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The Way Of The Canoe….Sigurd Olsen Said It All

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“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness and of a freedom almost forgotten. It is an antidote to insecurity, the open door to waterways of ages past and a way of life with profound and abiding satisfactions. When a man is part of his canoe, he is part of all that canoes have ever known.”  from  The Singing Wilderness by Sigurd Olson

I’ve included quotes from Sigurd Olsen before….I don’t think I included this one though. To me it speaks exactly of why the canoe is so important….and so much a part of a tradition….and of so many of us….as said in the quote “when a man is part of his canoe, he is part of all that canoes have ever known” (of course I’m still trying to get my canoe and I to become more as one….OK OK it’s me who needs to do the work on his paddling LOL LOL.) Paddles up until later.



New Art Work….Liberty Village Art Crawl

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Latest painting:

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Later revised….just some small details to add to moose, beaver and vegetation:

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Finished painting….finally….with some details:

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After a lot of thought I finally attended my first art show in a long time this past weekend….as an artist. Always hard to put such an intimate part of yourself as your art work out there….but guess it’s about time I stopped just putting my work up on Facebook lol lol…..OK not just on Facebook – I have this blog too lol lol.

I shared a booth with a very good friend and an incredible artist, Joseph Sagaj….at the Liberty Village Art Crawl Sept. 13 – 14. Another good friend and an incredible artist in her own right, an amazing jewellery maker, Barb Nahwegahbow also was at the Liberty Village Art Crawl too. If you ever get a chance, check out Barb’s great jewellery.

This coming weekend we are at Curve Lake Pow Wow….then on Sept. 28th we’re at the Biindigen 3rd Annual Aboriginal Arts Festival in Sutton at Georgina Gallery.

Friday at Liberty Village Art Crawl was cold….very cold….but today will be better. But Friday was a good day even without a lot of folks dropping by largely due to the weather. Very cool day though….even if COLD too lol lol….Joseph and I got interviewed by Bob Phillips of AVR (Aboriginal Voices Radio)….Bob does AVR’s Art Review.

Here are some photos from today of our booth on Friday:

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Here is some new work just completed….on 5″ X 7″ canvas board:

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Sunny and warmer at Liberty Village Art Crawl on Day 2….better location too as surrounded by so many condos, in a nice neighbourhood park….and good response to our art work….maybe not so many sales….but several good contacts. There with Joseph Sagaj and Robert Solomon. Barb Nahwegahbow was there too with her great jewellery. Oh yeah, Rob won $500 for best wall painting in Garrison Point Art Corner competition. Celebrated with a great dinner at my new favourite restaurant, Maizal Quesadilla Café….Miigwech Rob.

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Some new work:

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Chestnut Canoes….Bill Mason And His Chestnuts….Some Of My Favourite Chestnut Canoes….Even Some Drawings

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The all-wood canoes had aesthetic appeal, they were light and much more durable than their bark predecessors, and they were used by latter-day explorers such as the Tyrrell brothers, but for use in wilderness locations, for lugging rock samples, hunting equipment or survey instruments, there was a much more practical and durable design – the wooden canoe with a canvas skin. The Peterborough boat builders knew this technology and were using it to some degree, but some would say that, relatively speaking, they were well behind their counterparts in the northeastern United States. Builders at the E.M. White and Old Town canoe companies had been refining canvas-canoe manufacturing techniques since the 1850s, experimenting with canvas sandwiched between wwoden layers in the hulls of canoes, and with painted cotton duck as a skin on the outside of cedar ribs and planking that made the boat waterproof and protected the vulnerable wooden ribs and planking from abrasion and impact damage. – James Raffan, Fire In The Bones

The Canadian connection to these, arguably superior, New England canoes was through the owners of the hardware store in Fredricton, New Brunswick. Stiff tariffs had made it advantgeous for merchants in Canada to buy Canadianwhich had protected the Peterborough canoe-building industry and its all-wooden boats, but the Fredricton “Daily Gleaner” reported in 1897 that Mr. W.T. Chestnut had imported a canvas canoe from a “leading and renowned boat building house in the United States, it being especially for use at Pine Bluff Camp.” The article maintained that this fine canoe would be exhibited at R. Chestnut and Sons’ hardware store for a few days. Shortly thereafter, the J.C. Risteen sash and door company in Fredricton (owned by a group including W.T. Chestnut and his brother Harry) started making a canoe identical to the imported American model and, in 1905, the venerable R. Chestnut and Sons canoe company was incorporated.

A curious aspect of this importation of an American canoe was that W.T. Chestnut secured a Canadian patent for the canvas-covered canoe design, despite the fact that the technology had been in use elsewhere in the country in one form or another for decades. Armed with this new patent, Chestnut launched a lawsuit against the Peterborough Canoe Company, alleging violation of its canvas-covered canoe patent. According to canoe historian Roger MacGregor, “Peterborough’s reply….was lengthy, detailed, and devastating. Chestnut did not even file a counter-reply.” And, MacGregor notes, as if to add insult to injury, another company, the Canadian Canoe Company of Peterborough, seeking entry to the canvas canoe market in 1907, simply acquired a Chestnut canoe in Fredricton and copied it exactly as Chestnut had done earlier with the American canoe. – James Raffan, Fire In The Bones

Although in later life Bill vehemently defended the virtues of his beloved Chestnut – his personal fleet included three, a 16′ Pal, a 16′ Prospector and a 17′ Cruiser – he could have been paddling any number of canvas-covered canoes built in the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s. In fact, there were on the market, for all intents and purposes, dozens of nearly identical models, made by various manufacturers in the United States and Canada, many of which had the model name “Prospector.” But, even as a class or type of canvas-covered canoe, the Prospector that became his favourite was entirely consistent with Bill and his view of the world. It was mostly made of natural materials – steamed white cedar ribs and planking; brass tacks and screws; cotton-canvas skin; and white ash or oak seats, thwarts and gunwales. It was solid; it was durable; it could be repaired in the field; and it moved quietly and responsively in all types of water. – James Raffan, Fire In The Bones

Nothing feels like a cedar-strip canvas canoe – Omer Stringer, a confirmed traditionalist

Beautiful things made by hand carry within them the seeds of their survival. They generate a spark of affection. For some it’s sentimental, for some it’s the art of the craftsmanship, for some the beauty of the finished boat. People love these things and try hard to ensure they endure.

The survival of the wood-canvas canoe (to paraphrase John McPhee) is certainly a matter of the heart; a romantic affair. The economics are unfavorable. In fact, the wood-canvas canoe’s most conspicuous asset and advantage is that it’s a beautiful piece of art. It’s the Shaker rocking chair of outdoor sport – handcrafted, simple, clean, and functional. There’s nothing in it that doesn’t have to be there, but all of the pieces add up to more than the parts. It works well and looks wonderful doing it.- From Honeymoon With A Prospector by Lawrence Meyer

From Dragonfly Canoe: Wooden Canoe Identification – Chestnut Canoe Company:

Capsule History: The Chestnut family started marketing canvas canoes in the late 1890′s in Fredericton, New Brunswick. The early Chestnut canoes were modelled after a canoe built by B.N. Morris, and indeed, the early Chestnuts show the influence the Morris canoes. Chestnut incorporated in 1907 as the Chestnut Canoe Company, Limited. The Chestnut factory burned down in December of 1921, and was quickly rebuilt. Chestnut Canoe Company and Peterborough Canoe Company merged under the holding company Canadian Watercraft Limited. Canadian Canoe Company joined them in 1927. All three companies continued to maintain there own identity. Chestnut shipped its last canoes in early 1979, then closed. Most of the Chestnut molds survive, and are being used in several wooden canoe shops in Canada. For more details about the history of the Chestnut Canoe Company, see Roger MacGregor’s book When the Chestnut was in Flower.

Serial Number Format - Highly variable. Most Chestnut canoes are not marked with serial numbers. Those that are may have five-digit numbers or a number starting with the letter “C”. Without accompanying paperwork that provides information about shipping, it is not possible to date Chestnut canoes using the serial number. Unlike Peterborough Canoe Company and Canadian Canoe Company, Chestnut never marked a model number on their canoes.

Kissing Cousins: Following the mergers in the 1920′s with the Chestnut Canoe Company, Peterborough Canoe Company and Canadian Canoe Company, all three firms marketed nearly identical lines of canvas canoes. It is often said that Chestnut was responsible for the canvas canoe production for all three companies. While canoes built in one factory were often given a decal for one of the others, for the most part, evidence indicates that each company was responsible for the production of most of its own canoes. Models that are otherwise the same in the catalogs show subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) differences in hull shape, rib patterns, sheer lines, tumblehome, and the shaping of trim parts.

Chestnut Canoe Models

A brief description of the more common model classes offered by Chestnut:

  • Pleasure Models: These are the general purpose recreational canoes offered by Chestnut. These are excellent paddling canoes, and are the most commonly found models of Chestnut canoes. The 16′ Pal is perhaps the most famous of the lot, but the 15′ Twozer/Gooseberry/Chum is my personal favorite canoe yet.
  • Lightweight Pleasure Canoes: Built lighter than standard models. Includes the 11′ Featherweight and 15′ 50-pound Special (popular known as Bobs Special).
  • Prospector Models: These are deeper and beamier than pleasure models of equivelant length. Meant to carry lots of gear for extended trips, there is a lot of canoe packed into a Prospector. Bill Mason’s hype about the Prospector aside, it is a fantastic canoe, and is perhaps the model most widely copied by modern day composite canoe builders. Prospector models were available in double-ended or transom-sterned models.
  • Trappers Canoes: This is a loose grouping of smaller canoes that changed over the years. This class also includes lower grade pleasure canoes and the Bantam, which is a 2nd grade version of Bobs Special
  • Cruisers Canoes: Designed to go fast, these models are narrower, more rounded across the bottom and have finer lines than other models. The Guides Special models are cruisers than have close-ribbing.
  • Freight Canoes: If the Propsector can be considered the pick-up truck of the North, the Freighters are the semi-trucks. Bigger abd beamier, they have great carrying capacity. Available in double-ended and transom-sterned configurations.
  • Ogilvy Specials: Named after famous guides of New Brunswick, these models are designed for shallow, fast water canoeing, like that found on the famous salmon rivers of New Brunswick.

I love wood canvas canoes….especially those built by the Chestnut Canoe Company….my favourite canoe is based on the 16 ft. Cruiser, the Kruger….other models built my good buddy, Bruce Smith are similar to other Chestnut designs, the Chum and the Prospector. Several builders continue to build canoes either directly from the original Chestnut forms (such as Hugh Stewart of Headwater Canoes) or taken from Chestnut designs.

Of course, there are examples of Chestnut canoes in the Canadian Canoe Museum. One of which is Bill Mason’s favourite red canoe (I’ve written about Bill Mason’s love of Chestnuts here before….Reflections On the Outdoors Naturally: Bill Mason….And Canoes….Especially Chesnut Prospectors).

From the Mason family website, Red Canoes: Red Canoe Donated to the Canadian Canoe Museum :

The Mason family donated Bill Mason’s treasured red Chestnut Prospector to the Canadian Canoe Museum in Peterborough Ontario, on June 17th, 1999….

Bill Mason loved his old canvas-covered wood canoes and used many of them throughout his career as a filmmaker, author and painter. But he always said his Chestnut Prospector was “the most versatile canoe ever made”, and that if he “could only have one canoe it would be the original Chestnut wood-canvas 16′ Prospector”. He journeyed quietly through the wilderness in this canoe, treating it not just as a vehicle, but also as a subject, a symbol and a friend. Bill’s Prospector has a lifetime of memories in it and if it could talk, all the little tears in the canvas, each broken rib and every cracked plank would have quite a story to tell.

Photo of Becky Mason paddling her father’s favourite red Prospector before it was donated to the Canadian Canoe Museum, taken by Rolf Kraiker from Blazing Paddles: The Last Outing For Bill Mason’s Canoe.

Photo of the Bill Mason Exhibit at the Canadian Canoe Museum, from the Canadian Canoe Museum: 2011 Jack Matthews Fellow & Award-Winning Canadian Author Nicolas Dickner To Speak At CCM Jan 26th.

For more on Bill Mason and his Chestnuts….especially in his films….see Mike Elliott’s articles from his Kettle River Facebook page:

Path of the Paddle (Part 1 of 4): Bill Mason Shows Off His Chestnut Pal

Path of the Paddle (Part 2 of 4): Spotlight on Wood-Canvas Canoes

Path of the Paddle (3 of 4): Whitewater Ballet in a Wood-Canvas Canoe

Path of the Paddle (4 of 4): Defining What It Is To Be Canadian

Song of the Paddle: A Wood-Canvas Canoe Trip on Film

The Rise and Fall of the Great Lakes: A Film Starring a Wood-Canvas Canoe

It is apparent that Bill did call all red canvas canoes in his films “Prospectors” when in fact they were sometimes Pals; in fact in Ken Soloway’s book The Story of the Chestnut Canoe (on pages 159-160 in the chapter on Bill Mason), Ken writes that he visited with Becky Mason at the Mason home on Meech Lake to examine Bill’s Chestnut canoes….even though Bill expounded that the 16 foot Prospector was the “world’s best all-round canoe”, Bill had acknowledged in his final writings that many of the canoe photos used were not of the Prospector, but of the 16 foot Pleasure model (the first “real” canoe he owned)….as Ken further states Mason enthusiasts who want to see for themselves, should examine either the books or the films. The Pal has cane seats and narrow ribs. The Prospector has slat wood seats and wide ribs. Ken continues and says he examined the two red Chestnuts….both showed signs of wear and much use….Soloway then states that the Pleasure model, Bill’s first canoe was officially not a Pal but a Deer because of its narrow, rounded ribs; also the Pleasure model Bill owned was the later widened version from the 1950s (Appropriate since Bill entered in his diary that he had purchased the canoe on April 12, 1958, about the time Chestnut widened the 16 foot Pleasure forms….the other red Chestnut was a Prospector but Ken Soloway found it to be quite used and rather distorted so the measurements he took off it weren’t quite true to those of the original form (which Ken owned) but that was probably from years of use….Bill also owned an 11 foot Chestnut Featherweight….Ken concludes that the Prospector was a very large canoe and would have suited Bill on some of his trips where his canoe was heavily loaded and Ken was personally convinced he (Bill) would have found a narrow Pal more fitting to the esteemed title of “best all-round canoe” if he travelled as light as most trippers do today.

Much has been written about the Chestnut Canoe Company….besides the previous noted articles, Mike Elliott of Kettle River Canoes has written several articles on his blog (Canoeguy’s Blog) pertaining to Chestnut canoes, including the following:

Five Aces: Unbeatable Wood-Canvas Canoes from the Chestnut Canoe Company

My 17’ Chestnut Prospector Wood-Canvas Canoe

Dimensions for a Chestnut Pal Wood-Canvas Canoe

Lawrence Meyer wrote a great article on his Chestnut Prospector, which is on the WCHA forum:

Honeymoon with a Prospector

Two books on the Chestnut canoe have  been written. One is by Kenneth Solway entitled The Story of the Chestnut Canoe (mentioned above), described  on Amazon.ca as:

The Chestnut Canoe Company began in Fredericton, NB in 1897 and its impact was unequaled on the development of recreational canoeing and the canoe itself. Photos and images from the famed catalogues illustrate this intriguing Maritime story.

Photo from Amazon.ca: The Story Of The Chestnut Canoe.

Another book on the Chestnut canoe is When the Chestnut was in Flower by Roger MacGregor. When the Chestnut Was In Flower: Inside the Chestnut Canoe is the definitive history on the Chestnut canoe. On his website, Ivy Lea Shirt Co. Ltd.: When The Chestnut Was In Flower – Inside The Chestnut Canoe, Roger describes his book as:

A canoe fancier’s reminiscent look at the Chestnut Canoe Company, the result of nearly two decades of searching for traces of the canvas canoe from Fredericton, New Brunswick. Tells where the Chestnut came from and where it went. A book about canoes, travel, memories, and canoe-building. Includes professional lines-drawings of favourite Chestnut canoes: Kruger, Chum, Ogilvy, Prospector, Bobs Special. In hard cover, with over 400 pages, nearly 100 photographs and a few surprises. Sure to appeal, whether you know the Chestnut canoe in person or in passing – or would like to. 

Photo from Nautical Mind: When The Chestnut Was In Flower – Inside The Chestnut Canoe.

I love Roger’s book….it is the most complete book on the Chestnut canoe….I love the professional lines-drawings of favourite Chestnut canoes: Kruger, Chum, Ogilvy, Prospector, Bobs Special. I thought I’d include three of my most favourite canoe drawings:

Chestnut Prospector canoe drawing, lines taken off by Roy MacGregor November 1997, drawn by S.F. Manning August 1999.

Chestnut Chum canoe drawing, lines taken off by Roger MacGregor October 1997, drawing by S.F. Manning January 1999.

Chestnut Kruger canoe drawing, lines taken off by Roger MacGregor June 1998, drawn by S.F. Manning May 1999.

Photos from my copy of When The Chestnut Was In Flower, by yours truly.

These three Chestnut canoes typify three major types of models….the Prospector, the Pleasure and the Cruiser (also same as Guides Special except for closer ribbing).

As previously noted above, Dan Miller wrote in Dragonfly Canoe: Wooden Canoe Identification – Chestnut Canoe Company:

Prospector Models: These are deeper and beamier than pleasure models of equivelant length. Meant to carry lots of gear for extended trips, there is a lot of canoe packed into a Prospector. Bill Mason’s hype about the Prospector aside, it is a fantastic canoe, and is perhaps the model most widely copied by modern day composite canoe builders. Prospector models were available in double-ended or transom-sterned models.

Pleasure Models: These are the general purpose recreational canoes offered by Chestnut. These are excellent paddling canoes, and are the most commonly found models of Chestnut canoes. The 16′ Pal is perhaps the most famous of the lot, but the 15′ Twozer/Gooseberry/Chum is my personal favorite canoe yet.

Cruisers Canoes: Designed to go fast, these models are narrower, more rounded across the bottom and have finer lines than other models. The Guides Special models are cruisers than have close-ribbing.

The Prospector of course was made famous by Bill Mason (even though he owned and used a Pal in many of his films. The Chum was Omer Stringer’s favourite canoe (it is said that the one he paddled was especially made for him by Chestnut….that he even went to supervise it’s construction in Fredricton…..not sure if that’s true….but Omer did likely alter his Chum a bit any way….actually technically Omer’s Chum was a Doe since it had narrow ribs)….the Chum is the 15 ft. version of the Pleasure class of Chestnuts (the Pal was the 16 ft. model). The Kruger was a classic design….my beautiful green canoe is based on this model….and it is a dream to paddle….but I’ve written a lot on that subject already LOL LOL.

My beautiful dream, photo by yours truly.

Check out Roger MacGregor’s fine book….there is so much great information….just about ‘everything you ever wanted to know about Chestnut canoes, but were afraid to ask’.

You might want to check out the Chestnut Canoe Company Catalogs from various eras. (NOTE: There are other photos related to Chestnut canoes, as well as other catalogs and photos for canoe companies such as Kennebec and Old Town.)

Paddles up until later then.


Giving Thanks

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When in doubt, keep the open end up, and the pointed end forward. –Signature from online canoeing forum.

Voyage upon life’s sea, To yourself be true, And, whatever your lot may be, Paddle your own canoe. - Sarah Bolton

Paddle solo, sleep tandem. - Caroline Owen

Love many, trust a few, and always paddle your own canoe. – Anonymous

From Royalty Free Canoe Clipart.

Sometimes it is better to paddle your own canoe….or at least head in the same direction….however sometimes we should be thankful for differences. It is the Friday before the Thanksgiving weekend….our last long weekend before Christmas….the weather will be great all weekend here in southern Ontario….sunny and warm….the fall colours should be great too….so I hope you get a chance to get outside….to enjoy the Great Outdoors….maybe go for a hike….or paddle your canoe….and give thanks for a great place to be….for family and friends….for Mother Earth and all her natural beauty…. It’s a great time to ‘get away’ from it all:

 

From Clipart: Thanksgiving Turkey Bird Escaping From Being Butchered.

