Inukjuak River Part 4 – Wind!


The final leg of our trip is best defined by WIND. Wind like we have never experienced before. Wind that had us frequently doing food inventories and picking out helicopter landing sites. Not that helicopters could have landed in the wind either.

We had a number of days with wind before it really reached a new level. During this stretch we were blown off the water a few afternoons, sometimes setting up camp right away, other times hanging out seeing if we could paddle again later in the day.


We also dealt with a heinous rock portage. Giant boulders with the river flowing around them. What you can’t see in this picture is me having a meltdown when I stepped up onto a big boulder and it turned out to be a rocky, unstable one. With a wannigan on my head, paddles in my hands, and a fear of more rocking should I try to step off it the words coming out of my mouth are not suitable for this post (I survived, obviously).


Our first windbound day was actually quite welcome, as we had been travelling steadily for awhile. We had a sheltered spot, and enjoyed lounging in the tent. Although there was some rain, there were enough breaks for meals and to roam around collecting driftwood and taking pictures of plants.



The next day was a great travelling day, but the wind started picking up again the following one. We were able to move, but it was already blowing when we hit the water at 7am and was quite strong by 11am. A combo of an early start and the wind had us stopped and all set up by 2:30.

The wind didn’t stop overnight – but it did change direction. The lack of trees meant that it was hard to find a tent site that would be sheltered from all directions. Usually we were tucking into nooks on the protected side of a hill or small cliff. We got up, optimistic that we would be able to travel, but it quickly became clear that that was not an option. What WAS increasingly likely was that our tent was going to get flattened any second. There were no good options, but we did find a semi sheltered spot for it – so more sheltered, but possibly the worst tent site we have ever used in terms of how slanted and uneven it was! Conor decided to build a rock wall for some additional wind protection (and as a means of warming up with some hard labour – this stretch of the trip could also be defined by the cold).



The following two days we were able to push some pretty big days, which was good, because the two days after that were 0 km days.

After two days of facing impossible winds we were up at 4:45am and on the water at 6:05am. The wind was still blowing, but at least it was possible to make forward progress. Just as it was starting to become impossible in the early afternoon we spotted a cabin! Fought our way over to it and hunkered down for the rest of the day. It was an emergency shelter and pretty spartan, but it served its purpose.


We did everything in our power to make the most of the following day. Up at 4:30am, on the water at 5:45am, just as it started to get light. We were paddling into a strong headwind from the get-go, and feeling a bit despondent about the constant wind. It’s hard to describe… one thing is that it never really stopped. We’re used to wind that blows for a day or two, but then simmers down for a day or two, or wind that gives windows for travel in the early mornings or evenings. This wind rarely slowed down and never stopped – getting up early helped a bit some days, but there were no good windows. We’re talking wind where we had to portage over points of land on lakes because it was physically impossible to paddle around the points due to the wind.

Anyhow, we were paddling into the wind before 6am. Slightly before 11am we had to turn into a channel where the wind was funneling…so we did…and we dug as hard as we could…but no go. Could not paddle forward into that wind. We blew back around a corner and onto a small beach where we set up camp.


The next day we were on the water at 5:40am and made it 8km before forward progress became impossible and we washed ashore at our next site.


Fortunately the wind stayed in roughly the same direction so we were able to maintain adequate shelter from the cliff.

We spent the remainder of that day here (most of the day, since we arrived before 8am), and all of the next day. The following day we were paddling at 5:20am, and feeling pretty defeated by how strong the wind was at that time. Fortunately there were some riverine sections which were much easier than the larger lake sections, allowing us to cover 20km.

The next day was turned out to be a critical day. We knew we had about 4-5 days to finish before a big storm was forecast to blow in (90+ km/h winds for a couple of days – yikes!). This day was too windy to paddle in the morning, but we knew there might be a window in the evening (we were getting forecasts). The window came earlier than anticipated, and we covered 27km, finishing up at 8:45pm. Don’t get the wrong idea though, it was still windy – the wind really picked up in the late afternoon and evening, and the last hour or two was really challenging.

Basically, our best paddling windows on this trip would be windbound times on any other trip!

A distinct weather front

We were now about 10km and 9 portages from the finish. But…we were windbound the next day! We had to start with a portage so we thought we’d give it a try, but not doable. See, even portaging becomes an issue in strong wind because the canoe acts like a sail on Conor’s shoulders. We had devised a technique where I hold a rope attached to the stern to help keep it straight, but even that wasn’t adequate for the winds this day. Not that we would have been able to paddle either. So we did part of the portage, leaving the canoe at the far end, and set up camp again.

