I started my trip at Head Lake. Quite a boring crossing. Once on Head River it started to look more interesting.
When I stopped at the first portage(into Fishog Lake),the bugs were on me.
On Fishog I kept to the left shore,exploring.
From Fishog Lake I was planning to reach Crooked Lake, spend the night and return same way.
I crossed the small lake north of Fishog, I took the portage to the second small lake and here something went wrong. Instead of taking the portage to Long Lake which is quite obvious (there is even a dock), I was looking for a way into the series of beaver dams to the left (West).
Having read some info about this park I knew that at some point I need to cross some beaver dams so I thought - this is one of them. I wandered in this intricate multilevel marsh until I reached the stream which was navigable for a while.
There was no portage around some rapids so I bushwhacked my way, moving forward. Another portion was navigable for a short distance. Then more bushwhacking to the dam that keeps the level in Long Lake.
So far so good. I was tired but I thought that since this park is not very popular,the portage is not so obvious. Canoeing on Long Lake, to my stupefaction I am passing the real portage on my right. How could I miss it?
I just stopped on the first island on Long Lake. Now I was feeling exhausted. Mental toll I guess.
During night beside the big full moon I had a concert from a Whip-poor-will. Interesting.
Next day I paddled across Long Lake to the portage into Crooked Lake. Just because I knew my way back will be much easier and to satisfy my curiosity.
Happy trails!
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