Pointe Au Baril
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The next day we made an early start, and chugged up the freeway to a hamlet perched on the edge of Georgian bay, called Pointe au Baril. We had slotted a few extra days onto the weekend, to make a super-long-weekend and rented a cottage to boot.
After a long trawl through the outskirts of Toronto, where the traffic is always busy no matter when you travel, we eventually emerged on the small road that wind its way north to cottage country.
We got to the cottage, unloaded the ton of stuff we had brought, and collapsed on the bed. It was such a warm afternoon I was determined to get out as it might be the only decent weather all weekend. I wrestled R off the bed and into a canoe (unfortunately the two were a good 50 metres apart, I toyed with the Idea of bringing the canoe into the bedroom to make the transition easier, but then decided it wouldn't fit next to the Rowing boat I put there earlier).
It was R's first outing in an open canoe, so I took the helm and we paddled off shakily at first but then settled into a good rhythm that brought us into the main channel. Motor boats are great fun, but not so much when you're on the receiving end of their wake. We paddled hurriedly in the channel, avoiding oncoming boats and pointing the bow into the waves to stop us being turfed into the soup.
Back at Base we negotiated for a motor boat and fired up the BBQ.
On day two we headed into the local town (Parry Sound) to get provisions. I had no nautical map or compass for our next adventure so I picked those up, along with marsh mallows which are essential on any woodsy type holiday.
On the day of the motor-boating, I might have fallen asleep in the shower just slightly.
Showerless but still smiling R joined me at the motor boat and we headed off. We made it out to the light house, and saw the Barrel used as a marker by the French that gave Pointe Au Baril its name.
Somehow, without the aid of the nautical map or compass we managed to get to the Ojibway, but it was shut. Luckily the outside of it is pretty cool, so we stopped for lunch amidst a confusion of chipmunks and then headed on to find the Shawanaga river. Fantastic navigation by R got us there, and then home to the cottage for Tea and medals (and a shower).