The next day we actually had a good window! Like, a morning that would have been a nice morning on any trip! We enjoyed a lovely paddle, portaged with no issues, and were portaging up to the airport by noon.


A few days of traveling and we were back home again, sporting our traditional Nassak tuques that we picked up in Kuujjuarapik.


Inukjuak River Part 3: Inland and Upstream

After heading through the Gullet, we spent one day windbound and then pushed a big day to our first portage bringing us up-river and away from the coast. We landed in the cold, pouring rain, and realized that the water was too high to camp right on the shore. Instead, we had to hump all our gear up a short but STEEP hill, where we crashed out a respectable tent site.

This is where this portage started to go wrong. See, we have these goretex wading pants with attached goretex feet, which are beautiful things for keeping our feet dry in the icy Hudson Bay water. However, the feet on mine are huge so there is all sorts of extra material flapping around. I know (from painful experience) that I can’t walk any distance in these pants and my main tripping shoes without getting terrible blisters.

But we had to carry multiple loads up this hill. And my feet were freezing cold and totally numb. So I did not feel the onset of these blisters until partway through the portage the next day.

The 4km portage that took us 1.5 days.

And involved walking through an ice-water swamp. 3 times, because with 7+ weeks of food we were carrying 3 heavy loads on every portage.

So anyways, I don’t have any pictures from this icy, blistered, multi-day portage. But eventually we finished it, and I spent every evening for the next 2 weeks re-bandaging a loonie-sized blister on my heel. Yay!

A few portages in we had to find a portage heading to a different waterbody, not simply going around a rapid. We had a heckuva finding the landing – alders can be a terrible thing.


Eventually we got through the alders, through the woods, up the hill, and arrived on quite a scenic ridge.


The next section of the trip involved a lot of portages, some easier than others. The best ones followed nice open ridges the whole way, like this one:


But, we also ate lots of good food along the way, which had the dual bonus of being delicious and slowly lightening our packs.

Quiche baking in the reflector oven.
Using fire irons to cook on the fire

Some people are skeptical about powered eggs. Some people are wrong!



Supplemented now and again with some fish.


We saw quite a bit of wildlife inland as well, including freshwater seals (they really are a thing), otters (my faaaaavourite), bears (we were so over bears), a couple of wolves (neat to see, but one was a little too curious so we encouraged him to leave with a flare), and 1 caribou (cool!).

This bear was an interesting one. We paddled around a corner, and caught a distinct aroma of stinky fish. And then saw this bear having a snooze on the rock offshore! When he saw us, he immediately hopped into the water and swam to the main island. However, he kept his eye on us, walking behind the shoreline bushes and poking his head up now and then. We had our paddles down, casually taking pictures, when he suddenly crashed out through the bushes and started swimming! Towards us! We wasted no time getting our paddles back in the water, but as we sprinted away we realized he was not swimming towards us – rather, I guess upon further assessment he decided that we weren’t a threat after all, and was heading back to his rock where he had abandoned a big fish.

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Although we saw only 1 caribou, we saw lots of caribou sign, mostly discarded antlers, plus a couple of skulls.


No pictures of the wolves, but we did come across this wolf den on a portage (not in use at that time of year). It was neat to see all the different exit and entrance tunnels.


There was also the odd bug.


But, more importantly, there were so, so many beautiful spots to stop for lunch or to pitch a tent.

Entering relaxation mode at lunch.





This trip can really be divided into pretty distinct parts. We had the coastal section, this inland section, and then the final section. This section was good going. We had a mixed bag of weather, moved steadily every day for about 3 weeks, getting ourselves into a really good rhythm.

This changed dramatically in the final stretch, when we were faced with winds like we had never seen before – which will be described in the (eventually) upcoming part 4, the final installment!

Inukjuak River – Part 1

This summer we embarked on our longest canoe trip to date – a 53 day journey through northern Quebec, culminating with a run from source to sea on the Inukjuak River. We covered just over 1000km with 115 portages.

This year we switched up our starting point by flying into the community of Kuujjuarapik and beginning with 100km on Hudson Bay before heading inland. A friend was also heading up the coast, so we figured we’d stick together for as long as it worked out (foreshadowing: not very long).