 

 

We have many reasons to be thankful:

There is nothing that is so aesthetically pleasing and yet so functional and versatile as the canoe. – Bill Mason

The canoe is the most practical, efficient and satisfying way to travel through wild country, particularly on the Canadian Shield, where you can go almost anywhere. I think of that country every day of my life. One of the things I like best about canoe travel is that you are completely self-reliant. There is no dependence on mechanical devices. It is utterly simple. For me, the canoe means complete freedom – the ultimate escape. - Alex Hall

It’s pretty hard for me to go more than a few days without getting a paddle wet somewhere. For me, that stepping into the canoe and pushing off is a very special spiritual and physical experience. Bill Mason had it right: it’s like walking on water. It transports you to another way of being, another way of feeling – it restores my soul. – David Finch

I like to encourage people to paddle because it gives them a different way to experience the river, the landscape and…life. – David Finch

It is such a great way to take in a wide range of experiences. When we paddle, the experience of place moves from the brain to the heart, making it a life-forming experience. – Kevin Redmond

Nothing like paddling a canoe to restore the spirit and reconnect with this gorgeous planet that sustains us. - Dalton McGuinty, Ontario premier in twitter to Badger Paddles folks.

Give me a good canoe, a pair of Jibway snowshoes, my beaver, my family and 10,000 square miles of wilderness and I am happy – Grey Owl

We sit in silence drinking in the radiant glory about us. Words would have been sacrilege. – Sigurd Olson, “Describes Cruise Thru the Woods,” Nashwauk [Minn.] Herald, circa July 1921

This last quote is from the first article written by Sigurd Olson to be published….in the Nashwauk (Minn.) Herald, July 22, 1921….I thought it touched on the reasons we should be thankful so much….and did so better than anything I could write that I thought I’d share this article in its full length. From Sigurd F. Olson Website: Describes Cruise Thru The Woods is the following:

This is Sigurd Olson’s first published article. It appeared in the newspaper of the small town in northeasternMinnesotawhere he was living and working as a high school teacher. A slightly different version of the article was published nine days later in The Milwaukee Journal, where his older brother Kenneth worked as an editor. He probably was at least a little disappointed with this first version, because he didn’t get a by-line. But still, there, for the first time, were his words in print….

After making a month’s cruise in the north woods and lakes, Sigurd Olson, Charles Sollonen and Henry Hanson returned and stated that it was one of the finest trips ever made. The following article was written describing the trip, the scenery and the rivers and lakes passed through:

Cruising Through God’s Country

When the great Creator had almost finished our wonderful country he stopped in his labors and pondered. There was one thing lacking, a spot more beautiful than the rest where his children could come and soothe their weary spirits, far from the smoke of cities and the discordant glamor of industry, unsullied by the hand of man. God saw all that was to happen. He saw the ravaging of our beautiful forests, the despoiling of our streams and lakes by the greedy, sselfish, unthinking hands of those who know no beauty and see only in the wonders of nature resources for filling their own already bursting coffers. He also knew that some of his children would love nature and its beauties as they should; that the trees would be their temples and the glories of mountain, plain and forest, their religion. He knew that they would weep at the wanton destruction of the nature that means to them life itself. For those who deeply love and who truly understand nature in all its moods, God set aside a little bit of Paradise unaccessible for those who would despoil it. East of the Rainy Lake country and north of the rugged shores of Lake Superior lies a virgin wilderness almost too beautiful to describe. It would be as easy to paint a perfect sunset or the northern lights as to do the country justice. Imagine yourself in a primitive wilderness of lakes and streams and mountains where the only sounds are the laughing of the loons, the slap of the beaver’s tail and the slashing around of moose and deer in the bogs. It is today as it was before Columbus discovered this country, untouched, untarnished. The winds still whisper through the virgin timber, the waves on Big Saganaga still lap hungrily on the shore. The cry of the great northern loon echoes and re-echoes from Lake Superior toHudson Bay. The moose and deer come down to drink, down trails well worn through centuries of use. Everything is perfect. God had planned well. All is still, the water is smooth as glass except when disturbed by the jumping of the lake trout. The heavily timbered shores are reflected as from a mirror in the waters of the lake. As you gaze you sometimes catch yourself wondering which is which, the reflection or the shore. A white throated sparrow calls so far away and sweetly, one can hardly believe a note could be so clear and faint and still be heard. You stand there in awe, the silence almost overcomes you, a queer feeling comes to your throat. God, how beautiful it all is and your soul unconsciously goes out in gratitude to the Creator that has saved this little bit of heaven for you. Suddenly you are startled. A wild, weird screaming peal of maniacal laughter rends the silence like a knife. Not only once but peal upon peal, each more exultant than the first. A cold shiver travels up and down your spine. You wish you could kill that thing that spoiled it all. It is the call of the loon and is answered far off to the north and you wonder how far that call will travel; perhaps way up to Hudson Bay, who knows. As the echoes come back again and again from nameless lakes far away and finally cease, the silence is deeper than ever. Everything has a place in God’s plan, even the laughing of the loon. It is almost dark, the sun has set leaving the west a lurid tumbled mass of burnished gold. The sunset seems almost fierce in its intensity. It is not peaceful and glowing, but a sullen, angry red. I wonder if it will rain tomrrow. The tent gleams ghostly in the shadow of a huge spruce. Dan has been cooking supper. The odor of bacon and coffee assails my nostrils and I remember I am still alive and ravenously hungry after a long day of paddling and portaging. Dan asks where I’ve been and I answer, “Just dreaming.” He smiles; he, too, understands. After supper, our pipes. The smoke curls up and its fragrance adds the final touch to a day that has been lived but not existed. I take out my map and by the light of the campfire find we are on an island inOttertrack Lake. It is the most beautiful we have struck so far and if it were not for the call of “Something lost behind the ranges, lost and waiting for you,” we would camp here but like Kipling’s explorer we must look behind the ranges to see what awaits us there. We are sitting smoking in front of our tent. The smoke from our dying campfire curls lazily upward. It is almost dark, but over toward the east the tops of the spruces are faintly illumined. Watch expectantly up the waterway. A thin rim of silver, then slowly, majestically golden mellow, a glorious summer moon rises dripping out of the dark placid waters of Ottertrack. The spruces are sharply silhouetted. The wildeness seems bathed in mellow moonlight. Even the sharp old stump over on the shore has something beautiful about it. We sit in silence drinking in the radiant glory about us. Words would have been sacrilege. The mournful wail of a timber wolf comes down from the north and I shiver a little. We are not yet so civilized that we don’t recognize and fear the howl of the wolf. A silver waterway leads directly to our little island. Not it is smooth and polished and now strewn with a million diamonds as a riffle of wind roughens the surface. Peacefulness and contentment are mine. I am happy and why should I not be? I am no millionaire and in fact am poor in worldly goods, but can anyone else love the forests, lakes and streams any more than I do? My body is strong and full of the vigor of life; I enjoy my sleep, my meals, my work, my play. I look forward to years of happiness. Life is good to those who know how to live. I do not ever hope to accumulate worldly wealth, but I shall accumulate something far more valuable, a store of wonderful memories. When I reach the twilight of life I shall look back and say, “I am glad I lived as I did; life has been good to me.” I shall not be afraid of death because I will have drunk to the full the cup of happiness and contentment that only close communion with nature can give. Most of us do not live. Convention looks down on modern man and says, “There is my product, a creature bridled by custom and tradition.” He is not natural, even his emotions are superficial. He is a creature happy in a sense, a misguided sense, living and dying without knowing the joy of one natural breath. Our pipes are out and the moon is riding high in the heavens. We turn in for the night and sleep soundly on a fragrant bed of balsam. Awake at dawn, for dawn is the best part of the day in the wilderness. The trees and brush are dripping with dew. The birds are bursting their little throats with warbling melody. Everything is fresh and clean. A dip in the icy clear waters of the lake and our toilet is complete. The sun is just coming up over in the bay toward the east. The faint white, low hanging mist quickly disappears before its warming rays. A bull moose that we had not seen before is revealed, standing up to his knees in the water of a bay 500 yards up shore. He has not seen us and is busy eating lily pad roots. Every once in a while he ducks his head and neck under water, coming up in a shower of spray, the lily roots dripping in his mouth. The sun glints on his widely spreading horns and he is every inch a monarch as he stands and looks in our direction. He watches us a little while and then leisurely steps out of the water. We can hear the brush crack as he works his way up over the rise. We get our last glimpse of him as he stands on top of the ridge and looks down defiantly as if to say, “Who are you that you dare to come and disturb the peacefulness of my kingdom?” The trout are jumping and a pair of loons are laughing and splashing water with their wings. The water is so clear that we can see the fish feeding along the shore. After breakfast we break camp, dip our paddles and we are off for new country and new adventures. We paddle close to shore as there is always more of interest there than anywhere else. A mallard hen flies out in front of the canoe, quacking and making believe she is crippled. We soon see the cause of her discomfiture. A flock of little brown chicks are skittering for the shore as fast as their little legs and wings will take them. They ride in all sorts of nooks and peep out timidly at us thinking they are hidden. We paddle along through lake after lake, sometimes making portages from one lake to another. Some of the portages are steep and rocky so a man with a pack and canoe has all he can do to keep his footing. In some places beaver dams have to be crossed and marshy places waded through, not wet enough to float a canoe but too wet to walk upon. The beaver are very active and evidences of their logging operations are to be seen everywhere. They are so tame that we see them swimming about in broad daylight. When we get too close, down they go with a mighty flap of their tails. We are paddling easily along when the sound of a waterfall reaches our ears. We paddle in toward shore, leave the canoe and follow up the sound. It must be small because we hear only a faint trickling over the rock. After a hundred yards or so we come to a steep face of rock nearly perpendicular and perhaps 100 feet in height. A spring ged brook breaks over the top and spreads over the face of a rock like a thin transparent veil. The sun breaking through the birches seems to touch the veil with silver light so we called it the “Crystal Sheen.” The little falls is in a grove of slender white birches. The ground and the rock itself is carpeted with the most delicately tinted green moss. Everything is so exquisitely beautiful that I cannot help but wonder if this is not a fairyland. Some tiny fairies with gauzelike wings bathing in the spray of the Crystal Sheen would have made the picture perfect. We leave reluctantly and resume our paddling. The steady swish, swish of our paddles soon carries us many miles northward. It is a pleasure to watch your paddle in the clear water, and the little ever present whirlpool that you make with every stroke. We go through a narrow neck and presently the water becomes swifter. We are in a river and before we know it we are racing along very swiftly. White water breaking over jagged rocks warns us to keep our distance. A sharp rock almost seems to leap at us out of the foam, but a quick swerve of the paddle and we flip past. Now we are bounding and shooting through spray and white water. It takes quick thinking and quicker acting to keep away from the rocks now. The trees on shore seem to shoot past and the rocks are getting thicker. A patch of white water shows up ahead. I try my best to head the canoe to one side. Now we are in it. The sickening sound of a rock grating on the bottom of the canoe and we stop in mid stream. We paddle desperately, the canoe starts to swing. Two more feet and we are done for. A last desperate stroke and we slip off and into the current. The water becomes more quiet and soon we are cruising smoothly along through a lake ever northward. This lake is dotted with rocky islands covered with spruce and Norway pine. Gulls are flying around screaming and flying low over our heads. Evidently this must be their nesting ground. We are both tired and so head the canoe for a pretty little island near the center of the lake. It is a good camping place and the wild beauty of the lake with its many rocky islands and screaming gulls appeals to us so we decide to stop for the night. The rock is covered withheavey lichen, which makes a fine bed. The tent is soon up and supper on the way. After supper our pipes alight, we lay on our backs and gaze at the lazily drifting clouds. The lives of those who live close to nature in the northland are filled with adventures every day, and to the men of the north they are life. This struggle for existence and the fearless battle with the elements is what makes the manhood of the north big and clean and strong. The north asks for strong men, not weaklings, for here manhood is tested down to the core. To those whom she selects she reveals all her riches and if she does not give them riches in gold she gives them riches far more worth while that mean happiness and contentment. And so we traveled through hundreds of lakes and rivers, drunk in the beauties of countless waterfalls, rapids and virgin forests, saw naked grandeur as God intended it to be, unscathed by the hand of man. When we ended our cruise and our canoes grated on a sandy beach for the last time our hearts were heavy and yet how happy. We were ragged and unkempt, but what mattered that; our hearts were filled to overflowing. We came back empty handed, but oh how rich we were. We could say with Kipling’s explorer on his return: “Have I named one single river? Have I claimed one single acre? Have I kept one single nugget? No, not I. Because my price was paid me ten times over by my Maker. But you wouldn’t understnad it. You go up and occupy.”

Well we celebrate  Thanksgiving this weekend here in Canada….yes, we are ahead of our American neighbours on a few things it would seem LOL LOL. It is also a good weekend to get out and enjoy the natural world too….cooler air….sunny skies mixed with few clouds….leaves starting to turn colour. This is a time of change….birds have already started to migrate south….other animals preparing for the cold winter ahead by getting ready to hibernate or just building a warmer abode….and the leaves changing. Yes, that’s the second time I mentioned the leaves changing. The autumn colours are here. Check them out by going for a drive in your car or riding your bike….or better yet going for a hike. Take your camera along too. You can get some great shots of the reds, oranges, and yellows many trees wear this time of year. Great places to check out the finery of fall are: Haliburton and Algonquin Park; Caledon (especially around the Forks of the Credit); the hills south of Georgian Bay such as near Collingwood or Owen Sound; the countryside of the Kawarthas; north of Belleville or Kingston along Hwy. 7; the Madawaska Valley or around Bancroft; and many of the ravines or other “wild” spots in and around Toronto (like the Rouge and Don Valleys or High Park). So if you don’t normally get out especially once it starts to turn cooler, think about doing so….don’t hibernate quite yet in front of a fire….get out and enjoy the colours. For a change.

Paddles up until later then….and enjoy the Thanksgiving weekend….preferably as much outdoors as possible….and give thanks for such an opportunity. Especially change. Now I’m off to go paddle….


A Canoe ‘Tip’ From Omer Stringer

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Canoes don’t tip, people just fall out of them. – Omer Stringer

From a previous blog post here is Omer’s story:

Omer Stringer was defintely a legendary figure in canoeing.  Here’s some info on him from Carrying Place Canoe Works: Omer Stringer:

OMER STRINGER

1912 – 1988

By Elaine Ziemba
 
Omer Stringer was Canada’s premier solo paddler. He was also known for being a canoe guide and canoe builder. Although his working career followed many diverse paths, paddling a wooden canoe remained at the core of his being.
 
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Omer loved to show that canoeing is not only a method of transportation and a beautiful art form but is fun to do and watch. Some of Omer’s more famous canoeing skills were showstoppers. Without fanfare, Omer would run at full speed down a dock, leap into his canoe and without skipping a beat start paddling away. In the middle of demonstrating paddling methods, with great ease and without stopping, he would deftly move to the front of the canoe where he would do a headstand on the seat without losing balance or tipping over. This required an incredible sense of balance.

The name ‘Omer Stringer’ recalls scenes of a man who was at perfect ease in a canoe. When he paddled it seemed as if he was part of the canoe, paddling gracefully with minimum effort. Although he had fun with his canoe and teaching canoeing, he was ever mindful to respect the water and elements in nature. He always taught safety first and reminded his students that if in danger to stay with your canoe and to use it to keep you afloat.

Omer was born on Canoe Lake, Algonquin Park, in 1912 to an Algonquin Ranger. He was raised in the Park and very quickly learned canoeing and wilderness skills. He was self-taught. The only formal education available in the Park came by train. A teacher was dispatched to teach all the youngsters. The classroom was in a caboose and the supplies were limited. The school year lasted for a short period of time with the train or schoolroom returning for short spells. His real education was learning from the Park guides and his father. At a very young age he learned how to set up a wilderness campsite and cook meals for the visiting campers. By the age of 14, he had learnt how to build canoes and was guiding canoe trips in the Park.

In the 1930′s Omer was teaching canoeing at Camp Tanamakoon, Taylor Statten Camps and Camp Arowhon, all in Algonquin Park. In 1936, he opened his own camp in the Park, Camp Tamakwa. He spent his summers teaching canoeing and developing his own style of canoeing. The era of camping in the ’30′s was very different than today. The conveniences of city life were very far removed and definitely not readily available. The simple needs of the campers became challenges. The ever-inquisitive mind of Omer invented tools to meet the needs. He even invented a very complicated dentist drill with winches, discs and all sorts of rudimentary forms. It is hard to imagine a waiting lineup of campers for this device. According to Omer it worked.

During World War II, Omer served in the RCAF in India, Burma and New Guinea. It was soon discovered that he had incredible knowledge that could be used in intelligence work and he was soon seconded to the U.S. Air Force for the remainder of the war.

After the war, Omer reopened his camp. Soon there was someone to occupy Omer’s heart. He married Edie and started a family. Over the years he had many varied successful careers. At the age of 52, he returned to school and earned a Bachelor of Science degree at University of Toronto. With his love of teaching, it was a natural fit to teach high school science.

He somehow found time to write books and manuals on paddling, water safety and canoe techniques. He was featured in two films. Taught safety courses for the Red Cross and developed an Outdoor Education Program for teachers. To this day, his manuals and courses are used in many recreational and camping programs.

Omer was often the guest on his son’s David’s T.V. program teaching long forgotten skills in a no nonsense way. He could teach and fix anything. Some of the things taught were skills he learned in Algonquin Park such as how to properly sharpen an ax.

Soon his student campers had grown up and were going into business. They asked Omer to join them in a business venture to be called Beaver Canoe Company. Omer joined the business and soon canoes were being built and sold. The company had a retail aspect and clothing and other outdoor items were sold. The most popular item soon became the t-shirts and sweatshirts with the Beaver Canoe logo with Omer’s name. Soon it was the hot fashion item and everyone had to have one even those who did not canoe and had never been north.

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Omer’s love of canoes and anyone building them soon caught his eye. He had heard of Joe at Carrying Place Canoe Works and came to visit. Thus developed a strong friendship based on a common love of canoeing. Omer Stringer firmly believed that the traditional wood canvas canoe would always remain the choice of the discriminating paddler. He was always willing to impart his knowledge and to be helpful. With Omer’s assistance, the 15′ Omer Stringer Classic canoe was born. It remains a tribute to a friend, mentor, and fine person. As well, Omer taught Joe how to hand carve a special type of paddle. To this day, Joe will only use the paddle that Omer specially carved for him as a gift. This paddle is still made at Carrying Place Canoe Works to be enjoyed by all.

Omer had many stories filled with history and adventure but the best tales had the added flavour of Omer’s wit and humour. He gleefully recounted this story many times. While browsing through a well-known sports show, he came upon a sales person wielding a large sledgehammer. Omer stopped to watch as the sledgehammer was raised and aimed at a plastic canoe. The plastic canoe was repeatedly hit. Shrugging his shoulders Omer left the scene but several hours later he came upon the same booth with the same salesperson hitting the same plastic canoe. Having seen enough, Omer strolled over to the salesperson and with that look that only Omer could have, said: “You know, in all of my over 60 years of canoeing, I have never had to take a sledge hammer to my canoe.”

Omer Stringer left a lasting legacy. His style of unique paddling and canoeing are loyally followed by thousands and still taught at camps. His former students and friends have kept his love of the north and especially Algonquin Park alive. Omer’s beloved canoe named ‘Omer’ is on display in the canoe museum in Algonquin Park. Omer Stringer’s life, adventures and stories have become Canadian canoeing legends and an integral part of our heritage.

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L: Omer Stringer Style Paddles, from Carrying Place Canoes; R: Omer and Joe Ziemba (of Carrying Place Canoes).

