To Georgian Bay
August 7, 2007
Last weekend eight of us flew over the Algonquin Park to North Bay and thence to Killarney, in the northeastern corner of Georgian Bay. On the way beyond the western end of Lake Nipissing Chris reported a forest fire we’d spotted, only to see, as we came closer, that fire fighters were already trying to put it out by means of water bombers that circle overhead, release their load of water, then fly to the nearest lake to scoop up some more in their pontoons. We’d seen one of these aircraft being prepared for take-off at North Bay, a Turbo Beaver: .
We stayed at the Killarney Bay Inn on the dried-up golf course on the edge of town, a short walk from the “world famous,” Herbert’s Fish and Chips sold at the wharf, the whitefish freshly caught somewhere in Lake Huron. They were worth the wait. In the afternoon we walked to the lighthouse at the entrance to the Killarney Channel—the stretch of water between the village and George Island—and scrambled and sat on the pink rocks there, washing our toes in the waves. On the way back, Jill found the carcase of a baby snake (massasauga rattlesnake?), squashed by a passing vehicle.
The following morning the Bay Inn kindly lent us a van to help transport our luggage back to the airport and let us have the use of it until after lunch, so Don took the opportunity to drive the rest of us a short way up the road (sitting on the plastic crates in the back of the van) to the Municipal Beach, where we could swim in the clear water of the lake. We missed a visit to the Municipal Dump, where bears are said to congregate.