After about 8,000 calories at the delicious Arowhon Pines lunch buffet, 'Bent and I waddled down to the waterfront and went for a paddle to the south end of Joe Lake. We passed Gibraltar Rock where we were married but it is such a nice campsite that we rarely get to visit; it was occupied again this year. One of the other lodge guests said that hotel staff told her it was called "Wedding Rock". I guess we've made our small mark on the world. :)
I've been reading a book about the history of the settlements of Joe Lake and Canoe Lake, which were a few kilometers - and one train station - apart near the south end of Joe Lake and north end of Canoe Lake respectively. The book's author was a park ranger's daughter who grew up in Joe Lake between 1928 and the mid-1940s. She included hand-drawn maps of the settlement showing the locations of residents' cabins, Hotel Algonquin, Colson's Store, etc. I'd hoped we might find some foundations but when the Ontario government wants to destroy all evidence of a building, they do a great job.
We think we found the sites of the store and the hotel, both of which are now used mostly as parking lots for leaseholders, and we definitely found the location of the author's cabin, which was burnt to the ground by the government. Amongst other things, we found a half-buried metal bed frame in a flat section of forest in the right location. She mentioned that bed frame near the end of the book when she talked about returning to the site in later years. Cool! It's impressive to see how completely the forest takes over if you give it 60 or 70 years.
When we started paddling again, a long crack opened up in the bottom of the canoe and started flexing. It didn't go all the way through but it wouldn't take much for that to happen, and some water started pooling in the bottom of the boat. We paddled directly back to the lodge, following the shoreline and singing, "Near far, wherever you are..." No, not really! :)
I didn't turn my GPS on and off at all the right times but this is close.