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Omer Stringer Classic canoe, from Carrying Place Canoes.

(NOTE: All photos are from the Carrying Place website, mostly from the article on Omer Stringer.)

For the record, the canoe that Omer used in most of his demos, solo work (specifically the canoe ballet he became famous for)….and loved paddling was a Chestnut Chum (or actually a narrow ribbed version and therefore technically a Doe)….it had Omer painted on the side of it….he also used a Chestnut Pal for tripping with camps….Omer was also known to “fine tune” his canoes a bit….so these canoes were very much his own.

In 1973, Michael Budman and Don Green created what is today Roots Canada.  They also were responsible for the Beaver Canoe Co. (mentioned in the above article on Omer Stringer) that really was more popular for its clothing line than the few canoes produced. In Roots Canada, Michael and Don were inspired by their passion for Ontario’s Algonquin Park and everything it represented for them. It is interesting that the Roots logo also includes a beaver, as it was also used in the time-honoured logo of Camp Tamakwa, a place which strongly influenced the Roots co-founders in their youth. As a final aside, Omer’s son, David (well known as a TV producer) is a director of Tamakwa.

For more on Omer Stringer see Paddle Making (And Other Canoe Stuff) Blog: Omer Stringer Birch, where Murat V. describes making a paddle out of yellow birch based on Omer’s preferred design….he starts off his post with a brief description of Omer:

…..fantastic booklet, The Canoeist’s Manual, written by the one and only Omer Stringer. Any serious solo paddler knows about Omer, born and raised in Algonquin Park, master of the solo paddling technique now known as “omering” in his honour. Bill Mason, another canoeing icon, apparently refered to Omer as the King of Flatwater….

….I first read about Omer’s bio and intriguing technique online – a reprint of the 1999 Canoe Journal article written by Jeff Solway entitled “Omer Stringer – The Father of Modern Canoeing”. …..I also just picked up the 2008 CanoeRoots Magazine Buyer’s Guide edition which has a one page article on Omer written by the prolific paddling author, James Raffan.

Omer’s technique is essentially what modern classic solo is about…heeling the boat so that the gunnel nearly reaches the waterline allowing the solo paddler to control the boat with subtle underwater recoveries and leverage strokes.

The articles by Jeff Solway are no longer available as his website is now closed….however I did download an article on Omer’s paddling technique by Jeff, Solo Paddling In Wind (Omering) from Canoe Journal, which also has an excellent overview of Omer’s favourite solo stroke.

The article on Omer by James Raffan is on pages 26 to 27 of Canoeroots Spring 2008. Well actually page 26 is a photo of Omer in typical canoe position….but instead of his beloved wood canvas canoe, Omer is pictured in an aluminum canoe?!?!?….still James writes a great article on Omer…..or as he’s described a ‘paddling guru’.

Paddles up until later then….


Anishinaabe Babamadizwin: A Journey By Canoe

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Overview:

The Ojibway or Anishinaabe people were canoe people. Taking a canoe trip certainly gets one back to basics….and in the case of Anishinaabe even  back to one’s traditions. This is very true with the young people.

One such example, undertaken over the last few years, is an outdoor adventure leadership experience (OALE) for youth (ages 12 to 18) from Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve, involving ten-day canoe trips. The main goal of the OALE program is to promote resilience and well-being.


Aboriginal youth face a number of considerable social, economic, and educational challenges. According to statistics outlined by the United Nation’s Human Development Index, the living conditions and quality of life Canadian First Nations is similar to that of many developing countries. A lack of education means that approximately 70% of First Nations’ students living on reserve will never complete high school, while unemployment rates are two-times that of the non-Aboriginal population. Health challenges which include obesity, diabetes, tuberculosis and HIV/AIDS mean that First Nations Peoples face a shorter life span than other Canadians, while suicide is now one of the leading causes of death among Aboriginal peoples between ages 10 and 24. The Aboriginal population represents the fastest growing youth population in the country. Aboriginal youth under the age of 25 represent more than half of the total Aboriginal population in the country.


The proposed project aims to limit the challenges and build on the strengths of Aboriginal youth and their communities, while supporting the value of culture and identity. A key component of this project will be the promotion of youth engagement through leadership activities, volunteer work and relationship building with other members of the community. The project will engage the youth and their communities in part of the design, development, and implementation of the program….from the canoe route selected and the equipment used….to how their community is properly represented along the canoe trip route (such as flags used….even artwork on canoes or paddles). This last part allows for increased community pride and ownership, both of which are key to a sustainable program.


The project deals directly with youth….many at risk….or in danger of becoming at risk. It could provide an alternative based on Anishinaabe culture and traditions. It involves a journey by canoe….a very traditional basis of transportation….but far more than just a canoe trip. It will develop leadership.


When one thinks of leadership, one can be reminded of watching a V-formation of geese in flight. The lead goose is sticking its neck out to break the air currents for the rest of the flock, thereby making it easier for the others to fly (as they “draft” in behind). But if you watch that V-formation long enough, you’ll see that the lead goose will eventually fall back and another one will come up to take its place. So a good leader will stick its neck out for whover is following, setting a good example for the others; but also a good leader knows when to let another lead, when to let others have a chance. Obviously there is also the need to be a team player, and in working with others. All of which can be accomplished on such a canoe trip.


The Anishinaabe Babamadizwin: A Journey By Canoe would be a First Nations canoe project for Anishinaabe youth….using the canoe as a means to help these young people on their life’s journey. Such canoe trips could develop leadership skills as well as increase awareness of their Native culture and traditions. The youth participants return to their communities as future leaders. As example the youth could educate and motivate their family and friends about various environmental issues and possible solutions. Thus by engaging these Native youth on such trips awareness is brought to Mother Earth….the environment….wilderness….water….the Great Lakes….even First Nations rights.


A number of canoe trips would be undertaken from various Anishinaabe (Ojibway) communities from around Lake Huron and Georgian Bay, plus those along Lake Superior near Sault Ste. Marie, as well as from inland such as Temagami, North Bay, Lake Simcoe or even the Kawarthas….all ending up together at Manitoulin Island. These communities would be invited by a yet to be determined host community.


Such trips are thus centered around one of the Great Lakes….the traditional territory of the Anishinaabe people…..using many of the traditional canoe routes taken by the Anishinaabe people.


Such trips would involve wood canvas canoes….built by First Nations youth….for the trips. Hopefully 4 wood canvas canoes, specifically built for this project, could be painted by various Anishinaabe artists….and after the trip ends each of these canoes could be raffled off to further fund canoe projects in First Nation communities.


The journey taken by canoe will bring the Anishinaabe youth back to their roots through traditional canoe routes….but also help guide them on their own life’s journey.

 

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Remembering….

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I’ve written about Remembrance Day here before, such as Remembrance Day Remembered…..Silence Is Golden….And A Time To Think:

Yesterday was Remembrance Day. Like most Canadians I took time at 11 am to give a moment of silence to remember our veterans….especially those who had died in previous wars, trying to defend our country. I am opposed to war; most people are I think. But our country is what it is today because of the efforts of Canadian men and women who fought for this country through various conflicts such as the two World Wars and in Korea. My Dad was a WWII vet, having served in the Royal Canadian Navy. He never really talked much about the war. But I know he was involved on several Atlantic convoys, and even in the Normandy (he manned landing craft bringing troops onto the beaches). My Dad recently passed away (and many of the WWII surviving vets are in their 80s or 90s, so those still alive are certainly not going to be around forever; and there is only one or two WWI vets left alive; we need to honour and remember these men and women, especially now as much as at any time). I think it’s important to remember those that chose to serve Canada, doing what they thought was best for their country. Just as those who do so today in Afghanistan.

I was in Toronto for part of the day and returned home on the GO train. As we left Union Station, the GO Customer Service Rep asked us to take a minute’s silence to remember our veterans and those currently serving in our Armed Forces. It was after 4:15 pm and some young folks on board commented that “Why we should we have to do this again????”….an older passenger sitting next to them simply suggested they be quiet and respect the others who were taking a minute of silence. They became quiet. But I wonder if they realized that they do have things to be thankful for and possibly even to remember too. Perhaps they will think of that more next year on Nov.11th….while other Canadian families are reminded of such things on a daily basis….especially those families with loved ones currently overseas.

A moment of silence is always a good way to reflect on important things….one of the things I love about paddling a canoe solo on a northern lake….alone with my thoughts. We don’t take time to reflect enough….to have a quiet time to think to ourselves….being outdoors can be a place for that. But whether you’re outside or on a GO train being asked to take a minute of silence, I hope you took time yesterday to think about our vets. And I hope you might think of them during the rest of the year as well. Any way, I hope you get some time to also reflect on this and anything else important.

Some of our First Nations people who fought for this country never got much honour for having done so….many lost their status for fighting for Canada….became ‘displaced’….

One online source worth checking out is Native Soldiers, Foreign Battlefields: The Wartime Contribution of Canada’s First Peoples. It opens with a few quotes by veterans:

“The war proved that the fighting spirit of my tribe was not squelched through reservation life. When duty called, we were there, and when we were called forth to fight for the cause of civilization, our people showed all the bravery of our warriors of old.” - Mike Mountain Horse, First World War veteran.

“Being from a reservation and barely able to speak English … it was a sudden integration. It was a shock. I was stunned for two or three months while taking basic training.” – Peter Whitecloud, Second World War veteran.

“On our way to Korea, I was outside on the ship standing on the rail just thinking about home and why I had to leave home. Yet, I was very glad I joined the army because my father was in the First World War. My brother was in World War Two and I thought I might as well join the army, too.” – Allan Bird, Korean War veteran.

Another online source worth checking out is Thomas Prince: Canada’s Forgotten Aboriginal War Hero. For more on Tommy Prince, Canada’s most decorated Aboriginal soldier to date, see Thomas George Prince October 1915 – November 25, 1977. Here is a quote from this article, which shows how imprtant to Tommy his fellow veterans were:

….Tommy Prince said of his fellow veterans: “They were a great bunch of guys. I’m here because they kept me safe and brought me home.”

Remembrance Day. Like most Canadians I will take time at 11 am to give a moment of silence to remember our veterans….especially those who had died in previous wars, trying to defend our country. I am opposed to war; most people are I think. But our country is what it is today because of the efforts of Canadian men and women who fought for this country through various conflicts such as the two World Wars and in Korea.

My Dad was a WWII vet, having served in the Royal Canadian Navy. He never really talked much about the war. But I know he was involved on several Atlantic convoys, and even in the Normandy (he manned landing craft bringing troops onto the beaches). My Dad passed away a few years ago….and he is on my mind a lot….but even more so on Remembrance Day. He was often part of local Remembrance Day events.

A picture of my Dad taken while he was in the service:

I thought I would share a letter written by my Dad the day before D-Day:

So on Remembrance Day I will remember my Dad….and all of the veterans….lest we not forget:

“They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind.” Native American Proverb

So this November 11th….wherever you are….I hope you take time to pay respect….and to remember….


Henri Vaillancourt: Master Birchbark Canoe Builder

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Henri Vaillancourt is well known as a birch bark canoe builder. I first learned of Henri through John McPhee’s book The Survival of the Bark Canoe….an amazing story (see John McPhee: Survival of the Bark Canoe):

The Survival of the Bark Canoe by John McPhee

In Greenville, New Hampshire, a small town in the southern part of the state, Henri Vaillancourt makes birch-bark canoes in the same manner and with the same tools that the Indians used. He selects cedar for the ribs, hardwood for the thwarts, and birch for the bark covering, on long treks through the woods in New Hampshire and Southwestern Maine. He sews them and lashes them with the split roots of spruce or white pine. No nails, screws, or rivets keep his canoes together.

The Survival of the Bark Canoe is the story of the building of birch-bark canoes and of a 150-mile trip through the Maine woods in those graceful survivors of a prehistoric technology. It is a book squarely in the tradition of one written by the first tourist in these woods, Henry David Thoreau, whose The Maine Woods recounts similar journeys in similar craft. As McPhee describes the expedition he made with Vaillancourt, he also traces the evolution of the bark canoe, from its beginnings through the development of the huge canoes used by the fur traders of the Canadian North Woods, where the bark canoe played the key role in opening up the wilderness. He discusses as well the differing types of bark canoes, whose construction varied from tribe to tribe, according to custom and available materials.

As he presents the lore of the bark canoe, John McPhee also narrates a cracking good story: of battling tenacious winds on Chamberlain Lake, of exhausting portages, of coming upon scenes of breath-taking beauty, of the slowly developing tension among the five people on the trip, of the vanity of leadership and the difficulty of following. In a style as pure and as effortless as the waters of Maine and the glide of a canoe, John McPhee has written one of his most fascinating books.

Reviews:

In his own beautifully crafted work, McPhee treats both man and boat with all the respect and admiration their precarious presence commands. –Time

Every white water and wilderness buff should rise to it like a trout, but as all followers of Mr. McPhee’s work would expect, its appeal and value cannot be so narrowly limited; it’s a lively chronicle, rich in character study and observations. –The Wall Street Journal

Here is more information on Henri Vaillancourt from his website, Henri Vaillancourt: Traditional Birchbark Canoes:

Henri Vaillancourt has been self employed builder of birchbark canoes for over 32 years. In that time he has built more than 120 canoes ranging in size from small 9′ hunting canoes to the large 24′ cargo canoes like those used during the fur trade era. His work has been sought by discriminating collectors throughout the USA, Canada, Europe and Japan. His customers include Michael Eisner – Disney, Edgar Bronfman – Seagram’s, Bill Ruger – Ruger Fire Arms, Tasha Tudor – Writer/Artist, Ohchi Canoes Museum – Shimane-Ken Japan and Epcot Center – Disney World.

Vaillancourt’s canoes have been chosen in competition for exhibits such as Craft Multiples presented at the Renwick Gallery of the National Collection of Fine Arts, Smithsonian Institution. Exhibited there form 1975 to 1976 and then circulated throughout the USA until 1979. His canoes were displayed at the Hand Wrought Object Exhibit at the Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art at Cornell University and, also, the Sur Bois Exhibit at Franco-American Centre Manchester New Hampshire. The Sur Bios Exhibit is presently circulating throughout New England and is scheduled to travel to Europe.

Henri has done live demonstrations at the American Folklife Festival presented at the US Pavilion by the Smithsonian Institution during the Man and His World Exhibition – Worlds Fair in Montreal, at the Ohchi Canoe Museum in Shimane-Ken Japan, and at the Mystic Seaport Museum, Mystic Connecticut.

His work has been featured in numerous books and publications such as, The Wood Ship by David Larkin, Building the Maine Guide Canoe by Jerry Stelmok, Wooden Boat Magazine, Field and Stream, Yankee Magazine, and Readers Digest Book – Back to Basics among others.

Since 1965 Henri has been actively involved in the study of birchbark canoe construction and other aspects of Native material culture. In 1977 he and Todd Crocker founded the Trust for Native American Cultures and Crafts a non-profit organization dedicated to the recording and perpetuation of northern Native American material culture. Since that time they have collected hundreds of hours of video and thousands of color and black and white stills of bark canoe construction, snowshoe making, hide tanning, clothing and tool manufacturing. Edited programs of some of these skills including bark canoe construction, are available through the Trust for Native American Cultures and Crafts.

These birchbark canoes are constructed following the centuries-old desgns and techniques of several Indian tribes , as well as those employed by the French during the fur trade period in Canada. The covers of these canoeas are shaped from high quality birchbark selected for toughness and freedom from blemishes . The sewing and lashing is done with with black spruce root prepared to a very consistent width and thickness. The ribs , planks , and gunnels are split from white cedar and shaved with the traditional crooked knife, the primary woodworking tool of the Indian canoe maker .The crooked knife , along with the axe and awl , comprise the primary tools for constructing these canoes .

For more detailed information on the construction of these canoes by Henri Vaillancourt , read the description below by Jerry Stelmok:

From ’ The Wood and Canvas Canoe ‘ by Jerry Stelmok and Rollin Thurlow, The Harpswell Press, Gardiner , Maine:

Birchbark Origins

At the zenith of its development in the 19th century was a refined, func­tional, and beautiful watercraft reflecting the ingenuity, woodscraft, and artistic expression of a resourceful people acquired over thousands of years. The white cedar plank­ing and framing formed a marvelously flexible hull, which was protected and waterproofed by an incredibly durable skin, all lashed together by split spruce root into a form designed to maximize utility, while still pleasing the eye. Not every Indian in a village would build canoes, and the craftsmen within each tribe developed a definite style which was handed down through the generations. Little refinements by certain individuals of long ago can still be recognized by Henri’s practiced eye.

According to Vaillancourt, the very finest canoes were built by the eastern Abenaki Indians, principally crafts­men of the Malecite, Passamaquoddy, and Penobscot tribes. The farther west one researches, the less likely one is to find this consistent quality, though this is not to say there were no skilled craftsmen among such tribes as the Ojibway and Algonquin. The Cree of the Romaine region of Quebec were the equals of the Abenaki in the basic con­struction of their canoes, even though the materials avail­able to them were far inferior — a testimony to superior craftsmanship which Henri can readily admire. But he points out the northern canoes lacked the artistic details which made the Abenaki canoes so remarkable.

Tools and Material

The tools of a birchbark canoe builder are few and sim­ple, and all the materials are available growing in most forests of the boreal regions of North America — although today truly fine materials are seldom found all in one small area. Because he is particular, Henri Vaillancourt ranges a fair distance for his own materials. Quality birchbark in quantities sufficient for his needs can be found in his own Granite State. His definition of quality gets more precise each year. It has come to mean a single sleeve of bark %” in thickness, free of blemishes, long and wide enough to con­tain a 15′ canoe without the addition of panels sewn onto the sides to accommodate the girth. It is a tall order to fill, and requires the careful felling (with a chainsaw these days) of a tree with a straight 24″ trunk diameter, free of branches for about 20′. Once the tree is down, Henri slits the skin with a knife and using a square of thick bark with a chisel edge cut into it, removes the bark in one piece. He gathers his bark in June or July when the bark peels the easiest; so easily in fact, that it ofen takes no more than five minutes to slip the bark from the trunk, and one hour would be an uncommonly long struggle even with a diffi­cult tree.

Once removed, the bark is rolled up, inside out (for that, of course, is how it will go on the canoe , and carried out. It may be stored indefinitely before being used. The best bark comes from Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, the Mari-times, Quebec, and eastern Ontario, but suitable birches grow west as far as Minnesota.

Henri has been cutting his white cedar in Maine, be­cause he has access to a good supply that is convenient to get at, while he visits friends. The trees he takes vary from 12″ to 18″ in diameter, and just as with the birch, he looks for straight trees without twists, free of knots. When he uses cedar for the gunwales, he may split out sections up to 20′ in length, but since the planking in a Vaillancourt canoe is butted amidships, 10′ sections are all he normally needs for this use. The ribs, rarely more than 4′ long, can be split from short butt ends of otherwise unsuitable logs. With the cedar down and cut to length, Henri inserts wooden wedges into a line of notches he has made the length of the log with his axe. From experience, he has a pretty good idea where this initial split should be started. He is usually right, and a few good whacks on the wedges in series normally lays the log open into two roughly sym­metrical halves. These are split once or sometimes twice more, then the heartwood is removed from the sections. Normally further splitting of these sections takes place back in Greenville, but Vaillancourt frequently splits out the rib stock into rough frames right in the woods, result­ing in less bulk to carry out and home. The froe splits the cedar roughly along the growth rings, and the resulting ribs have perfectly flat grain. When spruce (the choice among Indian builders north of the white cedar belt) is substi­tuted, the sections are actually split across the growth rings, resulting in vertical-grain or “quarter-sawn” planking and ribs. Cedar may be split in this manner as well, but traditionally it was not and Henri sees no advantage to the method. He avoids the active sapwood just beneath the bark, because even in the white cedar, this young wood is prone to decay.

