There
are three types of fun:
Type 1 Fun: it’s fun while
it’s happening, and it’s fun to tell the story afterwards.
Type 2 Fun: isn’t so fun while it’s
happening, but it’s fun to tell the story afterwards.
Type 3 Fun: just plain isn’t fun. It’s no
fun while it’s happening, and we do not want to relive it afterwards by telling
the story.
Our
hiking trip a few weeks ago started out as a Type 1 Fun trip, but sadly
progressed into the Type 2 Fun territory rather quickly – even at one point
looking dangerously like Type 3 Fun.
We
did the Canoe Trail out in the Nancy Lake Recreation Area: 3 days of hiking/paddling,
starting at Tanaina Lake and ending at the Public Use Cabin on James Lake. I
don’t have an exact mileage, but it was a good 3-4 hours to get from point A to
point F – paddling the lakes and hauling all our gear AND the canoe across
portages in between.
Tanaina
Lake was fairly large, and the portage was on the far side – so we got to enjoy
the water for a good half hour at least. Bryan put a line in the water trailing
behind us, just in case a pike happened by and got hungry. There were a few
others on the lake with us, but not too crowded. The portage over to Milo’s Pond
was the longest in length but we were still quite fresh and not yet worn out.
The mosquitoes were HORRIBLE! I really HATE mosquitoes, and there were millions
of them. And since we’re hauling all our gear, I didn’t have hands free to keep
them off of my face.


Milo’s
Pond is a tiny little thing. It took longer to get our gear there than it did
to paddle across to the next portage. The weather could not have been nicer
though, with clear blue skies and a light breeze now and then. I had on my
fluorescent orange sun shirt and a wide-brimmed hat to keep from burning. The
portage over to the next lake was just a short hop. I was actually able to make
two trips, so didn’t load myself down on the first hop.


Little
No Luck Lake was a small lake as well, although quite a bit bigger than the
pond we’d just traversed. Again, Bryan had his line in the water trailing
behind us, hoping for a pike or two – but no luck (pun intended). Thankfully
the bugs were not out in the middle of the lake, so we had some respite from
their incessant biting. Our next portage was again just a short hop up and over
a tiny hill. This time, however, I managed to trip and fall – which is no fun
when you’re carrying a 25 pound pack AND have your arms loaded up with yet more gear. I landed with my head
bouncing off a rock – so did not enjoy that at all. It took a while to breath
that one off, let me tell you!


The
next lake was Big No Luck Lake, and as it’s name implies was much bigger than
the last two or three lakes. This gave us a bit of a longer break, both from
the mosquitoes and from hauling gear. Bryan made me eat an energy bar to help
my body cope with the bonk on the head, and I have to admit he was right. He also
would not let me carry anything more than the paddles and our water bottles, so
the portage to the next lake wasn’t quite so bad. The mosquitoes were worse, if
that’s even possible, and the trails were quite overgrown with Devil’s club.


Chicken
Lake was quite beautiful but the portage to the following lake was just around
the corner (sorta) so we weren’t on it very long. The last portage of our trip
was another long one, and I have to say was brutal. We had to deal with the
heat, the mosquitoes, a rather steep incline and then the steep decline as
well, AND we had to make several trips to haul all the gear & canoe across.
Well, I should say HE had to make several trips – I was not doing well at all
and could barely make just one trip. I was seriously wondering what the hell I was
doing and just who’s idea was this whole trip anyway.
We
finally made it to James Lake, though, and got to relax in the boat for a while
before making it across to the cabin. Unfortunately, the trail leading up to
the cabin is quite steep but at least this time half our gear stayed at the
bottom with the canoe.
The
cabin itself is a nice one, with bunk beds (just wooden platforms to lay out
your sleeping pads & bags on), a table, a cooking area, and a wood stove.
The windows had screens so we could open them during the heat of the day, and
the picnic table outside provided a nice spot to sit and recover form the trip
while looking out over the fantastic view of the lake. It could definitely use some
TLC, however, as the steps leading up to the cabin were in sad shape.
After
a quick dinner, we both just crashed – him on the bottom bunk and me up on the
top.
The
next morning, after a quick bowl of oatmeal, Bryan headed off to fish for some
pike while I got my letter writing out and got caught up on my correspondence.
I read my book. I drank some tea. I napped. I played some cards. Basically, I
just relaxed. The fishing was apparently successful – he told me he caught about
10 pike. He threw most of them back in the water but kept the biggest one to
cook up for our dinner that night. It was VERY tasty!
The
journey back to our truck in the Tanaina Lake Parking Lot was not nearly as
dreadful as I feared it would be. The mosquitoes were still horrendous, and the
trails were still overgrown with Devil’s Club – but we managed. We even got a
surprise visit at Milo’s Pond = a yearling moose came to check us out. He was very interested in my fluorescent orange shirt and just could not figure out what that was.