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September 07, 2011

Bob's Bachelor Bush Bash

One of the big reasons we went to Ontario this summer was for my friend's wedding. The stereotypical bachelor party is just not Bob's style, so we did something that was. We went canoeing.

 

We paddled Black Donald and Centennial Lakes along the Madawaska river systems.

  The water was warm, and judging by the number of minnows in the shallows was very productive. It was also hot out, but being on the water made the heat a little more bearable. We took it easy, having a general plan but mostly winging it.  We chose our route according to our mood without much of a destination in mind.  It's kind of a nice way to do it, really.  Most of the paddling I've done in the last few years has been down rivers where there's little question about where you might end up.
  One channel we took around an island had a recent collapse along the bank. We stopped to investigate. The picture doesn't do it justice, but there was a pattern in the sandstone that looked like a giant turtle shell. We were out for two nights. After we made camp for the second night, we took it easy. We explored a bit of the area, I took a swim in the warm lake water, we cooked over the fire, and just hung out.

 
It's a pretty nice way to spend a bachelor weekend, really!

September 14, 2010

Yukon Adventure Challenge Mini: August Rush

When the 24 to 36-hour Yukon Adventure Challenge was held earlier this year, I had trouble finding a teammate. For some reason, hiking, biking, and canoeing for 36 hours doesn't appeal to most people. I just don't get it.

After the race earlier in the season, when I was grousing about my inability to find a teammate, Pauline suggested we team up. Pauline is an adventure challenge veteran, so she already knew what she was getting into - and that's the best type of teammate to have.

Then, good fortune smiled our way. The race organizer decided to host a second race this summer - a scaled-down, 12-hour version called The Yukon Adventure Challenge Mini: August Rush. We were ready.

The race started dark and early at the base of Haeckel Hill. First, to begin separating the teams, there was a run.


Then, at the first Transition Area, each of the teams grabbed their trekking bags (containing the mandatory gear), and the hiking began. For Pauline and I, that meant walking at a swift trot.



As we rose above the tree line, wading through the wet buckbrush on an old trail that I knew, we knew that we were doing well. Before long, we were walking across the alpine tundra on Mount Sumanik.










Our goal was Mount Wilson and, after that, Scout Lake.

The trekking portion of the race.
We had started off strong in the coolness of the morning, but as the sun rose we began to feel the heat.

Strong.

Feeling the heat.


Pauline does an imitation of the Kokanee sasquatch. (Not all readers may get this reference. Please leave a comment if you require or desire an explanation.)


At last we had a view of the other side. Thinking myself clever, I took us further to the left of Scout Lake than we should have gone. My intent was to avoid the mass of moraines and fire-kill at the base of Mount Wilson. Gah! How I blundered! We fumbled down the slopes searching for a trail through the thick lodgepole pines and fallen fire-killed trees. When we did find the trails, they wound back and forth, never quite taking us to our destination. Eventually, we decided that the direct route would have to do and we wandered back into the fire-killed trees and thick lodgepole pine. Finally, we reached Scout Lake.


There was a checkpoint at Scout Lake that we were told was in the lake. I thought that meant it was on a muddy, white-clay peninsula that jutted out into the lake. After sinking to my knees in an unsuccessful attempt to find it on the peninsula, we continued around the lake only to discover that it really was in the lake.



I stripped down to nothing but my underwear and my ultra-cool hat (I found an old funnel on the trails - and wanting to do my part to keep our trails clean, I picked it up and used most of my duct tape to fashion it into a very stylish hat) and swam out to the checkpoint. Of course, there was a photographer from a local paper there to capture the whole thing. Yes, my cool hat made the paper.


After the long hike (and refreshing swim), we welcomed the transition to our bikes. We flew down the old roads, hoping to catch up to the three teams that were now ahead of us.

What the..? Where did this dog come from?
Well, there he goes!

Biking in the Ibex Valley.