Henri likes the extra strength provided by spruce gun­wales, but finds the spruce less willing than cedar to take the sharp upward bends at the ends of some of his models. Therefore, he takes the best tree of either species he happens to find while getting his rib and plank stock.

The other material gathered directly from the forest is spruce root, which is used in the critical lashing and sew­ing processes. Henri prefers root from the black or red spruces, but admits jack pine and red pine, as well as white spruce root are acceptable. The roots grow just beneath the forest floor, and he delights in finding a spruce grove with sphagnum moss carpeting beneath, because the roots are easy to pull and grow unobstructed into long straight lengths ideal for splitting. Typically the root Henri digs is 1/4″ in diameter and is immediately stripped of its skin. It is then rolled up and taken home for splitting, and may be stored for long periods before using so long as it is first soaked in water.

Back home, Henri finishes splitting out the cedar plank­ing using first the froe, then a knife, peeling off 1/4′-thick strips, which he dresses with his crooked knife until they are nearly as smooth and uniform as finished lumber from the mill. The Indians used crooked knives of bone, switch­ing to iron and steel as soon as these materials become available. Some knives do indeed have a curved or a hooked blade, but most have a short, straight blade and the name crooked knife derives from the distinctively “bent” handle. To use the knife, the builder holds the stock to be worked against the body trunk, grasps the crooked knife in an underhand grip with the thumb extended along the handle with the other hand, and draws it into the work toward his body in long even strokes. Wood may be removed very quickly in this manner, but there is enough control so that very light, even shaving may also be accomplished. Henri can use his knife to turn out a beautifully carved paddle or a thwart in a surprisingly short space of time. He makes his own blades from file steel and has at least two knives handy all the time, each ground differently for heavy and light shaving.

The 40 or so ribs that will go into the canoe are similarly dressed to3/8″ in thickness, 3-1/2″ wide in the middle taper­ing to about 2 1/2r at each end. In the canoe the wide ribs form an almost solid floor over the planking, offering a clean appearance, increased durability, and a fairer hull. Wide ribs were traditional in many Indian canoes, and Henri feels their advantages far outweigh the drawbacks.

Bent like a mantis over its prey, Henri deftly splits the root into two identical half-oval strands which part be­neath his fingers and coil off to the sides. By carefully bending the whole root just beyond the split, he can influ­ence the rift — keeping it from wandering off to one side and shearing off. The larger root may have to be split a second time to produce a strand with the fineness he re­quires for his sewing.

The l-1/4″ inwales are prepared green — squared and smoothed, the ends tapered in width and depth, and a chamfer cut along the bottom inside corner to receive the beveled tops of the ribs. Next, they are lashed temporarily to crosspieces which hold them opposed to one another exactly as they will be in the canoe. From above you can see the plan view, showing exactly how wide the beam will be and how quickly the width will diminish toward the stems. The vertical rise of the sheerline at the ends is achieved by weighting the center of this structure on the ground, and in stages bending the ends of the gunwales upwards and prop-ring them up. Saturating the green wood with water helps keep stubborn wood from breaking during this process, which might take a week or more on more pronounced sheerlines. Once properly bent, the gunwales are left on their crude form to cure, until their tendency to straighten back out diminishes.

On canoes with extremely high tight curves at the bow, such as those of the Ojibway and Algonquin, even this tedious process is inadequate to safely form the gunwales into the proper configuration. To achieve these abrupt curves, the builder must actually split the ends of the gunwales into several layers or laminates, which are then easily bent and lashed in place.

Once it has cured, the gunwale framework is completed by replacing the temporary crosspieces with the perman­ent thwarts. The thwarts are carved from birch or ash with the crooked knife. In a Vaillancourt canoe, as in the finer Indian examples, they can be pieces of sculpture in them­selves. Although flat along the bottom surface, the top of the thwart is carved into a gentle camber, the depth dimin­ishing from about 3/t” in the center to just over half that thickness at the tenon on the ends. In plan view the thwarts are wide in the center, narrow considerable in the quarters, then flare out again to their greatest width at the very ends. This graceful curve is highlighted by a tradi­tional square decoration at the thwart’s narrowest point. Mortises are cut into the inwales, wooden pegs driven through the joint, and the whole lashed neatly together the spruce root.

White men building canoes for the fur trade brigades employed wooden platforms or beds on which the bark was laved out and the building begun. Vaillancourt sticks to the Indian method of building the canoes right on the ground. He does, however, use a building frame in addition to the gunwale structure, a flat representation of the shape of the bottom of the canoe, around which the bark is bent up to form the sides. The building form is in two sections to facilitate its removal once the gunwales and thwarts are installed.

After cleaning and scraping the bark smooth, Henri rolls rolls it out on the ground. The building frame is placed on the sheet to maximize the best portions of the bark, and then .’weighted down. The bark is softened with water and the edges are folded up to form the sides, held in place by stakes driven into the ground along the perimeter of the shape.

If the bark isn’t wide enough to reach the proposed gunnels amidships, Henri will neatly sew in panels on each side to symmetrically achieve the desired girth. Because of the complex curves of the canoe — especially one in which the sides tumblehome” — vertical wedges or “gores” must be cut along the sheerline to prevent the bark from bulging as the canoe takes shape. Once the gore is cut out, the V is closed and sewn shut. Henri seals all the seams from the inside as well as the outside. He prefers a mixture made from rosin, grease, and linseed oil to either natural pitch or a substitute he used on his earlier canoes which consisted of roofing tar and kerosene. The rosin-based sealer has been around at least since Thoreau traveled the Maine woods with his Penobscot Indian guide, Joe Polis, making it tradi­tional enough to suit Henri. It is also very effective, goes on neatly when properly heated, and over time, shrinks unob­trusively into the lashed seams.

The gunwale-thwart structure is next lashed into place, along with the small outside gunwale or cap which is about l-3/8″ wide, chamfered along the bottom outside edge. To accomplish the lashing, Henri pierces the bark with an awl and neatly winds several turns of root around the gunwales and bark with just enough space between lashings to ac­commodate the tops of the ribs.

Vaillancourt makes the stems from cedar — splitting a 1 “-square length into several laminations for three quarters of its length, bending them to the desired shape and lashing them together. The Malecite models Henri prefers display a simple but handsome profile, with the prow somewhat undercut and the moderate curve flared forward at the sheer. The top of the stem is visible between the protruding inwales, and the unsplit butt of the stem ends at the first rib. The stem is installed, and the ends of the canoe are sewn up before the ribs and planking are put in.

The 1/4″ planking in a Vaillancourt canoe varies from 4″ to l-1/2″ in width. Each plank is tapered toward the ends, offering a neat, orderly pattern of lines on the inside. Henri squares the ends and butts them flush beneath the center rib, rather than shaping the butts to a point and overlap­ping them, which is another popular method. The planking along the bottom is neatly laid into place before the ribs are installed, but the topside planks can be fitted only after there are enough ribs in place to hold them tightly against the bark.

Bending a set of satisfactory ribs for a birchbark canoe takes a practiced eye and great skill. There are no forms or jigs to assure consistency, and the final results are largely dependent upon the builder’s ability to derive accurate compound curves mentally, simply by looking at the wall-sided bark shape on the ground before him, and his dexter­ity in duplicating these images in the frames he is bending. During the process the hard-chined birchbark box must be transformed into a rounded, fair watercraft by the addition of these formed arches, and no one accomplishes this more carefully or with better results than Vaillancourt.

Henri uses a copper boiler to boil up the ribs, and when they are sufficiently supple removes them in pairs. Using either his foot or his knee as a fulcrum, he holds the ribs by both ends and carefully bends the wood to resemble what he projects to be a cross section of the canoe. The ends are then tied together, and five more ribs of decreasing girth are bent in the same manner and nested inside the first, forming a bundle of six bent ribs. It takes seven or more of these bundles to frame out a canoe, and to assure symme­try, each succeeding rib from a bundle will be placed in the opposite end of the canoe. It is the careful fitting of these ribs, sprung under tension with the ends held beneath the gunwales, that not only holds the planking in place, but also fills out the bark to a smooth configuration.

The ribs are allowed to cure in their bundles for up to a day before they are placed in the canoe. Once a rib is cut to its exact length, and a bevel cut along the two top edges, Henri puts it into the canoe, tilting it slightly until the ends fit into the chamfer on the underside of gunwale. Then, using a wooden maul and hammer, he drives the rib into its permanent position. He completes planking up the sides (all the way to the sheer) once there are enough ribs in place to sufficiently hold the planking in place against the bark. Then, one by one, all the ribs are installed to his satisfaction. Frequently a rib that doesn’t fit closely enough is removed for further soaking and rebending. This truing up and adjustment of the frames can be very time consuming, but Vaillancourt says it is absolutely neces­sary to achieve the fair hulls and taut bark skin which are among the trademarks of his work.

Final Details

At this time, the canoe may be turned over and the outside of the seams treated with pitch. The decks on a birch canoe are pieces of bark bent over the ends which are sandwiched between the inner and outer gunwales, the edges protruding from beneath the outwales a couple of inches. This flap is cut in an attractive pattern, and Henri further decorates the overlap with “winterbark work” — a type of etching process in which the thin, tough, brownish skin of the very inside of a bark is scraped away in a manner that forms a contrasting pattern or design against the lighter layer underneath.; the headboard — a small bulkhead arrangement near each end — is carved from cedar and notched to fit into the butt of the stem at the bottom and between the gunwales at the sheer, In profile the headboard is slightly arched to­ward the stem. The space ahead of the headboard is filled with moss to help the bow keeps its shape — especially critical in canoes with tumblehome in the ends.

A 1/4″-thick cap piece wide enough to cover both inside and outside gunwales and the lashings is then installed along the sheerline with wooden pegs or square-cut nails. Henri says that the cap not only gives the canoe a finished appearance, but also protects the lashings and adds rigidity to the sheerline. It prevents the gunwales from relaxing between the thwarts in subsequent years — forming hard spots at each crosspiece.

Henri has never painted the interior of one of his canoes, but in the 19th century it was not an uncommon practice, and he wouldn’t mind doing it if it were requested by a customer. Naturally, most bark canoe aficionados relish the rich, natural appearance of wood itself. He does lay on a coat of oil and turpentine, which accentuates the tone and highlights the contours in the new canoe as well as affords some protection. The bow of the canoe is often decorated with a painted fleur-de-lis or other appropriate symbol, and simple designs are sometimes painted in Indian fashion on the panels sewn in along the sheer.

16′ old-form Algonquin birchbark canoe with the squared end bow variation

14 foot Abnaki style birchbark canoe

18 foot Fur – Trade style birchbark canoe

All photos from Henri Vaillancourt’s website.

As noted, Henri’s canoes are found all over the world….in fact one was found by James Raffan in a pawn shop in Edmonton Alberta….definitely a weird place for a canoe of any kind….especially one of Henri’s.

Paddles up until later then….and check out more on this fine craftsman, Henri Vaillancourt.



Wipper Lecture: “Becoming Kirk Wipper: The Story of the Museum’s Founder”

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Nov 09 2013, 1:00pm – 4:00pm EST
ON, Peterborough, K9J 5K4, 910 Monaghan Rd

SAVE THE DATE! Wipper Lecture is on its way!

The 2013 Wipper lecturer is Dr. Beverley Haun.  Dr. Haun will be speaking about her experience researching and writing the book “Becoming Kirk Wipper: The Story of the Museum’s Founder”.  

The Wipper Lecture is a Member’s Only Event, and one of the many perks of becoming a Canadian Canoe Museum Member. If you are a Museum Member you can click here to register for this event. If you’re not a Museum Member yet, don’t dismay! Individual Memberships are $30 and can be purchased over the phone or in person. Contact Christina Skuce by email or phone: 705 748 9153 x 211 if you are interested in supporting the Museum through its Membership Program and attending this great event!

Appetizers and refreshments will be served. Cash bar will be available.  Meet the Author and book signing will follow the lecture.

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Why Canoeing Is Better Than Sex????

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I would now like to present the reasons for Why Canoeing Is Better Than Sex????:

Why Canoeing Is Better Than Sex: 

18 – You don’t have to hide your canoeing magazines….Canoeroots is just one of many paddling publications you read.

17 – It is perfectly acceptable to pay a professional to canoe with you once in a while. (Instruction in proper technique is important….hey I’m talking paddling here LOL LOL.)

16 – The Ten Commandments don’t say anything about canoeing.

15 – If your partner takes pictures or videotapes of you canoeing, you don’t have to worry about them showing up on the Internet if you become famous. (Well then you could end up on YouTube in a video like Kevin Callan sliding down a steep bank, being pulled down by a canoe….or struggling over a beaver dam….with music supplied by Dave Hadfield.)

14 – Your canoeing partner doesn’t get upset about people you paddled with long ago.

13 – It’s perfectly respectable to canoe with a total stranger. (Sometimes at clinics or courses, it’s even encouraged you paddle with someone you don’t know.)

12 – When you see a really good canoeist, you don’t have feel guilty about imagining the two of you paddling together. (Especially if that other Canoeist paddles like Becky Mason or Omer Stringer.)

11 – If your regular canoeing partner isn’t available, he/she won’t object if you paddle with someone else. (See #13 and #14 for more thoughts related to this.)

10 – Nobody will ever tell you that you will go blind if you canoe by yourself. (Remember the following words of wisdom: Paddle solo, sleep tandem. - Caroline Owen; Love many, trust a few, and always paddle your own canoe. – Anonymous; but then also remember that canoeing can be fun with a partner too….like some other things can LOL LOL.)

9 – When dealing with a canoeing pro, you never have to wonder if they are really an undercover cop….just whether they are certified instructors.

8 – You don’t have to go to a sleazy shop in a seedy neighborhood to buy canoeing stuff….I mean have you been to Mountain Equipment Co-op lately.

7 – You can have a canoeing calendar on your wall at the office, tell paddling jokes, and invite coworkers to canoe with you without getting sued for harassment.

6 – There are no paddling-transmitted diseases.

5 – If you want to watch canoeing on television, you don’t have to subscribe to the Playboy channel….maybe some of the nature or history based channels….come to think of it wouldn’t it be great to have an all canoeing channel….yes, Paddle TV with shows like Bill Mason’s films or those of Justine Curgenven….maybe a show called This Old Canoe, all about rebuilding and restoring an old wood canvas canoe.

4 – Nobody expects you to canoe with the same partner for the rest of your life. (See #11, #13 and #14.)

3 – Nobody expects you to give up canoeing if your partner loses interest in it. (I could have said see #4, #11, #13 and #14….or maybe even made a comment on how one never could lose interest in paddling….but I won’t….rather I’ll let Henry David Thoreau: Everyone must believe in something. I believe I’ll go canoeing. 

2 – You don’t have to be a newlywed to plan a vacation primarily to enjoy your favorite activity….although if you happen to be like the McGuffins, you could turn a honeymoon canoe trip into a life long affair.

And the number one reason Why Canoeing is Better Than Sex

1 – Your canoeing partner will never say, “Not again? We just paddled last week! Is paddling all you ever think about?” (I know many folks who are already planning the next canoe trip even as they are tying the canoe onto the car rack….after a month long trip….or in some cases, even sooner.)

But then being Canadian, this whole discussion of Why Canoeing Is Better Than Sex???? is very confusing….especially for a Canadian….I mean it has been said:

A true Canadian is one who can make love in a canoe without tipping.- Pierre Berton

Anyone can make love in a canoe, it’s a Canadian who knows enough to take out the centre thwart! - Philip Chester

And what other country would define its people by their ability to make love in such a vehicle? Certainly the Germans don’t do this with the Volkswagen “Bug”! - Roy MacGregor

As I observed here before in “Sex And The Single Canoe”: Another Look At Pierre Berton’s Famous Quote….Or Should That Be “Canadian Birth Control”????,http://reflectionsoutdoors.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/canadian-birth-control-another-look-at-pierre-bertons-famous-quote/:

I think that it might possibly explain the birth rate in certain sections of Canada….I mean love making in a canoe can’t be that comfortable. Especially in a wood canvas canoe….kneeling on ribs can be bad enough on old bones like mine so I can’t imagine anybody my age trying to actually make love in a ribbed canoe.

Now I’ve heard other versions of this quote….with such additional comments being made as “without tipping” (which might imply that real Canadians have some inborn sense of balance)….or making comparisons to making love in a canoe and American beer (implying that the “quality” of Canadian water has something to do with at least one or more likely both)….or even attempting to be “punny” about it all as in “Canadians can make love in a canoe….without being ‘thwarted’….and still take a ‘bow’….now don’t get ‘stern’….I know that’s this is a ’keeler’….sorry I was just ‘ribbing’ you….I guess you’re ‘gunnel’ just have to take it no matter what….now just ‘tumblehome’ with you” (sorry I learned bad puns from a master….thanks Kirk).

So trying to make love in a canoe just might be the answer to birth control….at the very least all you have to do is actually tip the canoe over and get an instant “cold shower”….but then that wouldn’t be very Canadian I guess.

Any way, whether canoeing is better than sex or not really shouldn’t matter….or even whether canoeing is sexy….no matter what the definition of a Canadian may or may not be….get out for a paddle….spend time in a canoe….it’s good for you….for so much of your life….who knows maybe even your sex life. At least I know you will have fun.

Paddles up until later then.


Anishinaabe Babamadizwin: A Journey By Canoe

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OVERVIEW:

The Ojibway or Anishinaabe people were canoe people. Taking a canoe trip certainly gets one back to basics….and in the case of Anishinaabe even  back to one’s traditions. This is very true with the young people.

One such example, undertaken over the last few years, is an outdoor adventure leadership experience (OALE) for youth (ages 12 to 18) from Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve, involving ten-day canoe trips. The main goal of the OALE program is to promote resilience and well-being.

Aboriginal youth face a number of considerable social, economic, and educational challenges. According to statistics outlined by the United Nation’s Human Development Index, the living conditions and quality of life Canadian First Nations is similar to that of many developing countries. A lack of education means that approximately 70% of First Nations’ students living on reserve will never complete high school, while unemployment rates are two-times that of the non-Aboriginal population. Health challenges which include obesity, diabetes, tuberculosis and HIV/AIDS mean that First Nations Peoples face a shorter life span than other Canadians, while suicide is now one of the leading causes of death among Aboriginal peoples between ages 10 and 24. The Aboriginal population represents the fastest growing youth population in the country. Aboriginal youth under the age of 25 represent more than half of the total Aboriginal population in the country.

The proposed project aims to limit the challenges and build on the strengths of Aboriginal youth and their communities, while supporting the value of culture and identity. A key component of this project will be the promotion of youth engagement through leadership activities, volunteer work and relationship building with other members of the community. The project will engage the youth and their communities in part of the design, development, and implementation of the program….from the canoe route selected and the equipment used….to how their community is properly represented along the canoe trip route (such as flags used….even artwork on canoes or paddles). This last part allows for increased community pride and ownership, both of which are key to a sustainable program.

The project deals directly with youth….many at risk….or in danger of becoming at risk. It could provide an alternative based on Anishinaabe culture and traditions. It involves a journey by canoe….a very traditional basis of transportation….but far more than just a canoe trip. It will develop leadership.

When one thinks of leadership, one can be reminded of watching a V-formation of geese in flight. The lead goose is sticking its neck out to break the air currents for the rest of the flock, thereby making it easier for the others to fly (as they “draft” in behind). But if you watch that V-formation long enough, you’ll see that the lead goose will eventually fall back and another one will come up to take its place. So a good leader will stick its neck out for whover is following, setting a good example for the others; but also a good leader knows when to let another lead, when to let others have a chance. Obviously there is also the need to be a team player, and in working with others. All of which can be accomplished on such a canoe trip.