We caught the plane in Chisasibi, at the end of the James Bay Hwy. Although very isolated, this highway has nice, free campsites en route.


Once we and all our gear arrived in Kuujjuarapik, we headed to a put-in a few km north of town.


It was our latest starting time ever – almost 9pm! However, days were long and we had only a few km to go, as we were meeting a group at a cabin just up the coast. So we weren’t exactly roughing it on our first night!


The next day there was a bit of a headwind, but nothing that would keep us on shore. We landed on a point in the early evening, on which there were cabins a few hundred metres back. We opted to just set up our tents – it was a nice spot, getting to the cabins required walking through snowbanks (!), and there didn’t seem to be a need to crash someone else’s place.


The wind really picked up overnight, and it was clear we were not travelling anywhere in the morning. We lounged in the tents, watching the walls move in the wind, but not overly concerned because we had made it through a very windy night. Not long after lunch things seemed to shift, and all of a sudden the wind felt a lot more intense… as we decided that we should pivot our tent to face more into the wind (we were getting hit side on), our friend called out from his tent that his tent pole had just snapped.

We scurried out of our tent – Conor headed over to help while I unpegged the guy lines to rotate ours. Big mistake, we had waited too long – the second I untied the lines the tent flattened completely in the wind. Instead of rotating the tent, we ended up gathering all our stuff in our arms and beating a hasty retreat to the cabins.



It was so windy that the cabin itself was blowing in the breeze – it felt like being on a sailboat! Much as I love boats, it’s not as comforting a feeling when it’s a building that is swaying back and forth.

After tossing our stuff in the cabin we rushed back to move our canoe. It was a two person job – there was no way that it could be lifted and properly portaged in wind like that. As we were getting it settled behind a small cliff that offered some protection we heard a couple of loud THUNKS.

I climbed onto the rocks where I could see better…and there was our buddy, standing next to his canoe, which lay half in and half out of the water. The wind had scooped it up and somersaulted it through the air for a couple of hundred metres, bouncing a couple of times and finally come to rest at the water’s edge. Although bruised and battered, it was lucky it hadn’t blown any farther or it would have landed in the water and been long gone!

We got that canoe with ours, took shelter in the cabin, and spent the following day (also too windy to paddle) repairing the canoe.


It was hideously windy, but it was also beautiful.



And there were some interesting fossils to check out.


On day 3 at this site we woke to perfect paddling conditions. Conor and I were up very early, antsy to move, and headed north, leaving our friend undecided as to what he was going to do (ended up heading back to town and restarting a little while later).

That’s all for now! Stay tuned!

Costa Rica Part 8 – Tenorio Volcano National Park

Well folks, here it is, the final Costa Rica installment. Just in time to make room for canoe trip recaps!

On our return to the coast from Monteverde we detoured to Tenorio Volcano National Park, which we highly recommend! It has a super 6km hike (round trip), which we were fortunate to hit on a not-too-blisteringly-hot day.

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The hike followed the Rio Celeste, and the first attraction en route was a beautiful falls. And beautiful stairs to get it to it. Many, many stairs.

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From there the trail continued to the next look, which provided a view of the Tenorio Volcano Complex, which is part of the Guanacaste Volcanic Mountain Range. The Tenorio Complex consists of Tenorio One, Tenorio Two, and Cerro Montezuma.

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After admiring the volcanos we continued along through the woods and over some bridges to the turn around point, where there is a very cool phenomenon occurring in the river. Two rivers (Rio Buenavista and Quebrada Agria) meet at this point, and the bright colour is caused by the mixing of two non-coloured effluents. The pH change in the mixing point increases the particle size of a mineral present in the Rio Buenavista. Some of these aluminosilicates rest on the river bottom (the white sediment), but most remains in suspension in the water. These suspended particles scatter sunlight in such a way that the river becomes a gorgeous sky-blue.

In the physics word, this optical phenomenon is called Mie scattering (for the record, physics bores me to tears. I included this sentence purely to make my physicist Dad proud. Or maybe to poke fun at his love of physics. Hi Dad!).


And thus conclude my Costa Rica recaps. Sad, I know. Time to change channels back to spring and summer canoe trips…guess I don’t have much to complain about!

Costa Rica Part 7 – Catarata Llanos de Cortes and Palo Verde Park

We’re nearing the end of my recaps, and I’m mashing two things together for this one –  a waterfall and one of two national parks that we visited.