The biking portion of the race.
Then, of course, we had our accident. There always has to be an accident, doesn't there? Fortunately, we were able to make our repair and keep moving.


Another checkpoint, another opportunity to get soaking wet.

For the most part, the riding was fast and I had few opportunities to take pictures. Another team had caught up to us after our repair and, though we tried, we couldn't quite keep up. They beat us to the next Transition Area - the portage.

Carrying the canoe down to the Takhini River.

The canoeing section of the race.

Although paddling should have been our strongest area, it took us a little while to get in the groove. Around the first bend, though, we overtook the team that had overtaken us.



The clock was ticking. The race had a cut-off time and we already knew that most of the teams weren't going to make it. Would we?

After the long hike and subsequent bike, we could feel our muscles stiffening as we sat in the canoe. After we dropped off our canoe, there was a final 3km dash to the finish line. We tried to jog it, but my knee had started to hurt. I did a hobble-trot for the finish while Pauline jogged beside me. The cut off time was looming...

"We're almost done! We're almost done!"


..but we made it, the fourth of four teams to finish the race within the time limit.

Pauline celebrated by hugging her daughter. Pauline was a fantastic teammate and I would race with her again in a heartbeat.



I celebrated by soaking my muscles in the hotsprings.



And then by tasting my shiny new medal.



I loved the 12-hour format and hope the organizer continues to host them. I think they're the perfect opportunity for people who would like to try adventure racing but aren't ready to commit to a 24 to 36-hour race.

Conclusion? The YAC Mini rules!

The entire route.

May 25, 2010

A Weekend on the Land Yacht

There isn't much water in the lakes. It's normal for the levels to be low in the lull between break-up and when the snow starts melting out of the mountains, but not this low. Even long-time Yukoners are amazed at how little water this is. Notwithstanding, this weekend we prepped the boat and decided to drive off in search of a useable boat launch.

Our search took us down the South Klondike Highway toward Carcross. We pulled up to the Carcross Desert just in time for lunch.



The Carcross Desert

It was beautifully sunny and warm out. I relaxed on the warm sand while Halia got as dirty as she possibly could. Jade wanted to explore which warmed the cockles of my heart.




While we wandered off to do some exploring, Fawn took a few moments to celebrate some "alone time".

As we walked through the desert, Jade, Halia, and I reveled in the feeling of sand on our bare feet and admired the variety of little desert wildflowers. By the time we returned, Fawn had spread out a blanket of a nice picnic lunch.

After lunch we drove into Carcross. The boat launched in Carcross looked fine and, although the river level between Bennett Lake and Tagish Lake was low, it was navigable. In the end, though, we decided not to launch there. Although our outboard was purchased new last year, it was defective. The dealer replaced the powerhead but we didn't want to test the rebuilt outboard on a river with a bridge directly downstream. When you've got sails for backup it's easier to get out of trouble on a lake than a river.

We all piled back into the van and drove out to the six-mile river between Tagish Lake and Marsh Lake.

The Tagish Lake boat launch was swarming with boat trailers and boaters trying to launch their boats. It was the only useable boat launch around - at least for those with smaller boats. A sandbar just off the end of the launch made me think twice about launching our longer boat. We spent some time hanging around the Tagish campground and decided to continue around the Southern Lakes scenic route.

We explored the Marsh Lake marina (which I already knew wasn't useable because of the low water) just because it's a pretty spot and we knew the kids would enjoy throwing rocks into the water for Nanuq. From there, it was back into the van to investigate another boat launch further down Marsh Lake. Again, I knew the water was still too low to launch, but it's nice to see the launches and understand their advantages and disadvantages.

At the Marsh Lake launch there were a bunch of drunken boaters preparing to take their boats out of the water. They were stumbling around on the rocks and speaking too loudly and I felt a sense of satisfaction when one of them fell into the cold water and the rest got soaked by a sudden rain shower. They weren't having much fun anymore.