The Anishinaabe Babamadizwin: A Journey By Canoe would be a First Nations canoe project for Anishinaabe youth….using the canoe as a means to help these young people on their life’s journey. Such canoe trips could develop leadership skills as well as increase awareness of their Native culture and traditions. The youth participants return to their communities as future leaders. As example the youth could educate and motivate their family and friends about various environmental issues and possible solutions. Thus by engaging these Native youth on such trips awareness is brought to Mother Earth….the environment….wilderness….water….the Great Lakes….even First Nations rights.

A number of canoe trips would be undertaken from various Anishinaabe (Ojibway) communities from around Lake Huron and Georgian Bay, plus those along Lake Superior near Sault Ste. Marie, as well as from inland such as Temagami, North Bay, Lake Simcoe or even the Kawarthas….all ending up together at Manitoulin Island. These communities would be invited by a yet to be determined host community.

Such trips are thus centered around one of the Great Lakes….the traditional territory of the Anishinaabe people…..using many of the traditional canoe routes taken by the Anishinaabe people.

Such trips would involve wood canvas canoes….built by First Nations youth….for the trips. Hopefully 4 wood canvas canoes, specifically built for this project, could be painted by various Anishinaabe artists….and after the trip ends each of these canoes could be raffled off to further fund canoe projects in First Nation communities.

The journey taken by canoe will bring the Anishinaabe youth back to their roots through traditional canoe routes….but also help guide them on their own life’s journey.

The 3rd and FINAL QUALIFYING ROUND began TODAY (MONDAY NOVEMBER 11th)….ENDS MONDAY NOVEMBER 25th….IN THE FIRST COUPLE OF HOURS, HAVE ONLY GOT 5 VOTES….THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE TO QUALIFY….NEED AT LEAST 180 VOTES PER DAY….EACH DAY….TO REACH 2500 VOTES TO AT LEAST QUALIFY UNDER YOUTH AT RISK CATEGORY….http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf16979


The Old Canoe By George Marsh

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I offer this poem The Old Canoe by George Marsh, taken from the WCHA website, http://www.wcha.org/literature/theoldcanoe.html:

The Old Canoe

By George Marsh (Scribner’s Magazine, October 1908)

My seams gape wide so I’m tossed aside
To rot on a lonely shore
While the leaves and mould like a shroud enfold,
For the last of my trails are o’er;
But I float in dreams on Northland streams
That never again I’ll see,
As I lie on the marge of the old portage
With grief for company.

When the sunset gilds the timbered hills
That guard Timagami,
And the moonbeams play on far James Bay
By the brink of the frozen sea,
In phantom guise my Spirit flies
As the dream blades dip and swing
Where the waters flow from the Long Ago
In the spell of the beck’ning spring.

Do the cow-moose call on the Montreal
When the first frost bites the air,
And the mists unfold from the red and gold
That the autumn ridges wear?
When the white falls roar as they did of yore
On the Lady Evelyn,
Do the square-tail leap from the black pools deep
Where the pictured rocks begin?

Oh! the fur-fleets sing on Timiskaming
As the ashen paddles bend,
And the crews carouse at Rupert House
At the sullen winter’s end;
But my days are done where the lean wolves run,
And I ripple no more the path
Where the gray geese race cross the red moon’s face
From the white wind’s Arctic wrath.

Tho’ the death fraught way from the Saguenay
To the storied Nipigon
Once knew me well, now a crumbling shell
I watch the years roll on,
While in memory’s haze I live the days
That forever are gone from me,
As I rot on the marge of the old portage
With grief for company.

Here’s a great video of old canoes (many from paintings of fur trade canoe scenes) using The Old Canoe with Music by D Bain written in 2005… words by George Marsh circa 1908 Scribners Magazine. Guitar – D Bain Vocals – A Marcon Bass – Maddog Bob Recording – R Munn.

 

 

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INDIGENOUS & INGENIOUS Saturday November 23rd At Gladstone Hotel

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INDIGENOUS & INGENIOUS

Four Unique Artists.  Four Creative Directions.

Indigenous & Ingenious, a one-day pop-up show and sale of works by Indigenous artists will be held at The Gladstone Hotel at 1214 Queen Street West on Saturday November 23, 2013 from 11:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.

Indigenous & Ingenious is an intriguing showcase of traditional and contemporary design aesthetics. It brings together four talented Indigenous artists. Jason Jenkins, Barbra Nahwegahbow, Mike Ormsby and Naomi Smith are unique artists who draw on their Aboriginal heritage in obvious and not-so-obvious ways. Their work, comprised of photographs, art cards, traditional beadwork, paintings and high-fashion jewellery will be on sale.

The Artists

Jason Jenkins

Just like the diversity in his life, Jason is the perfect mix. Of Ojibway-African and French heritage, Jason’s artistic path of cultural rediscovery has seen him build 15 years of experience as a multi-disciplinary artist. He’s a photographer, curator and DJ, and is the founder and creative producer for Toronto-based Going on Dreams, a company that has carved a place in the city’s competitive arts and entertainment industry in just six years.

He’s shot professionally for such events as the Irie Festival, imagineNATIVE, NXNE and Manifesto, and he’s also shot photographic stills on television and film sets, including the critically-acclaimed Empire of Dirt, a film that premiered at this year’s Toronto Film Festival. Jason has had both solo and group exhibitions. His photos are on display at Keriwa Café on Queen Street in Toronto. RasDigenous, a series that looks at the similarities between Rastafari and Indigenous cultures will tour with the documentary Rasta starring the granddaughter of Bob Marley, Donisha Prendergast. Jason’s curatorial debut project (2010), Red Runners was re-mounted in the Bata Shoe Museum for Planet IndigenUS in 2012.

Barb Nahwegahbow

Barb is Ojibway, born and raised in a family of 11 children on the Whitefish River First Nation near Manitoulin Island in northern Ontario. Her father supported the family by trapping, working as a fishing guide and doing pretty well any other kind of work that was available. Barb began designing jewellery several years ago and is largely self-taught. Having lived and worked in Toronto for many years, her designs are influenced by the urban environment and the more natural environment in which she grew up.

Barb loves to both design and wear bold and unique pieces that combine unexpected components. She uses semi-precious and precious gemstones and combines them with wood, nuts, seeds and seeds, or porcelain, resin, hand-felted or metal accent pieces. Vintage finds from antique markets also make their way into her designs.

Barb was commissioned by indie fashion designer Sage Paul to design jewellery for Synaptic City, Sage’s 2012 fall ready-to-wear collection. Jewellery designed by Barb was featured in a recent fashion show in Grimsby. Georgina Arts Centre & Gallery in Sutton, Thrill of the Find in Toronto’s Leslieville, and Nestje in Beamsville are some of the places that sell her jewellery. In addition to being a jewellery artist, Barb is a community activist and writer. Barb’s work and her blog may be viewed at: http://www.bluedawnjewellery.com.

Mike Ormsby

Mike is primarily a visual artist and works in oils and acrylics, and digital and graphic design. He also works with wood, creating things like canoes, snowshoes and cradleboards, and carves in antler, stone and wood. Largely self-taught, Mike was mentored by the late Anishnabe artist Norman Knott. He worked with 7th Generation Image Makers when it was first formed and has been involved in arts workshops for youth. Through his art, writing and storytelling, Mike tells the story of the Anishnabek, sharing the culture, teachings and traditions.

“I believe that art is more than just a window into the soul,” says Mike. “I believe that the arts can be a way to better understand ourselves, each other, and to know about our culture and traditions. To know where one is going, one must know where one has come from.”

Naomi Smith

Naomi is a Native Artisan and Educator. An early awareness of her First Nations heritage forged a strong interest in Native American beadwork, adornment and textiles. She is actively involved in educating others about the ways of the First Nations people of the Woodlands and Northeastern area from a historical and contemporary perspective often through the story of beads. For over 15 years Naomi has designed and created traditional Native Beadwork, Leather craft, Moose Hair Embroidery, Quill work, Sweetgrass or birch bark basket making and adornment, always valuing these Sacred materials throughout her creative process.

Naomi says, “Honouring our traditions is my voice within and beyond my Culture and Community. Traditionally there is no word for “art” in Native languages yet artistry and visual expression are critical in defining who we are as First Nations people. It is this path I wish to exemplify through my teachings and my work.”

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Photos From Indigenous and Ingenious

Some Seasonal Cartoons From Paul Mason’s Bubble Street….And Some Of His Cool Christmas Ornaments

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A couple of weeks left before Christmas….hard to find a gift for that paddler on your shopping list????….especially if they have all the paddles and boats they need????….OK OK you can never have too many paddles or ever enough boats….but then:

 

Originally published December 16, 2008.

 

Originally published December 20, 2005.

From Paul Mason’s Bubble Street cartoon website,  http://www.bubblestreet.ca/.

Paul Mason also has some very cool Christmas ornaments available through his website, http://www.bubblestreet.ca/all_ornaments.html:

 

 

Paul Mason, part of the famous Mason clan, has been mentioned on here before….in fact I mentioned his great selection of Christmas ornaments last year around this time….and I’ve posted some of Paul’s great cartoons too….but I don’t think one can say enough about Paul’s work….I think Paul is as skilled with a cartoonist’s pen or pencil as his sister Becky is with a paddle at canoe ballet….of course, Paul is an amazing paddler in his own right too (and Becky is a great artist)….having starred in many of his Dad’s canoe films….and also know for his open boat whitewater playboating (such as bouncing down waterfalls….that’s playboating?!?!? LOL LOL)….any way, check out Paul’s work….and maybe you can still order some of the Christmas ornaments in time to put them on your tree this year.

Paddles up until later then.



‘Twas Out Paddling….

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‘Twas out paddling my favourite wood canvas canoe mere days before Christmas

The lake still being open with weather so balmy that no snow had yet come to pass

Still the water was more than quite frigid and so brisk was the early morning air,

Maybe too windy to be out in a canoe, but it wasn’t a gale force blow so I didn’t care.

I paddled over to the far side of the lake to where a river spilled in

Landing my canoe at the portage next to the whitewater roaring.

I sat on a rock in the warming sun wearing layers of fleece under my old PFD,

Right next to the moving water, leaning my back up against an overhanging tree.

When further upstream there arose such a clash

I was startled, and slipped, and fell in with a splash.

My glasses went one way, my paddle went another.

Cold water went down my back….more than a bother.

The gleam of the sun on the river around,

Was lovely, but heck, I was going to drown!!!!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?

One of those tupperware boats. Was my rescue near?

This bright red canoe had a jolly old fella, rather too fat to fit into a solo playboat,

With such a wide girth it was hard to imagine how his canoe could ever stay afloat

Even through the rapids he teetered, bouncing off each and every big rock.

This old guy looked to have enough of his own big trouble, I thought with a shock.

But he slid in so slowly, so graceful, even stopping to surf the waves in one huge hole

As if none of the river’s challenges had ever required him to have to attempt a roll

And then he glided in softly, as smooth as can be,

Into the eddy, bothering nothing except maybe me.

And then in a twinkling he popped out of his craft

Like a cork from a bottle, I shouldn’t have laughed.

With flowing long hair and very scruffy beard, all of which were quite white

His unkempt appearance, complete with such frosted whiskers was really a sight.

He looked like he had been on the trail for far too many weeks

His canoe was covered in duct tape to prevent any further leaks

His paddling jacket encircled his ample frame

With pockets full of gadgets, too many to name.

He waded right in to help pull me out of the water where I’d fallen

He didn’t waste a second or even a minute standing around or stalling

Then just as fast back out in his canoe, twirling his paddle high over the top of his head

He chose to surf the waves or play in an eddy rather than accept my praise or thanks instead

Yet he still hadn’t spoken a word but went straight to his fun,

And he portaged his canoe back for yet another river run.

But before putting in, he turned to me and said “I got something to tell ya”

“I’m Santa Claus….although I’m still mistaken for that Bill Mason fella.”

He sprang to his red tupperware boat, out into the current with a good pushing.

And then he shot downstream with a splash and nothing from rocks to cushion.

Now I’d have thought old St. Nick would be more of a traditionalist in his choice of boat

Something all wood or a canoe of wood and canvas with a shiny red painted coat

Something in keeping with his image (and likeness to such a famous paddler of Chestnut canoes)

Yet it appeared that Santa had taken to the synthetic materials and much more modern views

But I heard him exclaim as he drifted almost completely from sight.

“Always paddle safe, and remember to keep your canoe upright.

I have a number of canoes and kayaks up at the North Pole

And my favourite wood canvas just isn’t the easiest to roll

Although I’d have far more room for all these gifts in a Prospector

These tiny play boats don’t have enough space to properly store

Now I’ll have to get used to making my deliveries by paddling a boat

Because a sleigh and twelve reindeer just never could float

With global warming and polar ice caps beginning to melt, raising water levels so high

Soon a canoe could be the only answer to getting around rather than having to fly

Although I admit it won’t be so easy once the snow has started to fall

But for now let me just wish a Merry Christmas to all.”

And with that old St. Nick was very much gone

His concern about the environment was obviously quite strong

But I liked his choice of a canoe of any type as a mode of transportation

So I’ll just add Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to the whole paddling population!!!! – Mike Ormsby


The Thirteen Moons of ‘Nishness’

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We are nearly at the end of another year. So this got me to thinking about the calendar….the months in the year….plus being that we are near to Christmas….so I thought I might write something based on a Christmas song but that incorporates some of what it might mean to be Anishinaabe. First some background though….

Combining the explanations from both Anishinaabemdaa: Thirteen Moons and the Turtle and Thirteen Moons: About 13 Moons:

In Anishinaabe (Ojibway) culture, we are taught that a piece of mother earth was put on the turtle’s back after the great flood.  The world was created when muskrat brought mud from the bottom of the flood to be placed on turtle’s back. Nanabozho saw that the back of the turtle had thirteen sections, which he  compared to the thirteen moons of the year. (The turtle’s shell has thirteen central plates, called scutes.) The traditional Anishininaabe calendar year follows a 13 moon lunar cycle. The names of each moon are influenced by natural phenomena, animal activity, and cultural practices and beliefs. These thirteen moons are now known as months and only twelve  are recognized on a calendar.

From Anishinaabemdaa: Thirteen Moons and the Turtle are the Thirteen Moons:

Manidoo giizis - Spirit moon – January

Makwa giizis - Bear moon – February

Naabidin giizis - Snow crust moon – March

Bopogaame giizis - Broken snowshoe moon – March/April

Ziisibaakadake giizis - Sugar moon - April

Nmebine giizis - Sucker moon – May

Waabgonii giizis - Blossom moon – June

Miin giizis - Berry moon – July

Mnoomni giizis - Rice moon – August

Waabagaa giizis - Changing leaves moon – September

Bnaakwii giizis - Falling leaves moon – October

Baashkaakodin giizis - Freezing moon – November

Manidoo giizisoonhs - Little spirit moon -December

Any way taking The Twelve Days of Christmas, I came up with the following:

 

The Thirteen Moons Of ‘Nishness’

 

On the first moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

An eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the second moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the third moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the fourth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the fifth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the sixth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the seventh moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the eighth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Eight dream catchers,

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the ninth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Nine Jingle Dress dancers dancing,

Eight dream catchers,

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the tenth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Ten bears so brave and strong,

Nine Jingle Dress dancers dancing,

Eight dream catchers,

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the eleventh moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Eleven pipe carriers,

Ten bears so brave and strong,

Nine Jingle Dress dancers dancing,

Eight dream catchers,

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the twelfth moon of ‘Nishness’,

My lovely kwe sent to me

Twelve traditional drummers drumming,

Eleven pipe carriers,

Ten bears so brave and strong,

Nine Jingle Dress dancers dancing,

Eight dream catchers,

Seven Grandfather Teachings,

Six geese a-flying-in-a-Vee,

Five golden feathers,

Four Sacred Medicines,

Three birch bark canoes,

Two turtle rattles,

And an eagle in a tall pine tree.

 

On the thirteenth moon of ‘Nishness’.

My lovely kwe sent to me

Thirteen wolves howling

At each and every moon.

Hope you liked this….dedicated to a certain Cree lady who has caught my attention….a lovely kwe of the Wolf clan (Mahiingan dodem)….and in closing I also wanted to share the following song “The Glue” by Shy-Anne Horvoka (which has sort of a canoe theme):


Show/Sale In Sutton December 9th

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Come out to the sale/show at the Georgina Art Centre and Gallery on Saturday Dec.9th:

biindigen xmas


Have Paddle Will Travel

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What sets a canoeing expedition apart is that it purifies you more rapidly and inescapably than any other. Travel a thousand miles by train and you are a brute; pedal five hundred on a bicycle and you remain basically bourgeois; paddle a hundred in a canoe and you already a child of nature. Pierre Elliott Trudeau

At this time of year many folks have packed up their canoes and paddling gear. Some are even preparing for next year’s trips….pouring over maps and route guide….getting ready to set off on a canoe trip. Such trips last from a few days to a couple of weeks. But there have been many long canoe trips over the history of paddling….so I thought I would highlight a few such trips.

Obviously the fur trade resulted in many long canoe journeys….these routes began with the French and then grew with the Hudson’s Bay Company and its Montreal based rival, North West Company….the Canadian Encyclopedia: Fur Trade Routes states:

Throughout the period of the historical fur trade, water routes were the natural “highways,” and canoes (later boats – principally York boats) the vehicles. The placement of trading posts depended on the presence of numbers of Indians willing and able to trade, and on the ease of transportation to and from them. In the Atlantic region, the absence of a dominant river system resulted in only a localized traffic in furs, but the French tapped a vastly greater potential via the St Lawrence River and its tributaries.

At posts at Tadoussac, Québec and Montréal, they received furs from the Montagnais,  Algonquin,  Huron  and Ottawa who travelled various rivers from the King’s Domain, or came down the Ottawa River from Lake Timiskaming and beyond. But most important to the later trade was the route the French themselves developed to the west via the St Lawrence, Ottawa and French rivers; by the 1740s they had extended it to the head of Lake Superior and thence to the prairies. After the conquest of 1759-60 this route was adopted by anglophone independent traders and then by the North West Company. From Kaministiquia (later Fort William) the route inland began at Grand Portage and twisted north and west through a series of rivers and lakes marked by over 50 tortuous portages. From Lake Winnipeg the traders headed west via the 2 branches of the Saskatchewan River; many went northwest via Methye Portage [Portage La Loche] to Lake Athabasca.

The other major route was that of the London-based Hudson’s Bay Company through Hudson Bay. When that company began to move inland in 1774 with the construction of Cumberland House on the Saskatchewan, most of its traffic inland was by the Hayes River from York Factory. In the direct competition that ensued between the HBC and other traders, the rivals paced one another westward across the prairies. Eventually the routes proceeded via the Howse, Athabasca and Yellowhead passes through the Rocky Mountains and down the Columbia River to the Pacific region.

After 1814 HBC ships rounded Cape Horn to service Pacific posts by sea. As the more southerly trade declined, traders moved down the Mackenzie River into the western Arctic and from the East Main (east coast ofHudson Bay) inland. Access to Fort Chimo and Labrador was generally by sea. After the merger of the NWC and HBC in 1821, shipments through Montréal ceased. 

This period of Canada’s history included many great explorers….many looking for new fur trade opportunities….Champlain La Salle, Radisson, Hearne, Pond, Mackenzie and Thompson are some of the notable names involved….from Canadian Encyclopedia: Alexander Mackenzie is this map:

Exploration, Western Interior

From Canadian Encyclopedia: Fur Trade Routes

Fur Trade Posts

As is summed up in It Takes 30: Guns, Germs And Fur Trade:

It was the fur trade that created the impetus for developing a vast network of transportation routes, largely based on canoes, that connected the interior with the growing settlements at the edges.  The trade also offered career options for fur company employees: guides, translators, navigators and negotiators, and especially the voyageurs who traveled deep into the mysterious interior of Canada to bring back the furs.  [The lives they lived look pretty miserable to us now: 14-16 hour days of constant paddling, occasionally interrupted by a portage, in which they would carry at least 180 pounds of furs — repeatedly — across rugged terrain.  They often suffered hernias, and they ate mostly pemmican (dried bison meat), but they sang a lot, and so are now considered deeply romantic figures.]

