You can't get truly remote in East Coast Canuckistan, but by our standards we were well off the beaten path. The camp is a 45 minute drive from the nearest house. As the crow flies we weren't that far from civilization, but the terrain is rough and the roads... entertaining.
As you'd expect we saw game we couldn't take advantage of, 1 deer and 3 moose, a handful of ducks.
We ate well, everything tastes better over an open fire. Mussels steamed in butter and beer, pork loin over smoking hickory chips.
In hopes of better fishing we tried a remote stretch of river. The road was crap, and not helped by the beaver pond over one section of it. The hike was strenuous, and I'm not used to this stuff any more. The final descent to the river was a long steep clamber, 70 degrees or so.
Still no fish but the view was worth it. Rapids and cliffs and solitude and a hawk overhead.
We fished this spot last year, and the water was much lower this time. Only once or twice did I feel in mortal danger over the weekend, last year was frankly terrifying.
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