Algonquin 2018 – Part 3
On Big Porcupine Lake we found tin cans — for better or worse.
Cans are prohibited at Algonquin Provincial Park. As are bottles. Campers have a habit of not packing them out.
That includes a cluster of very old cans we found at one of the first campsites we scouted. We elected not to stay there because of its proximity to a portage trail head. That turned out better for us and a large group of Canadian Cadets (a sort-of ROTC). The site was better suited for a large camping party. There were only three in our group and two canoes.
We hooked up with them the next day while we were exploring and they were making the portage to Bonnechere Lake.
Among the cans was a peanut butter jar with a picture of an elephant wearing a silly cap molded into the glass. Ken collects bottles, so he scavenged it.
Ken would later make use of two tin cans we found at our campsite, which was on an island across from the first site we scouted.
A canoe trip isn’t a canoe trip unless you forget something. I forgot to bring a reliable vehicle; Ken forgot the “feet” for his camp chair. The feet were something I came up with to keep the legs of the chair from sinking into the mud or sand.
He improvised by putting the cans on the front legs of his chair.
Necessity proved to be the mother of invention. The afternoon of our second day on Porcupine Lake it started to rain and didn’t stop till the next morning.
To be continued.