A normal voyageur contract for a so-called “homme du nord” was 2 years long, because it was impossible to get all the way up to the north and back before winter hit.   Many stayed much longer; one analysis of trader residence patterns estimated that the average trader spent 16 years in the interior.  Many traders married, or “married”, native women, and had children who were dubbed the Metis, now a significant ethnic group in Canada. Though the fur trade was important, the number of voyageurs was not enormous: in the first half of the 18th century, there were only between 50 and 150 employees of the fur trade companies in the interior, and even at the beginning of the 19th century this number was only ~1600.  Around 1870, the traditional fur trade ended, and so did the migration….

Some major fur trade routes, travelled by canoe and portage, from It Takes 30: Guns, Germs And Fur Trade.

From the HBC Heritage: Fur Trade is this description:

Almost from the beginning Rupert’s Land had been penetrated by independent fur traders. In fact, Radisson and des Groseilliers were merely the first in a very long line of such men. For the independents the existence of the Hudson’s Bay Company Charter was a minor annoyance rather than a real impediment to business. Realizing that no monopoly could be enforced where the Company had no presence, they staked their claims in the interior. Meanwhile Hbc established a small chain of forts along Hudson Bay, and waited patiently for the natives to arrive each spring with another season’s worth of furs.

Notwithstanding the travels of Henry Kelsey, Anthony Henday, Joseph Colen and others, who reported the presence of French traders inland, it wasn’t until1774 that the Company realized it had to protect its interests. When Samuel Hearne was sent inland that year to establish Cumberland House, Hbc’s first interior post, he situated it not far from Fort Pasquia (Opasquia; Paskoyac; modern day The Pas), a post founded by the sons of Sieur de la Verendrye in 1741. Hbc had begun to recognize that the amount of fur arriving at the Bay was being negatively impacted by the “pedlars” (as it called the French) who were choking off the supply at its source.

For the first few years the company existed as a series of short-term partnerships which lasted for one trading cycle each. But by 1783 the NWC was a permanent entity. Led by shrewd, courageous and enterprising Scottish-Canadian traders from Montreal, the NWC quickly built a commercial structure which spanned the continent, the first North American company to operate on such a scale. In doing so, it openly defied the Royal Charter.By 1784, another fur trading company had begun to have a serious impact on Hbc’s profits. The North West Company (NWC) was a partnership of nine different fur trading groups and soon became Hbc’s most powerful rival. It had been founded in 1779 when his support of a British embargo of the Great Lakes – intended to deny guns, ammunition and goods to the rebel Americans – led the governor of Quebec to refuse to issue trading licenses to the Montreal traders. Although persuaded to change his mind, the damage was done. It was too late in the year for goods to reach the farthest regions and many merchants suffered serious losses. It occurred to one of them, Simon McTavish, that the traders’ influence would be greater if they worked together. Not only would they have more clout, but they could pool resources, minimize risks and share the profits. The North West Company was born.

Unlike the sedentary Baymen, the men of the North West Company were constantly on the move. The Nor’Westers, as they were known, lived, wintered and worked mostly to the west of Hudson Bay. Vigorous competition for the fur trade took them over the Rocky Mountains and even to the Arctic Ocean. Most of the key explorers of these regions – Alexander Mackenzie, Simon Fraser, David Thompson and Peter Pond – were Nor’Westers. They showed their disdain for Hbc’s Charter rights by building their forts right beside those of Hbc at strategic trading points. One such location was Edmonton, where Hbc’s fort and the NWC’s Fort Augustus were neighbours.

The NWC was different from Hbc in significant ways. Based inNorth America it was owned and operated by men who were themselves active in the business. Many of the partners had themselves travelled into the interior and traded there. These hivernants – or “wintering partners” – well knew the business they directed and had a personal stake in the company’s success. They were, for the most part, Scots, and were bound by ties of nationality as well as close kinship through the clan structure. In contrast, Hbc’s directors and investors were primarily English noblemen and financiers, who governed the Company from afar. Their interest in the business was overwhelmingly financial and their actual knowledge of the trade was second-hand at best.

The NWC’s cycle was much longer and more expensive. Its voyageurs had to cover four times the distance overland as did Hbc simply to reach Lake Winnipeg. Canoe brigades leaving Montreal in late spring took 8 weeks to reach Fort William, the NWC’s great inland depot (modern Thunder Bay). There the previous year’s furs were loaded for the return trip to Montreal where they arrived in September. They would not be sent on to London for auction until April of the following year – almost a full year later.But the key difference between the two companies – and the one which would ultimately prove insurmountable to the NWC – was economic. The sea route to Hudson Bay, notwithstanding its attendant hardships, was a huge advantage. It enabled Hbc to benefit from a short business cycle. Ships could leave England, travel to Hudson Bay, offload goods, pick up furs and return to England in the space of about 5 months. A complete business cycle – from shipment of goods to return of furs in payment for those goods – normally took 14 months.

Detail showing trade routes for Hudson’s Bay Company and the North West Company, map by Jack McMaster, 2004, from HBC Heritage: Fur Trade.

Meanwhile the goods offloaded at Fort William were shipped further west and north, arriving at their final destinations before freeze up. Traders could not ship the season’s furs out until the following summer, after the thaw, for the return journey to Fort William and onward toMontreal. The complete business cycle was almost 2 years, closer to three if one accounts for the procurement of trade goods and eventual sale of the resulting furs inLondon. The further the distances travelled, the greater the costs incurred – and the lower the profit. As the NWC expanded to the Pacific Northwest and the Athabaska regions – both areas rich in prime furs – profit margins decreased.

I do recommend reading about the likes of Samuel Hearne, Alexander Mackenzie and David Thompson….and check out some of the BBC TV programs by Ray Mears, especially his Northern Wilderness series (which were reproduced on YouTube and are listed under the links to the left of this blog….incredible series….but I do wonder why a Brit can tell our history so well….so why not a Canadian????).

Towards the end of the fur trade era, George Simpson became the key player for the HBC….as the Canadian.ca: George Simpson describes:

Sir George Simpson, Governor of Rupert’s Land, Stephen Pearce, HBCA, PAM 1987/363-S-25/T78 (N13855), Painted 1857, Hudson’s Bay Company Archives, Provincial Archives of Manitoba, from Canadiana.ca: Pop-Up: Sir George Simpson.

George Simpson was born in Scotland. The unemployment rate was very high there so, at the age of 14, he went to England in search of work. When he was 30, his relatives found him a job with HBC offices in London. In 1820 he became the chief officer of a trading post. In 1820 he was sent to North Americato take charge should the company’s governor be arrested by the North West Company.

Simpson was made governor of the northern department in 1821 after the merger with the North West Company. He was described as cold hearted, but fair. He was good at making peace between the fur traders who had once been enemies. He was a strict businessman who did not want any waste.

He wanted the business to be run differently after the wild, disorganized days of the fur trade wars. As a result, he made surprise visits to trading posts to check on the employees. He got rid of unnecessary trading posts and fired extra fur traders.

Governor of Rupert’s Land on a tour of inspection (Governor George Simpson), L.L. Fitzgerald, (from a photo of a painting by Cyrus C. Cuneo), from Canadian.ca: Pop-Up: George Simpson In A Canoe. (NOTE: Simpson was a very formal person. When visiting fur posts, he wore a long black coat and a top hat. When he entered the post, he had a bagpiper playing music! See the bagpiper in the canoe.)

HBC York Boats at Norway House, Walter J. Phillips, from the HBC Corporate Collection, from Canadian.ca: Pop-Up: HBC York Boats.

(NOTE: York boats had flat bottoms and a pointed bow, and were based on a very old design – Viking longships. They could carry three times as many furs as the largest canoe, but had one big disadvantage: they were heavy and could not be carried the same way canoes could. For portaging, a road had to be cut through the trees and logs used as rollers for the boat to go over.)

Simpson realized the importance of finding new fur supplies. He also understood the value of conservation. When the fur supply was getting low in an area, he advised the traders to stop trapping the animals until the population increased again.

Efficiency was important to running a profitable business. Simpson decided to change the method of travel used by the traders from canoe toYork boats. This was because theYork boats could carry more supplies.

The fur trading area was divided into districts. Each district had its own supervisor. Simpson was put in charge of all the supervisors and became the governor in chief in 1826. He died in 1860. 

Simpson’s canoe journeys are described in Dictionary Of Canadian Biography Online: George Simpson

….Accompanied by James McMillan, Simpson left York Factory (Man.) on15 Aug. 1824in a north (or light) canoe manned by eight men and an Indian guide. This was the first, and in many respects the most remarkable, of his transcontinental journeys. The journal which he kept reflects the characteristics Simpson manifested throughout his life – exceptional observational powers, a compulsion to demonstrate courage and physical endurance in the face of adversity, and a passion for record-breaking speed. Six weeks after he left York Factory, Simpson overtook Chief Factor John McLoughlin’s party which had set out 20 days before him. McLoughlin, a veteran fur trader and former Nor’Wester, was on his way to the Columbia to take charge of the district. Simpson arrived at Fort George (Astoria, Oreg.) on 8 November, ending a journey of 84 days, 20 fewer than the previous record from Hudson Bayto the Pacific. During the next four months he and McLoughlin developed the plans that enabled the company to take the offensive against both the Russians, who were trading up the coast to the north, and the Americans, and eventually to dominate the fur trade from theColumbiatoAlaska. As part of this strategy Peter Skene Ogden was to conduct trading into the Snake River country to the south and McMillan was sent north in 1827 to establish Fort Langley (B.C.).

      Simpson left Fort Vancouver (Vancouver, Wash.) for the return trip in March 1825 and, once again travelling at record-breaking speed, reached the Red River colony two and a half months later. He then made his way to York Factory…. 

Later in the same article:

….Though his headquarters were at Montreal, Simpson’s passion for arduous journeys continued unabated. He still drove himself at a frenetic pace. In 1826 he travelled to York Factory to meet with the Council of the Northern Department, and after spending the winter months in Montreal he set off in the spring of 1827 on a trip that took him to Michipicoten (Michipicoten River, Ont.), where he convened the Council of the Southern Department, and then again to York Factory. Heading back towards Montreal, he made a tour of the territory covered by the Southern Department, going up the English River (Ont.), through the rivers and lakes of the Lake Nipigon district to the Albany River, down to James Bay, on to Moose Factory, the departmental headquarters, and finally up the Abitibi and down the Ottawa rivers to the St Lawrence….

Still later:

….Almost to the end of his life he continued his canoe voyages to various company posts. During his 40 years of service with the company, in fact, he made at least one major journey every year, with the exception of three years when he was in London. He explained this exhausting activity by the need to keep himself informed, but there was undoubtedly an element in his nature which required these repeated tests of his constitution. The travels also had a remarkable effect on him. He periodically suffered from eye trouble, but his vision seemed to improve when he stepped into a canoe. The depression which seized him several times during his life lifted when he went on his grand tours and he once noted, “It is strange that all my ailments vanish as soon as I seat myself in a canoe.” In 1850, however, he wrote that “the journeys to the interior & the duties I have there discharged for upwards of thirty years are becoming increasingly irksome, & unless circumstances may arise which appear to render my presence desirable I shall not in all probability recross the height of land.” ….

One of his amazing canoe journeys was written up as Peace River: A Canoe Voyage From Hudson’s Bay To Pacific By The Late Sir George Simpson, Governor Hudson’s Bay Company, in 1828, by Archibald McDonald (a former HBC Chief Factor) in 1872. (NOTE: This is an interesting read.) More on Sir George Simpson can be found in The Emperor Of The North: Sir George Simpson and the Remarkable Story of the Hudson‘s Bay Company by James Raffan.

In 1967, as part of Canada’s Centennial celebrations, a re-enactment of the the fur trade routes in Canada was put on, known as the Centennial Voyageur Canoe Pageant. In All Business.com: The Centennial Voyageur Canoe Pageant as Historical Re-enactment, Dr. Misao Anne Dean describes this event as:

In 1967, the Canadian Centennial Commission sponsored a canoe race across Canada as part of the national Centennial celebrations. The race, from Rocky Mountain House (near Edmonton) to the site of Expo ’67 in Montreal, followed a route that had been used by the North West Company in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries to transport trade goods and furs between Montreal and the isolated commercial outposts on the Saskatchewan and Winnipeg rivers, and in the North. Canoes representing eight provinces1 and the two northern territories, paddled by all-male teams of six (along with spare paddlers and a support crew), left Rocky Mountain House on 24 May and arrived at Expo on 4 September, to be welcomed by the Centennial Commission Chair John Fisher, and Secretary of State Judy Lamarsh in a live, nationally televised ceremony. The Voyageur Canoe Pageant was one of the most successful national Centennial events, with extensive radio and television coverage, and 67 front-page stories, 76 editorials and columns, and 4 complete colour supplements in local regional and national newspapers (Centennial Commission 1967). The arrival of the voyageurs in small communities was also a successful catalyst for local celebrations; sporting headbands and bright red Centennial sashes, team members participated in countless official welcomes, historical re-enactments, bison barbeques, sprint races, beauty pageants, parades, and other Centennial events organized specifically to mark their passage.

The CBC Archives: The Canadian Voyageur Canoe Pageant contains a radio broadcast of the opening of the event, described as:

Ten canoes plus 100 men racing over 3,300 miles in 104 days equals one big Centennial project. It’s Canada’s 100th birthday this year, and the Centennial Voyageur Canoe Pageant is just one way people are celebrating the country’s past and looking to its future. The CBC’s Bill Guest hosts the network’s live radio coverage of the pageant’s launch on the North Saskatchewan River at Rocky Mountain House, Alta.

The competitors, representing eight provinces and two territories, are tracing a route through rushing rivers, along windswept lakes and across gruelling portages. It’s a way of paying homage to the fur-trading voyageurs and explorers who opened up the country, and spectators in the hundreds have turned out to watch the official start on a rainy day. CBC reporter Doug McIlraith talks to two team captains from Manitoba and New Brunswick about the journey ahead. 

Photo from the CBC Archives: The Canadian Voyageur Canoe Pageant.

Years later a participant for Manitoba’s Centennial Voyageur Canoe Pageant entry, Don Starkell completed what is likely the longest canoe trip ever….while at least this how the CBC Archives: The Longest Canoe Trip Ever describes it:

The longest canoe trip ever

Broadcast Date: Oct. 13, 1987

Medium: Television

Program: The Fifth Estate

Broadcast Date: Oct. 13, 1987

Guest(s): Don Starkell, Dana Starkell, Jeff Starkell

Host: Hana Gartner

Duration: 14:20

There may never be another canoe trip like it. On June 1, 1980, Don Starkell of Winnipeg and his two sons, Dana and Jeff, set out from the shores of the Red River on a mammoth voyage. Their quest: to paddle all the way to coastal Brazil via the Mississippi River, the Gulf of Mexico and the Amazon and Orinoco rivers in South America. Jeff left in despair in Mexico, leaving Don and Dana to attempt the most arduous part of the journey. As illustrated in this 1987 report from CBC-TV’s the fifth estate they were shot at, robbed and jailed, and endured persistent physical agony. But incredibly and against all the odds, they made it.

The longest canoe trip ever (some additional facts)

• Don Starkell was born December 7, 1932 in Winnipeg. His childhood involved stays in an orphanage and in a foster home. He took up canoeing in his teens and at age 17 was named most outstanding novice at the city’s Kildonan Canoe Club.• As shown in this clip, Don was a member of the winning team in the 1967 Centennial Voyageur Canoe Pageant. The 104-day race began at Rocky Mountain House, Alberta and ended in Montreal, the site of Expo 67.

• In 1973, Dana and Jeff were just 12 and 11 years old when the three climbed Banff’s Mount Rundle, a 9,000-foot summit.

• The Winnipeg to Belem voyage involved two lengthy recuperation periods, from November 1980 to February 1981 in Veracruz, Mexico (where Jeff departed) and from October 14, 1981 to January 1, 1982 in Trinidad. The trip ended at Belem, Brazil on May 2, 1982.

• In 1986, Guinness World Records recognized Don and Dana Starkell for having completed the longest canoe journey ever, a distance of 19,603 kilometres (12,181 miles).

• In 1990, Don Starkell set out to trace the Northwest Passage by kayak. The 4,830 kilometre trip took him three years and had to be terminated less than 60 kilometres from its end point at Tuktoyaktuk, NWT, due to frostbite and encroaching winter temperatures. Starkell lost the tops of his fingers and some of his toes.

• Victoria Jason was Starkell’s partner on some of that Arctic trip. She is the first woman to paddle solo through the Northwest Passage and wrote a book on the adventure, Kabloona in the Yellow Kayak. In it, Jason is very critical of Starkell and his canoeing style. Starkell responded to the criticism in an interview with the canoeing website Che-Mun. He said that he trained Jason personally and made compromises so that she could accompany him on the trip.

• Starkell is the author of two books. Paddle to the Amazon details the two-year journey from Winnipeg to Brazil. Paddle to the Arctic recounts the Northwest Passage expedition.

• Starkell was inducted into the Manitoba Sports Hall of Fame and Museum in 2006.

As mentioned above, Don Starkell is the author of two books: Paddle to the Amazon details the two-year journey from Winnipeg to Brazil….Paddle to the Arctic recounts the Northwest Passage expedition. Both books are well worth reading. So is the book by Victoria Jason, Kabloona in the Yellow Kayak.

There have been others who have journeyed far in canoes….such as the story of Nathaniel H. Bishop and this incredible journey by paper canoe he took (which I mentioned in Reflections On the Outdoors Naturally: Paper Canoe)….it was described in his book Voyage of the Paper Canoe: A Geographical Journey of 2500 Miles, From Quebec to the Gulf of Mexico, During the Years 1874-5. Another online resource about this amazing journey was Path and Paddle: Paper Canoe, which describes the part of his trip through Florida….as well as a bit about the journey itself….I thought it would be great to reproduce that article here:

Voyage of the Paper Canoe; a geographical journey of 2500 miles, fromQuebec to the Gulf of Mexico, during the years 1874-5

In the summer of 1874 Nathaniel Holmes Bishop and an assistant set out on a 2,500 mile paddle from Quebec to Florida’s Cedar Keys on the Gulf of Mexico. Some 400 miles into the trip, he swapped his 18-foot wooden canoe for an innovative and much lighter weight paper canoe, designed and constructed by Elisha Waters & Sons of TroyNew York.

The 37-year old outdoorsman, who had already authored a previous trekking tale entitled One Thousand Miles Walk Across South America, dismissed his helper and resumed a solo canoe journey, dedicating his narrative of the trip to the employees of the U.S. Coast Survey Bureau.

The final chapter of the Voyage of the Paper Canoe begins at Lower Mineral Springs on the Suwanee River after a 35-mile portage. Bishop is joined by a party of friends, including Major John Purviance, Commissioner of Suwanee County, who offered to escort the paper canoe down “the river of song.”

This is an excerpt from N.H. Bishop’s fascinating journal:

It was nearly ten o’clock A. M. on Friday, March 26th, when our merry party left Old Town hammock. This day was to see the end of the voyage of the paper canoe, for my tiny craft was to arrive at the waters of the great southern sea before midnight. The wife and daughters of our host, like true women of the forest, offered no forebodings at the departure of the head of their household, but wished him, with cheerful looks, a pleasant voyage to the Gulf. The gulf port of Cedar Keys is but a few miles from the mouth of the Suwanee River. The railroad which terminates at Cedar Keys would, with its connection with other routes, carry the members of our party to their several homes.

