Well, it's another day in paradise. The sun is shining and we have a new trail to explore. Today is Beaver Pond Trail day. This trail is slightly longer than yesterdays and a little more challenging. Susan opted out but the girls (Calusa & Charlie) were raring to go.
Beaver Pond Trail is located at kilometer marker 42.2 on Hwy 60. It's 45.2 km from the west gate and 10.8 km from the east gate. This 2 km loop trail winds through rugged terrain and introduces us to the role of the beaver in Algonquin Park. I grabbed a trail guide ($ .50) and handed it off to Kathy since she is our official trail narrator.
We left the parking lot, which only had one other car, crossed a bridge, then stayed to the left to continue along the trail. You can tell we had some rain, the creeks which are normally dry this time of year are full.
It didn't take long before we saw our first evidence of beaver. In the distance was an old abandoned beavers den. The trail lead to a boardwalk which crossed a meadow. This meadow would not have been possible if not for the beaver. Originally, the whole area was forest. Long ago the beaver created a dam causing the area to flood and in turn the trees died and eventually fell. A good example of how the beaver can manipulate our environment.
In the distance we could see the lookout where our hike is taking us. At this point I wish I had some mosquito repellent. It was so still I could hear the mosquitoes buzzing around my head.
The trail gets a little more difficult but the reward is worth it. Crossing the tiny bridge the trail opens up to a very impressive beavers dam. Impressive because Amikeus Lake would not exist without this dam. The dam is steep on the downstream side and slopes gently into the pond. This is due to the beaver adding material to the dam on the upstream side which in turn causes a stronger dam.
There are several ranger-led programs that are being offered during our stay here. One is on the different varieties of fungus and mushrooms found in Algonquin Park. We will definitely go to that one.
Another look at Amikeus Lake before we started making the climb to the lookout.
This is where the trail gets a little more demanding. Lots of exposed roots and rocks to climb over but the view is so worth it.
From the cliff top we could see the beaver-created environment including the pond and meadow, which is located below the dam. Unfortunately we did not see any beaver. All-in-all it was another great day of hiking.
Yesterday was a great day of catching up with friends and planning some fun things to see and do. Our first adventure was Spruce Bog Boardwalk located at KM 42.5 from the West Gate or 13.5 from the East Gate along Hwy 60. This 1.5 km barrier-free loop is considered an easy hike. The trail traverses two separate bogs introducing us to the history and ecology of bogs in Algonquin Park.
Due to the ease of the trail everyone including Susan, Kathy, Bob, the 3 dogs, and myself were in. We have 8 more days of hiking/exploring so starting slow and easy is a good thing. The weather was perfect, sunny with a touch of coolness in the air. No mosquitoes or black flies. It's a good day.
At each trailhead a sign and illustrated paper guides are available to introduce the hiker(s) to that specific trail. Now that's amazing.
At each numbered post along the trail Kathy acted as our commentator, reading the information from the trail guide.
What is a bog you ask! All Algonquin bogs started as either open water left behind when the glaciers melted 11,000 years ago or when beaver ponds formed since then. What was originally open water, along the edge, mats of floating sedges, mosses, and shrubs formed. Plants grew and died then sank into the mat. Semi-decayed plants fell to the bottom of the lake accumulating as layers of peat. Over time peat layers built up grounding the mat. Thus, forming a bog. Bog water is highly acidic, contains almost no oxygen, and has very few dissolved salts and minerals. Sunday Creek Bog owes its beginnings to beavers.
On the edge of the bog is a forest of spindly Black Spruce trees. Because they are in an acidic and nutrient-starved area, Black Spruce grow very slow. They produce small, slender branches that slope downward which bend under the weight of snow. Many on the smaller trees are over 30 years old.
As we continued along we came to Kettle Bog. This bog formed when a huge block of ice was stranded when the glacier continued to retreat 11,000 years ago. Today, there's no open water and Black Spruce occupy the outer edges. The bog mat consists of a thin layer with weak areas. Walking on it is strongly frowned upon. If you fell through your body would be preserved for thousands of years in the acidic, oxygen-poor peat nine meters below. Something to consider. Looks harmless but then so does a coral snake.
A remarkable plant that once grew in the bogs of Algonquin Park is the Pitcher-plant. A serious problem facing any plant in the bog is a lack of nitrogen. The solution for the Pitcher-plant is to trap insects, digest them, and use their proteins to make Pitcher-plant protein. Our guide book said we would not see a Pitcher-plant because previous inconsiderate trail users have picked them. Bob found one. It was along the trail but I refuse to say where we found it. "People please don't pick the plants".
As we continued our hike the two pups were doing fantastic. Walking beside me, noses to the ground, wanting to chase chipmunks, and shying away from any water source. We all know they are not water dogs.
