblance of the original after just a few minutes in hot water. But don’t buy cheap spaghetti sauce!

It usually has a higher water content, and takes longer to dry. Gourmet brands with large pieces of vegetables should be blended before drying.

Max Finkelstein canoed solo across Canada between 1997 and 1999.

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Canoeroots Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Canoeroots’ print and digital editions here.

In Parting: Loaded for Bear

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Photo: Dave Quinn — In Parting: Loaded for Bear

Things were looking promising for bear stories. As the highway took us past Kitwanga and approached the coast, as the mountains closed in and the Skeena river grew wide and flat for its home stretch, no fewer than five black bears, one after another, appeared grazing along the ditch.

Dave and I thought our paddle from Prince Rupert to Victoria would yield plenty of bear tales. It’s the great Bear rainforest after all. We came equipped with bear bangers, pen flares, and enough food-hanging ropes and hardware to climb a mountain.

Then the reality set in. Stroking past Princess Royal Island, home of that poster animal of the Central Coast, the Kermode or Spirit Bear—we saw nothing. The few times we set foot on mainland with our reflexes primed for an encounter with the griz—nothing. A gargantuan track here, a fresh mound of berry seeds there, some fearsome tooth marks in an institutional- sized mazola jug found eerily far inland from the shoreline junk pile—that was it.

I did once try to hang our food, the whole hundred-odd deadweight pounds of it, while Dave heartily mocked my efforts. And though our punching bag of produce hung laughably close to the ground, pooh stood us up on the piñata party. Probably the number two question we faced coming home after 80 days out besides Didn’t you get sick of each other? was Did you see a lot of bears?

Fact is, it’s in the margins of human civilization, where wildlife is crammed into the slender geography of wildlife corridors woven between golf courses, back alleys and garbage dumps— where wild omnivores are trapped between the privations of shrinking habitat and the temptations of human refuse—that is where you’re more likely to see bears.

There are 46,000 square kilometres comprising B.C.’s Central Coast, all largely uninhabited, and the wild bears there have better things to do than entertain the few humans who arrive with mace in their pockets and bells on their packs. We learned that more than 99 times out of 100, leaving your food packed away neatly in your kayak hatch is the sensible and practical thing to do while you sleep soundly inside your nylon mesh panic room. And we learned that when you do see a bear in the wild, it’s something truly special.

We did, finally. It was late one drizzly day along a lonely Vancouver Island beach about six weeks in. she was a bumbling black hole in the fabric of the west Coast, flipping over rocks and cruising for something to eat. She never saw us. Or maybe she did. And that was all that happened.

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Adventure Kayak Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Adventure Kayak’s print and digital editions here.

Editorial: Selling Our Soul to the Company Store

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Photo: Rick Snowden — Editorial: Selling Our Soul to the Company Store

Why is the legendary Stihl brand of chainsaws and trimmers not sold in the Home Depot or Canadian Tire stores?

The large bold print on the cover of Stihl’s summer newspaper flyer hooked me. Okay, I thought, I’ll bite. Why not?

The why not is because across Canada there are more than 900 independent dealers, dealers who sell and service all Stihl products.

I own a Stihl saw and grass trimmer, and they are true to their company promise. They walked me through the entire owners manual from mixing the gas to routine maintenance, with an earnest concern for my personal safety—which no doubt was ramped up by my flip flops and Hawaiian shirt.

Chainsaws and kayaks have more in common than you might think. C&J Lemke in Eganville, Ontario, is my local Stihl dealer. It’s a small shop quite similar to my local paddling shop. Both shops offer incredible pre- and post-sale service for their products, both owners are passionate about what they are selling and, lately, both are feeling the pinch of big box stores. When I buy a chainsaw or a kayak I don’t want some pasty-skinned sales associate to greet me at the door with a shopping cart. I want to buy from someone with sawdust on his hat or sporting a lifejacket suntan. When I wander into a kayak shop I want to chew the fat with someone who shares my excitement and passion for paddling and can shoot me straight about boats and gear. You’re not likely to cut your leg off sea kayaking, but we do require safety equipment and we do need to paddle safely or we’ll get hurt. These are things that Lorna from the garden centre or Billy in sporting goods at the big box store have no idea about.

Just for fun I called three box stores from my cell phone while in their sporting goods departments. I watched as two of the store staff tried to find someone to answer my questions, before telling me that they were sold out of the kayaks—the kayaks I was standing right beside.

The third store told me that “Blue” was the most popular model of kayak.

Big box stores will never really care about paddling. Why? Because kayaks are just another SKU number, one that will be deleted as soon as the market is flooded with poorly designed, potentially unsafe boats at a sales profit margin that cannot sustain all the things kayak shops do best—like on-water demos, events and instruction.

People buy these boats because they don’t know any better. Who is there to tell them? Few are ever exposed to real kayaks or the paddling culture so they get bored and quit. Been there, done that.

In the photos found in our annual photo feature lies the soul of kayak touring—adventure, travel, and exploration and a feeling of friendship and trust among paddlers. Not one boat in these photos was run through the cash register at a box store. Not one.

You can’t buy the soul of paddling in a box, but box stores are selling it. Box stores are selling sea kayaking’s soul right out from underneath us, and tossing in a case of antifreeze, just in case hell freezes over.

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Adventure Kayak Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Adventure Kayak’s print and digital editions here.

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