The bright day animated our spirits, as we swept swiftly down the river. The party in the shad-rowed merrily on with song and laughter, while I made an attempt to examine more closely the character of the water-moccasin — the Trigono cephaluspiscivorus of Lacepede, — which I had more cause to fear than the alligators of the river. The water moccasin is about two feet in length, and has a circumference of five or six inches. The tail possesses a horny point about half an inch in length, which is harmless, though the Crackers and Negroes stoutly affirm that when it strikes a tree the tree withers and dies, and when it enters the flesh of a man he is poisoned unto death.

The color of the reptile is a dirty brown. Never found far from water, it is common in the swamps, and is the terror of the rice-field Negroes. The bite of the water moccasin is exceedingly venomous, and is considered more poisonous than that of the rattlesnake, which warns man of his approach by sounding his rattle.

The moccasin does not, like the rattlesnake, wait to be attacked, but assumes the offensive whenever opportunity offers, striking with its fangs at every animated object in its vicinity. All other species of snakes flee from its presence. It is found as far north as the Peedee River of South Carolina, and is abundant in all low districts of the southern states. As the Suwanee had overflowed its banks below Old Town Hammock, the snakes had taken to the low limbs of the trees and to the tops of bushes, where they seemed to be sleeping in the warmth of the bright sunlight; but as I glided along the shore a few feet from their aerial beds, they discovered my presence, and dropped sluggishly into the water. It would not be an exaggeration to say that we passed thousands of these dangerous reptiles while descending the Suwanee. Raftsmen told me that when traversing lagoons in their log canoes, if a moccasin is met some distance from land he will frequently enter the canoe for refuge or for rest, and instances have been known where the occupant has been so alarmed as to jump overboard and swim ashore in order to escape from this malignant reptile.

Maria Theresa specifications

length: 14 ft

beam: 28 ft 8 in.

amidships depth: 9 in.

bow height: 23 in.

stern height: 21 in.

weight: 58 lbs.

The canoe’s paper skin was about one eighth of an inch thick. The craft was fitted with a pair of removable steel outriggers, two seven foot spruce oars and a double paddle of similar length. The mast and sail—which proved useless and were soon discarded—weighed six pounds.

Bishop provides other details:

“When I took on board at Philadelphia the canvas deck-cover and the rubber strap which secured it in position, and the outfit—the cushion, sponge, provision-basket, and a fifteen-pound case of charts—I found that, with my own weight included (130 lbs.), the boat and her cargo, all told, provisioned for a long cruise, fell considerably short of the weight of three Saratoga trunks containing a very modest wardrobe for a lady’s four weeks’ visit at a fashionable watering-place.”

“She’s the dog-gonedest thing I ever seed, and jist as putty as a new coffin!”  – A river raftsman admiring the Maria Teresa’s beautiful finish.

An0ther to travel far by paddle was the amazing American paddler, Verlen Kruger….according to Wikipedia: Verlen Kruger:

Verlen Kruger (June 30, 1922 – August 2, 2004) was a canoe enthusiast who paddled over 100,000 km (62,000 mi) in his lifetime according to the Guiness Book of World Records, all the more remarkable because he did not start until age 41. Of particular note are the 29,341 km (18,232 mi) Two Continent Canoe Expedition and the 45,130 km (28,040 mi) Ultimate Canoe Challenge, the longest canoe journey ever.

Verlen Kruger.com has more information….including a wonderful book  All Things are Possible, The Verlen Kruger Story: 100,000 Miles By Paddle by Phil Peterson….as well as maps of Verlen’s incredible journeys:

Cross Continent Canoe Safari (CCCS) 1971  

The CCCS was Verlen’s first major paddling trip. Following a route sometimes called the Fur Trade Route, he and CLint Waddell paddled a tandem canoe from Montreal to the Bering Sea. No one had ever managed this 8,000-mile trip in less than a year due to annual freeze-ups along the route, but Verlen and Clint made it in 176 days. Instead of waiting for the ice to break up in Montreal, they portaged their canoe and gear 40 miles miles to reach open water.

Ultimate Canoe Challenge (UCC) 1980-1983  

Verlen and Steve Landick’s UCC was five years in the planning. They began their monumental trip in Red Rock, Montana and ended it 3-1/2 years later in Lansing, Michigan. Over the course of their 28,000-mile-plus trip, they paddled through or along the borders of most of the states. The UCC included two especially impressive stretches: upstream on the entire Mississippi River and upstream on the Colorado River all of the way through the Grand Canyon.

Two Continent Canoe Expedition (TCCE) 1986-1989   

Verlen and his partner, Valerie Fons, began the TCCE in Inuvik, Northwest Territories in Canada and rounded Cape Horn about 2 1/2 years later. This 21,000-mile trip included open-ocean stretches, during which Verlen and Valerie were out of sight of land for a day or more. Verlen and Valerie encountered severe flooding in many parts of South America and frequently slept in their canoes instead of making a camp.

Mississippi Challenges 1984, 2001, 2003  

In addition to the upstream paddle that he and Steve made during the UCC, Verlen also paddled down the Mississippi’s entire length. The first trip was the Eddie Bauer Challenge in 1984 with Valerie Fons, for which they earned a Guinness World Record. Verlen’s next trip downstream was in 2001, when he and Bob Bradford were the paddlers for the Team Kruger in the Great Mississippi River Race for Rett Syndrome. In 2003 Verlen did not paddle, but instead was Race Director and part of Team Hope’s shore crew.

 

And the amazing thing is that Verlen Kruger didn’t start until he was 41….so there’s still hope for me LOL LOL.

On Canadian Canoe Routes Forum: Paddle Across Canada, a query was posted about paddling solo across Canada from east of the Rockies to the Atlantic…..one of the replies was this:

It’s a great idea, and it sounds like you’ve already made the biggest decisions: which direction to go, and whether or not to cross the Rockies. West to East is the much quicker direction. It saves you paddling up one of the long, fast rivers that flow down from the Rockies.  So now you just have to pick which one of these rivers you want to cruise down. The 3 obvious candidates are (in order of route “easiness”, with the quickest first):

  1. North Saskatchewan River Start at Rocky Mountain House (or right at the base of the Rockies at Saskatchewan River Crossing in Banff National Park)
  2. Athabasca River Start at Jasper, paddle to Fort McMurray, turn up the Clearwater, over the Methye Portage, down the Churchill River to the Frog Portage, then down the Sturgeon Weir River to meet the Saskatchewan at Cumberland House. Be warned, though: between Jasper and Fort Mc, the Athabasca River has some large rapids on it.
  3. Peace River Start at Summit Lake/Giscome Portage, follow Crooked/Pack River down to Williston Lake, then down Peace River to Lake Athabasca, up Athabasca River to Fort McMurray, then as per route 2. You could maybe even start at the logging road bridge over the Parsnip River and paddle the short distance to the watershed between Arctic Lake and Portage Lake before flying down the Peace River.

All 3 rivers have fairly fast currents so paddling downstream will be quick.

In terms of time, and best months…basically this will take all the paddling season available. Start as soon after ice break-up as you can bare. Since you’ll probably be starting on one of the big rivers, break-up will be earlier than if you started on a lake (the rivers open-up quicker than the lakes). Late April might be as ambitious as you could really expect to be. You’re likely to make Montreal or Quebec City sometime between late September and November.

Your proposition is very ambitious, but don’t let other people put you off. You can certainly do it if you have the determination. I’d strongly recommend the North Saskatchewan route to maximise your chances of success. It’s by far the easiest. Both the Athabasca and Peace rivers are in the Arctic watershed, which means extra upstream work and portaging. The entire North Saskatchewan route from RMH (Rocky Mountain House) to Montreal has only one short stretch of real upstream paddling: the Rainy River (only 130km or so). The other sections which on paper look upstream have very little current. The French River, the Winnipeg River (thanks to some dams) and Quetico’s miscellaneous rivers are of the “pool and drop” variety typical of the shield. It just means a few extra portages around rapids you might have run going the other way. 

In the same response was added information on other such expeditions:

In 2004, Joe O’Blenis attempted to cross from near Kittimat BC to Nova Scotia. This was essentially the Peace River route with the addition of a monster portage up the mountains in BC plus a run down the Nachako and a trip up a short part of the Fraser. He burned out at La Loche (after the Methye Portage) with a stomach bug. Having a few bits of gear stolen just finished him off (though he did get the stuff back). He ended up skipping the Churchill, Sturgeon Weir, Lake Winnipeg, Winnipeg River, Rainy River, Boundary Waters and restarted on Lake Superior. 

Max Finkelstein did the first year of his 3 year trip solo. He paddled from Ottawa to Cumberland House in only 3 months. Under the pressure of a tight schedule, he too almost burned out, skipping Lake Winnipeg. For his next 2 seasons, he chose to maximise his travel with the current, and he travelled with other people as much as he could arrange.

In 2004, Jean-Philippe Bellefeuille took the Athabasca route, starting in Jasper. He was more flexible, philosophical even, in his approach. Beaten by the opposing current, he had no qualms about taking a jet boat up much of the Clearwater River. He skipped Lake Winnipeg and the Rainy River. Some may consider these “cheats”, but remember, it’s your trip: you can do what you like, and you can make the rules. But these compromises meant that he made his trip sustainable and he made it home. He didn’t burn out.

As solo cross-Canada canoe trips go, the greatest achievment I am aware of is that of Chris Taggart. In the same year as Max Finkelstein, he started from Montreal, paddled his Old Town Penobscot (yup, didn’t even have a fancy light-weight boat) all the way across to and up the Churchill, and then (and this is the really admirable bit) made it all the way up the Peace River and over the Rocky Mountains watershed following Alexander Mackenzie’s challenging Parsnip River/James Creek route only to be frozen in the MacGregor River canyon. All in one season! He too burned out. Ric Dreideger of Churchill River Canoe Outfitters tells the story of watching this emaciated stick-man paddling into Missinippi on the Churchill. Chris had been feeding himself on only Kraft Dinners. Nonetheless, after a revitalising feed-up his single-minded obsession to continue drove him onwards. He was a little crazy, but there’s nothing like turning a weakness into a strength!

Ilya Klvana paddled from Prince Rupert to the east coast solo in a year (in a kayak) but other than that, I don’t know much about him. Still, west to east is definitely the way to go for speed.

As noted, Canada has had its share of long distance paddlers….Gary and Joanie McGuffin definitely should be included in this lot….they literally began their long distance canoe journey while on their honeymoon….a great online article, Paddler Magazine: The World’s Top Canoe Expeditions – From Voyageurs to Modern-Day Record Setters lists some of their achievements:

The Honeymoon Excursion (Gary and Joanie McGuffin)

Imagine two years of paddling from the Atlantic to the Arctic Ocean, starting from the St. Lawrence Seaway where the river is 50 miles wide. Now imagine two weeks of Hell dealing with huge sea swells, tidal bores and powerful rip currents that whip your tiny canoe between the shore and the middle of the river. Imagine cold sleeting rain and heavy winds. Now imagine this is your honeymoon, which is exactly what it was for Gary and Joanie McGuffin, possibly Canada’s most celebrated paddling couple.

When they first started out, the McGuffins had not expected such trouble from the St. Lawrence River. The north shore of Lake Superior was the place they feared most, yet when they arrived they found the lake in the grip of a long calm spell. The same cannot be said for Lake Winnipeg, which has an average depth of only 12 feet and was a huge frothing mud puddle with waves up to 12 feet high. At one point they were wind-bound for three days, and when the wind finally dropped, they paddled for 30 hours straight to get off the lake.

As they reached the end of their first summer in central Manitoba, the McGuffins were lost in a maze of marshes on the lower Saskatchewan. They found their way out by following flocks of white pelicans feeding in tiny riffles of current. After wintering in The Pas, Manitoba, the McGuffins continued north along the Churchill, but rather than portaging over the height of land into the Clearwater, they paddled up the Reindeer River into Reindeer Lake and then spent 40 miles paddling and portaging over the height of land into Wollaston Lake. From there it was downhill all the way into Great Slave Lake and the Mackenzie River. They struggled against monstrous waves as the Arctic winter closed in on them, and at the mouth of the Mackenzie they were greeted by snow and heavy winds blowing off the icecap. Four days after they were finished, the icecap sealed itself against the Mackenzie’s mouth.

Superior Journeys (Gary and Joanie McGuffin)

Few lakes inspire as much awe, respect and even terror as Lake Superior. The largest freshwater lake in the world is deep, cold and prone to huge storms that whip it into thundering fury. In addition, warm winds passing across the water’s surface create isolated fog patches, making it easy to get disoriented while navigating through large swells and currents, even with a compass and detailed charts. Stories abound of Voyageurs who lost their bearings paddling from point to point in the fog, and ended up capsizing in monstrous swells in the middle of the lake.

But the McGuffins were hooked. In 1989 they tackled a circumnavigation of the lake using two of Verlen Kruger’s Monarch canoes. It was a 2,000-mile sojourn that took them 80 days to complete, the first time the trip was completed in modern times. Along the way they experienced 15-foot waves, bone-chilling winds and fog patches which threatened to swallow them up. At one point while taking pictures from under a tree well away from the crashing rollers a wave steamrolled up the beach until it had buried them to their waists in foam. The McGuffins also saw spray from Superior’s waves whip the tops of 80-foot trees along shore.

Ancient Forest Odyssey (Gary and Joanie McGuffin)

In the summer of 1997 the McGuffins completed a 1,200-mile canoe odyssey through Northern Ontario, linking the last pockets of old-growth forest from Algonquin Park to Lake Superior. To raise awareness for the endangered forests they carried a laptop computer, a 32-pound satellite phone, solar panels, digital camera equipment and a 100-pound communication box. The McGuffins spent more than three months looking for old portage trails. At times it was like “bushwhacking with a canoe on their heads,” struggling along faint game trails littered with deadfall. Weighing just over 110 pounds, Joanie sometimes carried 100 pounds of gear as they fought their way through 12 previously unconnected watersheds. Because of the difficulty, on more than one occasion the couple was reduced to tears. They used the sat phone to do weekly radio interviews, and their laptop and digital camera allowed them to submit articles to 58 newspapers across Canada. A Web site was created, films were made, and a book is in the works for later this year.

Gary and Joanie McGuffin have written several books on these incredible expeditions….here are the titles so far:

Featured: Quetico: Into the WildSuperior: Journeys On An Inland Sea (autographed copy) Where Rivers RunGreat Lakes Journey: Exploring the Heritage Coast (autographed copy)

Photos from Gary & Joanie McGuffin: Books

As already noted there was Max Finklestein who has paddled in the path of Alexander Mackenzie, across Canada in over three years. Finkelstein spent six months over three years following the land and water routes of Alexander Mackenzie across Canada to the Pacific Ocean, a journey he chronicled in a book titled Canoeing a Continent: On the Trail of Alexander Mackenzie.  As the description of his book, Amazon.ca: Canoeing a Continent: On the Trail of Alexander Mackenzie states:

A highly personal account of the travels of Max Finkelstein as he retraces, some two hundred years later, the route of Alexander Mackenzie, the first European to cross North America (1793). Mackenzie’s water trail is now commemorated as the Alexander Mackenzie Voyageur Route.

More than just a travelogue of a canoe trip across Canada, this is an account that crosses more than two centuries. It is an exploration into the heart and mind of Alexander Mackenzie, the explorer, and Max Finkelstein, the “Voyageur-in-Training.” Using Mackenzie’s journals and his own journal writings, the author creates a view of the land from two vantage points. The author retraced the route of Alexander Mackenzie across North America from Ottawa through to Cumberland House, Saskatchewan, and paddled the Blackwater, Fraser and Peace Rivers, completing the trip in 1999. This route is the most significant water trail in North America, and perhaps the world.

Canoeing a Continent: On the Trail of Alexander Mackenzie

Photo from Amazon.ca: Canoeing a Continent: On the Trail of Alexander Mackenzie.

Max was also involved in another long distance trip that also resulted in another book….with James Stone he retraced the journey of Albert Paul Low, a 19th-century geologist and gifted mapmaker (and Max and James felt A.P. Low is among this country’s greatest explorers)….in the review of their book, Canada’s Iron Man: Retracing The Routes of Mapmaker and Explorer A.P. Low, on Ottertooth.com (Ottertooth.com: Canada’s Iron Man Retracing The Routes Of Mapmaker And Explorer A.P. Low), George E. Kampouris wrote:

They set out in early August, driving eight hours to Lake Mistassini. From there a floatplane ferried them to Lake Naococanne, another 300 kilometres north where they unloaded their 17-foot canoe and 150 kilograms of gear and supplies.

“Low would have taken weeks just to get to our starting point,” said Finkelstein of their inauthentic shortcut. “We didn’t have all summer.”

Ahead of them lay 1,000 kilometres of hard travel that would span five weeks, through 87 portages over rough ground, past abandoned trading posts in the middle of some of the most isolated country on Earth.

Max Finklestein and James Stone knew the 625 mile route from Naococanne Lake, near the geographic centre of Quebec, to the community of Waskaganish, where the Rupert River dumps its waters into James Bay would be tough – but not how tough. And they were wearing lightweight, fast-drying modern fabrics that were tougher than the wool and cotton garments worn by Low and his crews (Low reported that they were never dry and that the boots literally rotted off their feet). In the end, Max and James ran out of time, and had to be picked up 80 kilometres short of James Bay.

Jay Morrison was another cross-Canada paddler….originally he had planned to become the first person to paddle solo across Canada from the Atlantic to the Arctic Ocean in a single year, covering a distance of more than 8,000 kilometres starting in the ocean tides of the Gulf of St. Lawrence at Les Escoumins, Quebec, following the vast Boreal forest that stretches across much of northern Canada, and finishing where the Mackenzie River flows into the Beaufort Sea near Inuvik in the Northwest Territories….but as the CPAWS: Jay’s Great Canadian Canoe Quest points out:

To fulfill a long-held personal dream, and in support of CPAWS’ work to conserve Canada’s great Boreal wilderness, Jay Morrison paddled and portaged over 3,000 km across Canada between April 9th and August 1st 2006, along the historic trade routes established by the Aboriginal peoples and later used by European explorers and fur traders.

Jay’s amazing expedition started in the ocean tides of the Gulf of St. Lawrence at Les Escoumins, Quebec, and followed the vast Boreal forest that stretches across Quebec, Ontario and eastern Manitoba. In 2007 and 2008, he paddled another 5,000 km to the Arctic Ocean.

Jay’s Canoe

Jay’s canoe is an item of special interest in itself. After Jay built it himself, the canoe was decorated by artist Dot Bonnenfant with images of creatures symbolic of both Aboriginal culture and of the Canadian landscape. Jay has built several canoes in cedar and other wood materials, creating innovations that permit lighter weight with sufficient strength for wilderness tripping. For this trip, he has designed a unique wood and epoxy canoe inspired by the decked Verlen Kruger canoes intended for extreme big water expeditions, although lightened to allow single-carry portaging of the boat and gear over the Canadian Shield. At 16.5 feet in length and only 28 inches wide, this boat is built for both speed and seaworthiness. It weighs just 36 pounds.

The canoe is named in both the Algonquin and Ojibway languages: “Kida-Aakiinan” and “Daki Menan”, respectively which mean “Our Land” in the inclusive sense of being shared by all of the humans and creatures in it. This name honours the traditional values of the Aboriginal people which include decision-making for the long term (seven generations) and the taking only of resources from the land that can be sustained, values that much of modern society has yet to appreciate but will become increasingly important in the future.

Jay’s trip was written up in CBC News: Retired Bureaucrat Completes Canoe Odyssey: 7,000 Km, 150 Days:

Retired bureaucrat completes canoe odyssey: 7,000 km, 150 days

The Canadian Press

An Ottawa man has fulfilled a boyhood dream of a cross-Canada canoe trip, completing the final leg in northern Manitoba after paddling more than 7,000 kilometres over 150 days.

Jay Morrison paddles his self-built wood canoe on the Ottawa River, below Parliament Hill, in April 2006. The retired civil servant recently completed his cross-Canada canoe trip in The Pas. (Fred Chartrand/Canadian Press)

Jay Morrison, 58, a retired federal civil servant, stepped out of his canoe in The Pas on the weekend.