We left the boat launch for the short drive to the Marsh Lake campground. The place was packed! We towed the boat through the campground, eliciting more than a few stares. With no small amount of luck, we managed to snag campsite number one, right along the beach. The boat backed in easily.

By this point, we knew we weren't going to get the boat into the water for the weekend - but it wasn't a total bust. When we first looked into getting a MacGregor, it was because we couldn't go canoeing or hiking like we used to. With one toddler and another child on a special diet that makes being away from refrigeration next to impossible, I was lamenting our inability to get out and explore. Fawn suggested purchasing a camper trailer. I balked at the idea, not liking the idea of spending all of our time camping in campgrounds or tied to road systems. The sailboat was a better-than-compromise that would allow us to explore some hard-to-reach places, but still allow us to have all of the amenities of a camper trailer. And, I pointed out at the time, "If we can't get out sailing, we can always use the sailboat as a camper trailer!"

And that's exactly what we did.



Our camper trailer! Much more bear-resistant than your average camping trailer.


Some people spend half-a-million dollars on their "land yachts". But ours actually floats.



Hot water and a sink for doing the dishes. Does it get any more luxurious?

After settling in, we went off to explore Army Beach. To add to the adventure, we had a little creek to cross.

Jade wandered off to visit some kids who were building a city of sand castles...


... while I wandered off to look at the scenery through my beloved ship's binoculars. Halia took to drawing in the sand...

 
...and Jade joined in, demonstrating her artistic abilities (that's a five-legged octopus).



Nanuq, meanwhile, chased his ball through the mud alongside the creek.



Before long, it was time for bed. Jade was a little angel and crawled right into her berth. Halia, on the other hand, was overtired and refused to stay still for a single moment long enough to lie down. Tackling the squirming, screaming child in shifts, we eventually got her to fall asleep in the unfamiliar setting. I suspect that, had we been rocking on the water, it would have taken mere minutes to get her to sleep.

Morning rolled around, wet and overcast. We rolled out of our beds, had breakfast, and got dressed to explore the soggy wonderland. The first sight that greeted my eyes as I stuck my head out of the companionway was four glowing white swans swimming just off the beach. They were honking happily at the sun as it burned its way through the clouds.







Not surprisingly, the kids loved playing on the beach, picking up shells and throwing rocks and a tennis ball for the dog. Jade was fascinated by all of the swans and variety of other waterfowl - and the swishing sound that her rain suit made when she walked.




"Swish! Swish!"



Getting ready for another throw.








Counting shells.


We spent most of the morning out on the beach. Although the day started off cool and wet, it wasn't long before the clouds moved on and the sun beat down strong, drying everything off. It felt great.



Feelin' great.



"Throwing rocks for the dog to chase" is the kind of game that provides endless hours of entertainment for everyone.


The rocky area of the beach provided a new source of entertainment for the kids. Bugs! All sorts of great little bugs were hiding on and under the rocks! There'll be more on that in another entry.

After the morning's adventures, we returned to the boat for a delicious lunch in the sun and then stowed everything away for our next adventure of the day.



On to our next adventure.


We drove a few kilometers down the road to the blue bridge that crosses the Yukon River. Our loop was almost complete. Our mission at the blue bridge was three-fold: Explore the locks that will, one day, let us boat into the southern lakes from Schwatka Lake right in Whitehorse, give Halia the chance to have her afternoon nap, and explore for a geocache that I knew was somewhere in the area.

With a little bit of luck and intuition (because I hadn't brought my GPS with me), Jade and I found the cache! Here is Jade, proudly displaying the kooshie ring that we traded for from the "treasure box".


The "cache prize".


Meanwhile, Halia, who had quickly taken to her new accommodations, was sound asleep.


In the end, it was a great weekend of not-sailing, checking out and dreaming of all the places we'll go this summer when the lakes are ready for us.

It shouldn't be long now.