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Canoeing the Kazan River

Kasba Lake to Baker Lake

Northern paddling Adventure #7

25 days, 560 miles, Jul 2001

Ray & Jenny Jardine

2001-07-17 page 8 of 25

Day 8

We slept in late and set off at 9 am. We felt a little chilly while packing our gear in the tent, so we left our thermax shirts on over our bug wear. The sky was overcast and it looked like rain was imminent. The two sets of rapids just down river of camp were easily paddled. We made our way across Lake 271 and on down the river. The sky began clearing, the temperature rose, and it turned out to be a beautiful day. We saw several pairs of swans.

Jenny shows off her paddle artwork.

Down river of Lake 267 the first of the three marked rapids proved easy going, but the fourth one was more than we cared to deal with. As we approached this rapid we saw a canoe just coming out the bottom. And as luck and providence would have it, just as we were pulling hard to shore a gust of wind tore the sun hats from our heads. Both hats went simultaneously into the drink. What a place for this to happen - just upriver of the rapids where we could not possibly retrieve them.

We met only three other people during the entire three weeks. These two fellows were from Michigan, and were canoeing the Kazan, same as we.

We lined the rapids on the right, and paddled the last section on the left. Then we spent the next few miles looking for submerged hats - without success. But we did find the two canoeists who had pulled out on a flat rock for a late, 5 pm lunch - salami and flour tortillas as it turned out. So of course we pulled in for a chat. Doug and Howard from Milwaukee, Wisconsin had been on the river 10 days, starting at the outlet of Kasba lake. We were impressed that they had run all the river's rapids thus far, and in so doing they certainly motivated us to start pushing our whitewater skills. For twenty minutes the four of us talked about gear, canoes, Baker Lake, and the only other party on the river this year, that we knew of. Then we all bid "see you later," and Jenny and I shoved off.

Tired from the day's paddling, we still hoped to reach Angikuni Lake by day's end. The river was wide, deep, and moving very slowly. The wind was out of the east at 10 knots, ranging from beam to nose. And in a few places the water was fraught with some fairly serious wind against current chop. Meaning that we were obliged to use a lot of arm power, as though lake paddling. Finally as we neared the lake's inlet we felt a large ground swell working its way upriver, telling of rougher conditions out on the lake. Cautiously we paddled a short ways onto the lake proper and fond it positively churning. Without further adieu we made a hasty beeline for shore.

Campsites were conspicuously absent hereabouts, at least for someone not willing to lug canoe and dunnage a hundred yards through the ever-present willow thickets. So we proceeded along the shoreline northward half a mile, at times bouncing wildly in the chop. Finally at 9 pm we found a suitable spot, and stopped to make camp. Here the bugs were some of the worst we had seen, never mind the wind! How thankful we were for our mostly bug-proof clothing and tent. Day's mileage: 42!

Camp #8

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