Morrison estimates he made four million paddle strokes on the journey.

He started his journey in the Gulf of St. Lawrence in April 2006 with the dream of criss-crossing the country through its lakes and rivers all the way to the Arctic Ocean. But four months later, he abandoned his trip in Manitoba after paddling through punishing headwinds and fog on Lake Superior.

In May 2007, Morrison resumed the trip in his canoe, which he built himself.

According to his online journal, he started on Lake La Loche in northern Saskatchewan, paddling north through Fort McMurray, Alta., and up the waters into the Northwest Territories.

By mid-July, he had made it to Inuvik at the edge of the Mackenzie Delta.

He then sent his canoe by truck and flew back to Alberta, where he continued paddling east into Manitoba, arriving in The Pas on Aug. 18.

Kayak Deck Art, Daki Menan

From Heritage Paddles: Sample Designs, taken by Jay Morrison. (NOTE: The artisan, Dot Bonnenfant described the photo as:  “My friend Jay Morrison paddled Alexander MacKenzie’s route – paddling across Canada. 8,000 kms - He built his own boat.Named Daki Menan (meaning ‘Our Land’), this canoe is one tough boat!!! Jay requested a design with specific animals to have their spirits accompany him on his voyage. Here’s his canoe, pre-trip, on his living room floor.”)

Another famous Canadian long distance paddler was Pierre Trudeau….in 1944 he wrote an essay called Exhaustion and Fulfillment: The Ascetic In A Canoe, found at Trudeau: PM, Patriot, Paddler….this essay came from a trip Trudeau took in 1941 with three others from Montreal to James Bay, up the Ottawa River, over the elevated land mass, and down the Harricanaw River. This trip crystallized his thoughts in many ways. As Trudeau wrote three years later:

A canoeing expedition….involves a starting point rather than a parting. Although it assumes the breaking of ties, its purpose is not to destroy the past, but to lay down a foundation for the future. From now on, every living act will be built on this step, which will serve as a base long after the return of the expedition….and until the next one.

There have been many long distance trips which didn’t end up very successfully….sometimes even ending in death….one such was a expedition planned by John Smith, from Peterborough, Ontario to Peterborough, England….across the Atlantic Ocean….solo….in a 16 foot Peterborough canoe….here are two capsules of this largely unknown attempted canoe journey:

From Peterborough History And Culture:

1934 – John Smith’s famous attempt to cross the Atlantic Ocean in a 16 foot Peterborough Canoe (“Pride of Peterborough”) begins and ends in his death in the Gulf of St Lawrence.

From Peterborough Museum & Archives Canoe and Boat Collections:

PG6A-35 / “Pride of Peterborough” A postcard showing John Smith sitting in his 16 foot Peterborough Canoe, christened, “Pride of Peterborough (1934). Smith attempted to paddle from Peterborough, Ontario to Peterborough, England in the summer of 1934. He perished after his sailing canoe was swamped in rough waters in the Gulf of St Lawrence.

This incredible story was written up by James Raffan in Canoeroots: Alone Across The Atlantic (Tumblehome: James Raffan, P. 16)….check out this amazing tale for yourself.

From Canoeroots: Alone Across The Atlantic (Tumblehome: James Raffan, P. 16).

The great online article, already mentioned, Paddler Magazine: The World’s Top Canoe Expeditions – From Voyageurs to Modern-Day Record Setters, which has such individuals listed as Samuel de Champlain, Alexander Mackenzie, Lewis & Clark, Simon Fraser, David Thompson, Verlen Kruger, the McGuffins, and many others, is worth checking out for more on the subject of long distance paddling. There is a brief capsule history of each of these canoe expeditions.

One of the paddlers mentioned was a Scot by the name or John MacGregor, who was probably the first to take long ‘recreational’ canoe trips:

John MacGregor: the Rob Roy 

Credit for turning canoeing from work to play can largely be handed to John MacGregor, yet another exuberant Scot with a magnetic attraction for publicity. During a trip through Canada in 1859, he paddled several canoes on the Ottawa River and immediately fell in love with the sport. Traveling onto Kamchatka he was soon introduced to northern kayaks, and when he returned to England he set to the task of building a canoe of European technology and Inuit design. His intention was to create a hybrid craft that was stable, durable and comfortable for long-distance tripping. 

In 1865 his canoe was finished, and he christened the covered oak boat the Rob Roy. With ample space below deck for supplies and religious tracts, he set off for a three-month paddling tour around France, Germany and Switzerland, which took him to more than 20 lakes and rivers, covering over 1,000 miles. The following year he published a book about his exploits A Thousand Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe which was quickly snatched off bookshelves on both sides of the Atlantic. His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon canoe clubs were spawned across North America and Europe, including the Royal Canoe Club, which was headed by the Prince of Wales a coup for MacGregor s mission. Gentlemen adventurers of the late 1800s turned from paddling around the European continent to grand explorations in the Canadian Northwest.

But one of the stories I was not aware of was the British duo of Neil Armstrong and Chris Macguire, who literally went on the longest canoe trip:

Expedition Britanica (Neil Armstrong and Chris Maguire)

Neil Armstrong and Chris Maguire say there’s no better way to beat a world canoeing record than to set off on a nearly impossible route with no planning or experience. Paddling out of Medicine Hat, Alberta, in an old Clipper Tripper in July 1993, these two Brits were supposed to be on vacation for three months. Little did they know they would spend three years retracing Don Starkell’s “suicidal route” to the mouth of the Amazon River.

Once on the Mississippi River their trip gained significant momentum, aided by the gallons of American beer they consumed along the way. They often stopped early to drink and tell tales until the bars closed, which meant sleeping in late the next morning. As a result, the two men nearly froze into the Mississippi during ice up. In Mexico the weather warmed, but the pair soon ran out of money. To finance the rest of their trip they learned how to make hats from palm fronds. On more than one occasion they also ran into would-be thieves. While camped in Nicaragua they were mistaken for drug smugglers and were fired on. They crawled for several hours through a mangrove swamp in the darkness before they managed to shinny down to the beach. Once in the water they let the current drag them out, and for the next two hours they drifted through the surf. It wasn’t until the next day that they managed to find their belongings in a small native village. They told the chief their story, after which he proclaimed everything a big misunderstanding. Still, he insisted the Brits pay for the gasoline, flashlight batteries and bullets that were used while pursuing them the previous night.

To avoid Colombia the pair opted to portage their canoe for 75 miles across the desert on the Guajira Peninsula, eliminating 210 miles of coastal paddling. Even with a modified boat trailer to help pull their gear, they suffered from heat exhaustion. The worst behind them, they arrived at Belem, Brazil in August of 1996. They had paddled more than 13,000 miles, breaking Starkell’s canoe record.

There will be future long distance canoe trips attempted….hopefully most will be completed safely….though some will fail, maybe even in death….yet surely records may fall….for as long as there are places to paddle….to put a canoe in the water….someone will think of dipping a paddle and setting off on a long distance journey….in 2011 there was the Trans CanEAUda Project, which I have posted about here before. Trans CanEAUda is a cross Canada canoe expedition and project being undertaken by 8 friends throughout the spring, summer, and fall months of 2011. They departed from Ottawa, ON, during the first week of May 2011, pointing their canoes in a north-westerly direction, paddling and portaging some 7000 kilometers in an attempt to  reach Inuvik, NWT, and the waters of the Beaufort Sea.

Paddles up until later then….and maybe you’ll decide to take your own long distance trip….though any distance is good….just being out on the water is great….so have paddle, will travel….whether for a few days….or for several months.

 


The Art Of The Wood Canvas Canoe

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My two old canoes are works of art, embodying the feeling of all canoemen for rivers and lakes and the wild country they were meant to traverse. They were made in the old tradition when there was time and the love of the work itself. I have two canvas-covered canoes, both old and beautifully made. They came from the Penobscot River in Maine long ago, and I treasure them for the tradition of craftsmanship in their construction, a pride not only of form and line but of everything that went into their building. When l look at modern canoes, of metal or fiberglass stamped out like so many identical coins. l cherish mine even more …Sixteen feet in length, it has graceful lines with a tumble home or curve from the gunwales inward …No other canoe I’ve ever used paddles as easily … The gunwales and decks are of mahogany, the ribs and planking of carefully selected spruce and cedar… - Sigurd Olson, Tradition

Although in later life Bill vehemently defended the virtues of his beloved Chestnut – his personal fleet included three, a 16′ Pal, a 16′ Prospector and a 17′ Cruiser – he could have been paddling any number of canvas-covered canoes built in the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s. In fact, there were on the market, for all intents and purposes, dozens of nearly identical models, made by various manufacturers in the United States and Canada, many of which had the model name “Prospector.” But, even as a class or type of canvas-covered canoe, the Prospector that became his favourite was entirely consistent with Bill and his view of the world. It was mostly made of natural materials – steamed white cedar ribs and planking; brass tacks and screws; cotton-canvas skin; and white ash or oak seats, thwarts and gunwales. It was solid; it was durable; it could be repaired in the field; and it moved quietly and responsively in all types of water. – James Raffan, Fire In The Bones

Wood and canvas canoes are strong, seaworthy, exceptionally responsive to the paddle and soothing to the human spirit – Hugh Stewart, master canoe builder, Headwater Canoes

Going down a river or crossing a lake in anything but wood-canvas is like floating on a linoleum rug. That’s just how it looks when you glance inside one of those types of canoes and watch the bottom flex and shimmer with the water. Whereas, in any wood-canvas canoe you have all these beautiful rich colors of the cedar planking and ribs, hardwood gunwales and decks, and caned seats. Even the smells are nice and directly relate to the environment you are traveling through. - Jack Hurley, canoebuilder

I suppose there would always be an argument for the different types of materials and canoe designs, but the wood-canvas canoe is one generation away from the birchbark canoe and was made for working and transporting people through the wilderness. It was designed and made out of materials that would stand up to miles and miles of flatwater and whitewater and portaging through very rugged and unexplored terrain. As a trip leader with kids and adults, I have safely traveled across many lakes in a wood-canvas canoe in conditions where other experienced paddlers in the new-design boats were either windbound or took on water during the crossings. - Jim Spencer, canoebuilder.

A Recipe For Success:

STEAMED CEDAR WITH CANVAS

An elegant accompaniment to fish.

Make ahead of time for relaxed visit with friends.

51 board feet of peeled and deveined eastern white cedar

10 board feet of combined ash, black cherry, and maple

2600 brass tacks

18 feet of 10 weight canvas

¾ gallon of oil base filler

3 quarts of varnish

2 quarts of paint

Assortment of beer to taste (chilled if possible)

Using a large shop, prepare all ingredients the night before. Early the next day preheat element to high heat. Bring an adequate quantity of water in a large pot to a tumbling boil. Steam ribs until al dente (flexible) and bend immediately while still tender. Let stand at room temperature to blend flavors until cool. Chop cleaned white parts of planking into long thin slices, (smaller pieces will fall to ground). Add bulk of brass tacks and planks at random until ribs disappear (careful not to tenderize planking with pounding of tacks). When ingredients become solid remove from mold and set aside. Prepare gunwales and decks by chopping fresh hardwoods. Snip to length and desired shape, introducing slowly for best results. Wrap with canvas skin; skewer with tacks along edges, leave middle open. Add both caned seats and center thwart until balanced. Inlay decks for garnish.

Use the same basic recipe for fifteen and seventeen footers. Quantities will vary including concentration of beer.

Well before serving time, press filler firmly onto bottom side of prepared carcass to seal in natural juices and let marinate. Heat entire hull at medium to high sun for about three weeks, covering occasionally, until fully baked.  From a separate pot, baste inside with all-purpose varnish to glaze ribs, careful not to drip, and let harden. Repeat occasionally. Meanwhile, whisk and and gently combine, until mixed but not runny, an assortment of fresh paint to color, stirring occasionally as you serve, and dressing the outside lightly from end to end. The condiments blend even better if allowed to stand for several hours until sticky topping hardens. (Careful not to undercook, but do not let baking temperature bubble surface.) Repeat spreading of additional layers on outer crust and again set aside and let stand until hard. Cover and store in a safe spot until needed. Present whole at room temperature, arranged attractively on an adequate bed of water. If desired, garnish with cherry paddles as a starter. Bon voyage. Serves 2 to 3. (Note: Depending on degree of festivities, presentation may be turned into a dip.)  – Don Standfield, fromStories From The Bow Seat: The Wisdom & Waggery of Canoe Tripping by Don Standfield and Liz Lundell.

A canoe must fill many unusual requirements: it must be light and portable, yet strong and seaworthy, and it must embody practical qualities for paddle, pole, and sail. It must reject every superfluity of design and construction, yet satisfy the tastes of its owner and safely carry heavy dunnage through unpredictable conditions. These demands will be met by a builder both meticulous and clever – one who, through resourcefulness and dedicated craftsmanship, can build a canoe that will be an everlasting source of joy. It will provide pleasures that continue throughout the four seasons: loving labors that extend from spring refit through a summer and autumn of hard work and play, and on through the winter layup period of redesigning, building, and improving the canoe and its auxiliary gear.

I hope the author’s text….will impart….a proper understanding of of the creation of simple, graceful canoes. It is sad that the practical knowledge and technical skill necessary to build them has remained virtually uncommunicated. One can only hope that revealing a part of this information will result in a clearer understanding of the special bond between the traditionalist canoeist and the wood-canvas canoe. For indeed, a canoe reflects the spirit of its builder and user that develops a character more akin to a living thing than to a mere object of possession…. - Clint Tuttle (canoe builder and instructor of wooden boatbuilding), from the Foreword of Building The Maine Guide Canoe by Jerry Stelmok.

Time spent in a wooden canoe of fine lines and able handling qualities is intoxicating. Restoring vintage canoes or building such craft from scratch can be consuming. It will ruin a man or a woman for any other work. This is not to dismiss all canoe builders as rapscallions, curmudgeons, or reprobates. But in the majority of cases there are the symptoms of an addiction, or at least a suspension of common sense where canoes are concerned. We are kin to the hard-bitten trout fisherman who stands out in the wind and rain breaking ice from the guides of his fly rod for a chance at an early season rainbow, or the railbird unable to resist the summons of the bugle, knowing it will be followed by the starting gun which will launch the thoroughbreds from the gates. We all know better, yet we simply can’t help ourselves. Why else would we devote our most productive years attempting to revive an industry that has not known real prosperity since before the Great Depression? Today, at long last, wooden canoes and their construction are enjoying a quiet renaissance, and this only encourages us, adding fuel to our dreams. - From the Introduction to The Wood and Canvas Canoe: A Complete Guide To Its History, Construction, Restoration, And Maintenance by Jerry Stelmok and Rollin Thurlow.

Beautiful things made by hand carry within them the seeds of their survival. They generate a spark of affection. For some it’s sentimental, for some it’s the art of the craftsmanship, for some the beauty of the finished boat. People love these things and try hard to ensure they endure.

The survival of the wood-canvas canoe (to paraphrase John McPhee) is certainly a matter of the heart; a romantic affair. The economics are unfavorable. In fact, the wood-canvas canoe’s most conspicuous asset and advantage is that it’s a beautiful piece of art. It’s the Shaker rocking chair of outdoor sport – handcrafted, simple, clean, and functional. There’s nothing in it that doesn’t have to be there, but all of the pieces add up to more than the parts. It works well and looks wonderful doing it.- From Honeymoon With A Prospector by Lawrence Meyer

My hands are on every stage of production. If you spend two or three months making something, it becomes a chunk of you, like for a painter.- Will Ruch, Ruch Canoes, Bancroft, Ont.

Nothing feels like a cedar-strip canvas canoe - Omer Stringer, a confirmed traditionalist

I have often written about the wood canvas canoe as a real art form. I thought I’d share some examples of art related to wood canvas canoes….

First  All Posters.com: David Cayless Posters includes two images of Cedar Canvas Canoe, Canada:

 

Both images by David Cayless.

Timberline Canoes: Canoe Art has an image called Cedar Moon, painted by Gordy Blair:

‘Cedar Moon’, painting by Gordy Blair.

Of course canoes figured into Tom Thomson’s story as we have seen already….and occasionally in his art. As I wrote before in Reflections On the Outdoors Naturally: Searching For Tom’s Canoe Continued….Tom Thomson: The Artist And The Canoe:

Few Thomson paintings actually have canoes in them. When he did depict a canoe, it seemed to be just part of the scenery. One such painting, simply entitled The Canoe, shows a lone grey canoe on the shore of a northern lake. But by looking at most of Tom’s smaller sketches, it is apparent that these were created from a canoeist’s perspective. Thomson often painted while he was in a canoe.   Tom included the image of a grey canoe in a couple of his paintings….could this be the same grey canoe as shown in the above photo. In December 2005 Joyner Waddington held an auction of works by Lawren Harris (a member of the Group of Seven) and Tom Thomson. These included a little-known oil sketch,  by Tom entitled Canoe and Lake, Algonquin Park, which sold for $369,600 (now that would have bought a pile of Chestnut canoes LOL LOL).


Image of Tom Thomson’s ‘Canoe and Lake, Algonquin Park’ courtesy Joyner Waddington, Joyner Waddington: Canadian Fine Art Auction Fall 2005: Tom Thomson, Canoe And Lake, Algonquin Park. Title: Canoe And Lake, Algonquin Park, oil on canvas, laid down on panel, signed Creator: Tom Thomson  7 ins x 10 ins; 17.5 cms x 25 cms  EST. $80,000 / 100,000  PRICE: $377,100.00  Painted circa 1912-13.  Provenance: Private Collection, Toronto  Literature: Dennis Reid and Charles C. Hill, Tom Thomson, Art Gallery of Ontario and National Gallery of Canada, Toronto and Ottawa, 2002, pages 157-169, colour plates 5-17 for related Algonquin works from the same period and of similar size and medium, in particular, for a painting entitled The Canoe (plate 6).  This work was included in Joan Murray’s catalogue raisonne of the artist’s work.

Tom Thomson also painted The Canoe in 1914, which is now in the Art Gallery of Ontario, yet another depiction of a grey canoe in Algonquin Park.


Image from Group of Seven Art.com, a fine arts reproduction company, Group Of Seven Art: Tom Thomson, The Canoe.  Note: This image incorrectly identifies this painting as from 1912.

From Jerry Stelmok: Artwork:

Begin The Carry (it usually feels like you have wings on at the beginning….)

A Bear Of A Carry (….but after a while it feels like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders)

Lining (if you don’t want to run….and don’t want to portage or wade….then line)

Reflections (NOTE: you reflect sometimes on whether you should paddle or portage)

John Kaltenhauser has a series depicting wood canvas canoes on Prints Plus Posters.com: John Kaltenhauser:

Autumn Approaching by John Kaltenhauser.

Blue Canoe by John Kaltenhauser.

Into the Mist by John Kaltenhauser.

Bill Mason once said:

I have always believed that the Canadian Wooden canoe is one of the greatest achievements of mankind. There is nothing that is so aesthetically pleasing and yet so functional and versatile as the canoe. It is as much a part of our land as the rocks and trees and lakes and rivers. It takes as much skill and artistry to paddle a canoe well as it does to paint a picture of it. In this painting I wanted to capture the look and feel of a well-worn travelling companion. There’s hardly a rib or plank that isn’t cracked but after a quarter of a century it’s still wearing its original canvas. - Bill Mason, Canoescapes (in reference to his painting of his favourite Chestnut canoe).

Chesnut Prospector, source: The Bill Mason Gallery (found at Red Canoes: Bill Mason: Print Gallery).

On her Dad’s art: Like him, I find that paddling can take you on a voyage of creativity where you store up experiences in your memory to treasure for a lifetime. – Becky Mason

There are  other paintings and photographs of wood canvas canoes….and many more masterpieces in wood and canvas….these have just been a sampling….

Paddles up until later….maybe you’ll even get to paddle in an work of art.


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