Same breakfast. Seriously, it was really good. We packed up and said goodbye to our hosts. Rose Valley Lodge had been a real "Don't judge a book by it's cover" situation but a better cover couldn't hurt.
We headed for Quetico provincial park for what we thought would be our longest and most adventurous backcountry camping trip.
We arrived at the park, got our permits and proceeded to the launch point on French lake. As soon as we got out of the car we were set upon by clouds of mosquitos. There hadn't been any during our stay in Kilarney so we had kind of forgotten about them but there was no forgetting about them in Quetico. We smeared ourselves with deet, packed up the canoe and got paddling. The route started with a river that lead into a large lake where we hoped to find a private site and settle in. As soon as we came out of the river and onto the lake we were into a serious head wind so we pussied out and pulled over at a site right at the river mouth and stayed.
The wind kept the bugs away.
We are never without the wine and cheese.
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