|The Glitter Globe/S.R. Karfelt|
My husband calls it Princess Fishing.
I call it compromise.
He baits my hook, suggests the best way to cast, and when I get a fish he takes it off for me.
Don't judge. Fishing isn't my thing.
You don't see him hanging out at a writer's retreat with me, pen in hand, do you?
We have our things. This remote fishing trip is his blue heaven.
|Hubby's Blue Heaven|
It's pretty obvious why, isn't it?
Every year we pack a small mountain of supplies, most of it mosquito repellent, and head for the Wilds of Canada.
After driving all day, and spending the night in a hotel in New Liskeard, we head for Mowatt Landing. It's at the end of a long unpaved road, where the land meets the water.
Once there you take a raft or boat ride to the bottom of a dam. You get out and hike to the top of the dam. There you get another boat to Ellen Island. The portage isn't bad. In fact it's fun.
Road? There are no roads where we're going.
This year I was at a writing retreat so I showed up a few days after my husband had already gotten to Ellen Island. It took me longer, one ferry ride, two propeller planes, another two jets, and a drive from the North Bay airport to Mowatt, but I was flying from Alonissos, Greece this time.
The travel gods were kind. While it took a few days and a few airports, eventually I found myself standing once more at Mowatt Landing. This time I had all the luggage I'd been hauling around Greece for a month. It got heavier every single step. Rain clouds approached. But I barely had time to sit on a suitcase and take in that amazing feeling you get when a long journey goes smoothly, before the sound of an approaching boat broke the solitude.
Dear Hubby arrived and we were off to the bush so he could fish and I could sleep the first couple of days. The days are long this far north in summer. The weather can be anything, and it usually is. This year was an extra helping of rain, but the mosquitoes weren't too bad, so no complaints. Hubby doesn't mind fishing in the rain anyway, (he says it's good fishing weather) and I had plenty of reading and writing to catch up on while waiting for my idea of boat weather.
Ellen Island is beautifully rocky and covered in evergreens, with smooth paths, individual cabins and spectacular sunsets. The cabins are new and boast separate kitchens and bedrooms and a bathroom with a compost toilet. Compost toilets aren't my favorite thing, but they're well tended to here. The bathroom also has hot water all day long, but electricity is usually only available from around dinner time until about midnight via island generator.
On rainy days and Saturdays when most people tend to come in from fishing earlier, it is usually available longer.
There are good paths around the island, and I hike them, spending time enjoying the solitude, quiet, and the views.
Eventually the sun came out and the Princess Fishing commenced. I get more photos than fish, but I'm cool with that. He gets more fish than photos, and most of his photos are of fish, but that's his thing.
|Water Lilies on Still Water|
|Water Lilies on Sunny Water|
|Water Lilies on Dark Water|
|Water Lilies on Clouds|
|The sky and water change daily, but it's always beautiful.|
|The swimming raft at Ellen Island Camp|
|Leaving Lady Evelyn in the foggy morning this year.|
Leaving is the hardest part about visiting Lady Evelyn Lake, even for those of us who aren't wild about fishing. For my hubby and kids it is downright painful and they're already planning next year's trip before we're off the water.