Heading out.

Is it winter yet?

 Temperatures will be creeping back above 0 today in Ontario, even warmer tomorrow. While it’s put a damper on local snowshoeing we’re busy making sure all our winter gear ready. Lots of new content coming at you guys in the next few weeks as well as a couple of giveaways.

Off topic winter wondering 

Okay slightly off topic today. Last night had a great chat with a variety of folks on the weekly #wegetoutside chat ,on Twitter, about winter camping. While I normally have paddling on the brain this really switched gears for me.  So I have a few questions for everyone.  1)Anyone here a winter camper? 2)Anyone interested in starting to winter camp? And if so what has held you back so far?     Interested to see what kind of mix we have here. The last few years our winters have been spent in the crown… Read More

Grand River calling

So it’s settled . Early Saturday we’ll be headed out again. This time though we’ll be staying in our own backyard.  We’ll be headed down the Grand River. No overnights this week. Though if temps stay like this how can we not? Just a nice day paddle leaving from Cambridge and heading as far as we can in a day. We’ll be sure to stay in contact and share photos through out our trip.  While the scenery may not be as nice as our more northernly trips. The Grand is very special to us and… Read More

Heading out 

  I awoke around seven am. I remember commenting to Pete on how warm my sleep had been. He said said the same and we both agreed the temps must of risen over night. Boy were we wrong.  Breakfast was made and after a quick survey of our surroundings a substantial amount of ice was discovered. The temps must of dropped more than we thought because a large section of the lake had 3/4 inch of ice on it. Our put in on the island was clear. But we instantly had concerns… Read More

Morning Three

Day three. Really morning three had the biggest impact on our trip. Remember I mentioned snowflakes on the tent? Pete was outta the tent about twenty minutes before I was and I could hear it. “CRUNCH, CRUNCH”. No way I thought it’s only been a few hours how much snow could of really accumulated. The answer , put simply, was a ton. Around 10cm had fallen overnight. And contrary to the forecast was still falling.  So what did we do? We made a big old fire and had a great breakfast. Luckily we had moved… Read More

Home again

Well we’re home and it was an interesting trip to say the least. Lots of photos and stories to share once we get them all uploaded. Including the story of my daughter scolding a couple for not wearing their PFD’s. Maybe even a few videos if I can figure out this editing software (without throwing my computer through the window). Gears drying all over and outside the house, because we’re headed out the Queen Elizabeth II Wildlands in two days. Andy will be back for another trip. A short one, but as… Read More


   Inspiration.  What inspires you to do the things you do? What gives you the push to get out the door and into your canoe? Was it something you read? A picture you saw? A memory? A place?  A dream? What ever it is time after time you get in your canoe. Regardless if it’s a day trip or a two week expedition. You continue to paddle on.  The feeling of the breeze on your face and the water beneath you. The sound of rushing water or a lonesome loon call. The… Read More

Final day.

  Sorry folks been super busy here on the homestead. Here’s the final entry of our family trip. The last day of our trip only one photo was taken. This happened for a few reasons. One, it rained pretty much the whole time. Two the wind was so strong I didn’t have time to pick up the camera.  Due to smaller lakes being booked it was our longest traveling day. Though we only saw one other person that day. By the time we had paddled and portaged our way from Wenonah to Rain… Read More

Day two in our way to Misty.

Day two we awoke to the sound of rain on the tent fly. We waited for a break in the weather had a little breakfast and packed up camp. From bandit we’d be heading through a series of portages to Misty Lake. The next few hours were wet. Really wet as the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down on us. Portages were muddy, kids were getting stuck and poor whisky was now a new shade of red as he was soaked through. I was afraid that morale would be… Read More