Canoeing In Canada - Day 2. The Stealth Moose.

Due to the weather now being like that found in Alaska, we changed our planned route which meant another long day canoeing (always head on into the wind) and no guaranteed campsite at the end of it. Due to the rain the portages were now very wet underfoot but it looked like we were homing in on the moose as they had left hoof prints everywhere.



The canoeing was great fun and the scenery was wowtastic and although no moose was yet spotted, the Loons (black seagull look alike feathered things with red eyes which make the best bird call ever) made up for it.











The weather wasn't the only thing against us. The beavers had been hard at work making little obstacles for us. We even managed to canoe up one of them (left) without anyone falling in, even though I had the camera ready.




The word Moose comes from a native Algonquin Indian word meaning "twig eater". We were canoeing in an area called Algonquin so you would think that there might be at least some sort of sighting (apart from hoof prints and droppings) but nothing, diddly squat, they really were the best at playing hide and seek.

By mid afternoon the weather had improved but our priority now was to find a campsite that we shouldn't really be at and claim it for ourselves. This took quite alot of paddling and by the end we were all knackered.

The campsite was great and now we had clear blue skies. The fire was on and ready for our steaks and out came the entertainment with the guitar.