First off, post scuba diving one afternoon we drove to a popular waterfall that was nearby, say a 40ish minute drive, called la Catarata Llanos de Cortes. Although not an official park, it does have an entry fee, operating hours, and a lifeguard (who stopped me from getting as close the falls as I wanted to…).

It’s a gorgeous spot with a lovely pool for swimming below the falls.

There was also supposed to be a trail to the top of the falls. However, we waded across the river to get to it, and found it blocked up with caution tape. Now, we did see a group go up anyways, but we weren’t in the mood to break any rules and potentially have to explain ourselves in Spanish.

Instead, we swam, relaxed on shore for a little while, swam again, and then headed back to Playa del Coco. Had we come earlier in the day it would have been a great spot for a picnic lunch and to hang out with a book. For us, the 4:30pm closing time meant a relatively brief visit.

Our biggest day trip venture from Playa del Coco was to Palo Verde National Park. Now, this is the only thing we did that I don’t wholeheartedly recommend. It was good…but it wasn’t great enough to be worth the long, very rough drive in. So while it was still a good experience, in hindsight we would have opted for something different. But, if you’re passing close by, it could be worthwhile. It was also a great place for birding, if you’re into that, and I bet it would be a much different place in the rainy season – it was quite oppressively hot and dry when we were there.

The park entrance was one of my first big Spanish tasks, because the staff there spoke absolutely no English. Through my Tarzan Spanish, hand gestures, and maps, I was able to book us a boat ride and find out which two trails were most recommended. Not bad!

Our first destination was the boat tour, but en route we were entertained by capuchin monkeys!

At the end of the road our boat was waiting for us. A couple from Quebec were on the tour as well, so I had fun chatting in French (and feeling much more competent compared to my Spanish bumbling!)

On the tour we saw lots of birds, some iguanas and, most impressively, lots of crocodiles!!

Those crocs could move FAST. No matter how hot it was, there was certainly no temptation to jump into that murky water for a swim.

On our drive back out through the park we stopped for two walks, the first being quite a short one, basically the length of this boardwalk. You can see from the cracked mud how dry it was!

Our second walk was more substantial, about 1.5km each way (which doesn’t seem substantial, unless you’re there and feeling the heat!). This one took us to a nice lookout. And included howler monkeys startling us with howls along the way!

All in all, we saw and did some neat things in Palo Verde. It didn’t end up being our ideal activity (although the crocs were cool!), but that speaks more to our own interests and inclinations than the experience itself, so don’t let that deter you if it really appeals to you!

My next post will talk about a national park that we did really love!

Hasta proxima!

Costa Rica Part 5 – Scuba Diving!

I loved everything I have described in Costa Rica so far. But…I have been working up to my absolute favourite, and now’s the time!

For a little bit of history, wanting to scuba dive is probably the longest memory I have. It has been a dream since I was a little kid, and it hasn’t wavered. I actually started lessons in Newfoundland in high school, but broke my collarbone after the first class (I had a bad habit of doing that for a couple of years). Anyhow, other great adventures kept knocking scuba back to the sidelines, until I finally made the leap this year, knowing I would regret not doing it.

(Spoiler – it was everything I thought it would be and more. Freakin’ loved every second of it.)

I did my pool sessions and theory exam with Sault Scuba in the Fall, aiming to do my 4 certifying dives in Costa Rica. A bit of research narrowed my Costa Rica choices to 2, and I’m extremely happy with the one I chose, Summer-Salt Dive Center.

My excitement was contagious, and my Dad opted to join the fun with 2 Discovery Dives. This included a pool session the day before diving, to practice a few skills and get used to the equipment. Summer Salt was very accommodating and let me join the pool session too – I welcomed a quick refresher as I had finished my course back in November.

The next morning we hopped into the boat, Voltareta (Spanish for somersault), and headed out to our first dive site.

Dad and I were able to do these dives together, to a 12m limit. Dad was partnered with our instructor, Carlos, I was buddies with Guillermo, a dive master in training, and another DMT was leading our group. On both of our dives I did a few skills with Carlos when we hit the ocean floor, and the rest of the dive was a fun cruise.

Mom came along and snorkelled, so got a few pics of us at the surface.

I didn’t bring a camera until my 4th dive so didn’t get any pictures on these ones, but we saw a bunch of stingray, many types of fish, and a seahorse!!! Technically the following pics are from later dives, but I think we can all accept the mixed up chronological order…

Southern stingray:

Round stingray:

So many pufferfish (I didn’t see a puffy pufferfish until one of my last dives)!