As we crossed the last bridge we could see Sunday Creek Bog in it's entirety. The slow moving creek, the two mats, the Black Spruce on the far side, and the lake created by beaver setting the stage for the development of the bog.
Waking up early to the sound of a loon is always a wonderful experience. Then continuing to hear it as you're downing your morning coffee is even better. That's the beauty of Algonquin Park, you never know what you're going to hear or see. Before everyone was up I went to investigate and was quite pleasantly surprised.
I walked back to the rig, woke everyone up, had breakfast then decided to hit the Old Railway Bike Trail. The trail is considered an easy family bike trail because of it's level hard packed surface. For 16 kms the trail follows the old historic abandoned bed of the Ottawa, Arnprior, and Parry Sound Railway. A park this size I would be lost without my bike.
I decided after 10k to call it a day. Not because I was bored or tired but, because our friends are arriving today and I wanted to be back when they arrived. Besides I have a nice 10K ride back.
A nice treat was watching this little guy fill his cheeks then scurry away.
Algonquin Quick Facts:
- the park is 7,653 square kilometres or 2,955 square miles
- there are over 2,400 lakes and 1,200 kilometres of rivers and streams
- 3 biking trails ranging from easy to very difficult totalling over 50 kms
- over 260 species of birds have been recorded in Algonquin PP
- for the canoeing enthusiast 1,200 km awaits you
- there are 15 interpretive walking trails along the Hwy 60 corridor
- 54 different species of fish have been recorded in the park
- Algonquin is home to 40 types of mammals and 30 kinds of reptiles and amphibians
Waking up at 4 in the morning was not really in the plans but I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. I made coffee downed 2 cups then decided that everyone else needed to share in my excitement. All the dogs are awake, it's hard to sneak around without them knowing. Susan is up, barely. The truck is hooked up and away we go.
Toronto traffic was Toronto traffic, need I say any more. Typical dead stop to a crawl where the 401 meets the 400. We stopped near Barrie for diesel, a doggy break, and to stretch our legs.
We finally saw the sign, we are here.
No sooner had we entered the park, a red fox darts in front of Precious. I guess it had a death wish, missed it but just barely. We arrived at Mew Lake Campground which is where we will call home for the next 11 days. Most provincial parks have electrical sites and one central location to fill your fresh water tank. The unusual thing about Algonquin, which I didn't know was the only location to fill fresh water was 5-7 kms down the road. Since we were already at our destination and there was a lot of construction we opted not to drive any further to fill the tank. Using a bucket to haul fresh water has become second nature to us.
Our campsite was large the only problem was the location of the electrical outlet, 30 meters away. Thank goodness for a 30 amp extension cord.
We settled in then I went for a walk with the dogs while Susan had a snooze (navigating is a tough job). I checked out the bathrooms & laundry facilities because you never know. Note the laundry tub with both hot and cold water. I can get hot water there to do dishes. Bonus 😊
The beach looks great but no dogs allowed. I continued around the lake to find a place the dogs could swim or whatever they were going to do. Remember they are dachshund/chihuahua cross, not a mix known for their swimming ability.
A lone duck obviously use to people and dogs.
Where is Spirit (our friends black lab) when I need her most. No pictures I was rescuing two black pups who are totally non-swimmers. I think we need life jackets.
A great campsite right on the lake. However, I found fresh bear scat about 100 yards from this site. A sign at the entrance indicated bears are in the area. Do you think! They weren't wrong.
Another camping option in Algonquin is a yurt which comes from the turkic language meaning portable round tent. It comes equipped with 2 beds, electric heat, a grill outside, picnic table, and fire ring. Sounds cozy.
After an hour hike with the dogs they are tired, I'm tired, and I'm hungry. More exploring tomorrow.
As we sat around the campfire last year with our good friends Kathy & Bob (and an adult beverage) the discussion always leads to where are we camping together next summer. Yes, we always plan a year in advance. Why, as the activity director (LOL) I have to book the campsites and I also have to plan all the fun things we are going to do. Don't get me wrong, I love doing it. The only stipulations in choosing a place are, it has to be a provincial or national park, we have to have electricity, and it has to have hot showers. We don't want to be roughing it to much.
So, last year we decided on 10 days in Algonquin Provincial Park. With all my travels throughout Ontario, can you believe I have never been to Algonquin. I'm so stoked. For us it's about a 5 1/2 hour drive through Toronto and all the traffic that comes with it. So I was thinking, if our site was open a day early why not go Sunday and beat the morning rush hour traffic which seems to last until the evening rush hour traffic. Low and behold it's available, I booked it then told Susan we are going a day early. Surprise!!!!
The RV is all packed, everything is in order, I reminded my boss I was leaving Sunday for 11 days, and Precious is ready to hit the road again. Algonquin here we come.
Yes it's the same blog with a different look. I got tired of the old so I made some changes. I'm also changing things up as far as the narrative goes, less talking and more pictures. Stay tuned.
