Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Field Trip to Quebec Part III: Corvette and Pontois Rivers

The cascade at the top of First Gorge.

The river begins to build.

The gorge widens.

Bone crusher.

Falls from a far.

Neighborhood goon checks out visitors. We banged pots. He ate with indifference.

We called the day early. Afternoon cafe by the current.

The rough elegance of the north.

Dough for somosas.

Somosas du Quebecois.


Drying shoes. Rain is getting old.

First Gorge from above. Our campsite hides among the spruce.

Why we do this kind of thing.

The Corvette matures.

Yes? yes? no.

Gorge 2.0

Grating the reggiano. The view is the first thing considered

One of a few.

Power V.

Energy that you feel and eat beside.

Apres dinner by the rapid.

Brushing teeth. Gorge 2.0.
The intensity of the quick draw.

On point.
Steady, steady!

Matthew down the middle Mckean

Gman and Mateo stepped up.

Vitamin D shot.

It's hot. It's cold. Whatever

Osprey circles her nest.

Oh hello sun and big river. The Pontois gets wide. Very wide.

Here's your granite kitchen counter tops! You happy now?

That scottish mist again. There's a falls behind that.

Embarrassingly large lure from Canadian Tire: 10 bucks. Garrett knowing he's about to get what he came for. Much more than 10 bucks.

A portrait of pure joy.

Garrett is drained from his battle. Joe wants in.

I'm here too.
Power lines. It was fun while it lasted.


The Mohomo creek of Quebec, the lower Pontois. Ah, the monotony of meanders.


Done.

Golden Gate du Nord


Perfect parting shot. "Boy" rocked tats and Ecko wear.

Field Trip to Quebec Part II: The K River and Lake Corvette

K River Welcoming Committee.

K (Kannaayasiistiew) River opens with some character. Dinner was enjoyed here.

Ursa Site, our first campsite. The Tiffany sisters learn to rough it.

Down the middle, of course.

Sun, but only an introductory offer.


Our "Heb site". Perfect rock. Sun for just a few precious hours to inspire dinner.


This guy works in an office.


Croquettes to accompany spaghetti carbonara.


Yes. Speckled trout.

Glacier debris in the middle of the woods.

The gentle green belies the stubborn and unrelenting punishment dispensed by alders.


Joe remembers that portages do end.


Fire disposal.

Air cold, water cold, socks...


The stove approach. Quick lunch.

Campsite 2

Not valet parking.

The dream portage.

Leaving the K.

The shallows of a very big lake. The Corvette.

Corvette Lake. It's the easiest landmark on our trip to find from google maps.

Waves soak Cookie.

Wind bound.

Luckily the wind dropped for this expanse.

The first rapid of the Corvette. Big out of the gate.


Kitchens can be built anywhere.

Had to get Joe's yelps. The water out of the Corvette Lake was dramatically colder than the K. Icy.

Falafel, tahini and hot sauce. Perfect to thaw after freezing bath.

Classic scene. The two birch trees of the trip tucked away.


I snapped this with one foot in the tent as the temp. began to plummet.