Freckled porcupinefish:

Guineafowl puffer:

And here’s where I give kudos to our instructor and brag about my Dad. Carlos was a fantastic instructor – he had a calm and quiet way of inspiring confidence and success while requiring a high level of competence. As a complete newbie, my Dad was very comfortable cruising around 12m under the surface with Carlos.

And my Dad – on one of our dives he swam too close to the DMT in front, and his mask got kicked and half filled with water. Fortunately not fully, because he was still able to see. Carlos guided him through the mask clearing (he had practiced in the pool), and Dad stayed cool, calm and collected even though it took a few tries.

Meanwhile, I was floating around hoping he was ok and watching the first stingray swim by…as he missed it all. Luckily there were a lot more to come!

The next day my parents stayed ashore while I went out for dives 3 and 4, to a max depth of 18m. Dive 3 included some underwater compass work which was really neat (the compasses are like the marine compasses on our kayaks), and the not-at-all fun skill of complete mask removal, replacement, and clearing. There were lots of other DMTs and past DMTs on the boat this day, so there were a bunch of us cruising around together, and Marine took some photos for me on my third dive, which was appreciated!

Dive 4 was a purely fun dive, so I brought my camera on this one. I don’t actually know which pics were on this dive and which were on a future day, but here a few!

Barberfish – notice how they lose colour at depth

Giant Damselfish:

Cortez Angelfish:

A school of some other type of fish:

King Angelfish:

We saw a spotted eagle ray swooping by on this dive too, but captured only in my memory.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than being on and in the ocean, so I hopped aboard again for a morning of snorkelling before we left town (scuba was off limits because we were heading to altitude). I convinced my Dad to come too (it wasn’t a hard sell).

I thought that was the end of my aquatic adventures for this trip…but no! After a couple of days in Monteverde we decided that we all preferred to come back to the coast for a couple of days before leaving, instead of a few long driving days on potentially (probably) rough (terrifying) roads.

This worked out swimmingly for me, as I was able to fit in one more morning of diving, while leaving a 24 hour window before our flight (I didn’t feel like ending our vacation with a case of the bends).

On the boat this last morning was myself, a woman from Quebec taking a course, and another French couple taking a course. So we ended up talking a lot of French that day, which was fun. Because everyone else was taking a course, it also meant that I had a dive master, Nicolay, as a private guide.

On our first dive we checked out a shipwreck (an old fishing boat).

And saw lots of other cool things too, including this octopus. Can you find it?


We saw lots of jewel morays, and one Panamic Green Moray:

And a #scubaselfie

I was feeling pretty comfortable with everything, so asked Nikolay for some advice on better air consumption (it’s normal to use a lot more when you’re new…but I wanted to do better). With his tips I went from a dive of just over 40 minutes on the first dive, to 62 minutes on the second! I was pretty happy about that!

The surface interval on this day was pretty incredible too, because there were tons of devil rays jumping all around us!

A few more pics to represent the last dive…some are actually from this dive, others I have no idea. And apart from the barberfish feeding frenzy I don’t know what the other fish are, so please tell me if you know!

Moral of the story is, if you’ve ever been thinking of scuba diving, do it. And if you’re ever diving in Playa del Coco, dive with Summer Salt Dive Center!

Costa Rica Part 4 – Diamante Animal Sanctuary

In my previous post about zip lining, I mentioned Diamante Adventure Park, and how we chose not to go zip lining there. However, this park has a number of different activities, and we did visit the animal sanctuary, which was well worth it! The sanctuary is the largest in the area, and all of the animals have been rescued by the Costa Rican Ministry of Wildlife. Now, enough with the words, on with the pictures.

There was a variety pack of frogs and pretty flowers. And a bunch of reptiles, but they didn’t photograph well in their tanks.

A howler monkey feeling the heat.

Turtles, iguanas, and large, toothy iguanas (right?).

Sloths! So lazy they wouldn’t even eat at feeding time, when the keeper was hand feeding them (Jack the Dog must be part sloth…).

There were many butterflies. Here are two.

And beautiful toucans.

Rainbow Toucan
Yellow throated toucan
Fiery-billed Aracan

And last but not least, there were 4 types of jungle cats. I was only able to capture two decently, since they were behind glass.

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Cutest little ocelot of all time