Elliot Lake, Ontario

Elliot Lake Vacation 2011

2011-07-13T20:25:00.000-04:00

I am going to be doing a solo vacation to Elliot Lake this year. It's been years since I've gone alone. I have taken so many people up over the past few years so now it's time for me to go alone. I will be hiking alone, and I've booked a hotel room at the Algo Inn for a week, just for me :-) BTW, I got the weekly rate at the Algo, which is only about $480. Works out to less than $70 a day, which was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting to pay a lot more for accommodations...my family has a friend that lives there that I stay with when I visit, but she will be away as well. Even if she was in town, I still would prefer to get a hotel room this year, and be completely alone. Some people might not think vacationing alone is fun, but it is to me. Plus it is very healing and a great way to reconnect with myself, with Nature, with God (whoever or whatever that is). Hiking in the Northern wilderness alone is so, so spiritual, whether people even realize it or not. The memories of my solo hikes up there have stuck with me stronger than when I went with a friend or family. And I really need this now.

So I plan on hiking my usual trails, like Horne Lake/Sherriff Creek, Spine Rd. (and this time I am going all the way to Mink Lake. I visited Mink once and the experience never left me. But boy, it's a hike and a half!), Spruce Beach/Westview, Mount Dufour, etc., etc. I doubt I'll make it to Cobre Lake, unless I can get a ride, even though I would very much like to go there...I'm not quite ready or prepared to do an overnight hiking trip alone. If I had the proper gear, I would try. I can probably hike to Cobre in 2 days, then I would need a day there to hike and relax, and another 2 days of backpacking just get back to town...
Someday I'll do it!

You've probably guessed that I don't drive. And I prefer it that way. Driving is convenient sometimes, but I always prefer to go on foot to wherever I'm going. You see more and experience so much more with the ground under your feet and the air and sun's rays kissing your skin...

Anyway, I have decided for a new adventure, I am going to hike as far as I can in a day along Highway 108, towards the 639, and see how far I can make it. It looks like there's either a trail or snowmobile/ATV trail that runs along the highway. I'm going to take a day and just go. And see what I find along the way! I want to try to get to Banana Lake. But it looks like it'll be a 25K day if I attempt to do that (about 11K there and back, plus a few K just for exploring). Though it may not be as far as it appears on a map. So I'm just gonna walk and watch my time and see how far I can go! It'll be an adventure! And I am so in need of something like that. I'm looking forward to discovering the little lakes and ponds and forests that are hidden away in the bush.

Then on another day, I'm going to attempt the same thing but in the opposite direction. I also saw a whole bunch of trails and stuff out in the Westner Lake & Mount Dufour area, so I'm curious about those too...

Anyway, I will post about my adventures when I get there in about 2 weeks time :-)

I am disgusted and mad!

2010-09-12T00:34:00.003-04:00

I just saw this at the Elliot Lake message board:

http://z14.invisionfree.com/Elliot_Lake_Forum/index.php?showtopic=4627&st=0&#last

It totally disgusts me and infuriates me! This is what I referred to in a previous post -- you make something more accessible to people and you invite in the litterbugs and vandals. I wish the area would have been left as it was. There are just too many lowlives out there who hate themselves so much that they have to destroy anything that is beautiful.

If I still lived there, I would gladly volunteer to help take care of the trails and trees and Nature there! I already do -- whenever I come up for vacation, I am always carrying out bags of garbage and broken beer bottles off the trails and beach. I wish people would see how lucky they are to have such beautiful wilderness at their fingertips. I long for it, feel pain in my heart everyday because I dream about being able to live there, but can't due to financial reasons. If I made enough money off my Ebay I would totally live up there again! Elliot Lake really is a jewel in the wilderness. Damn it makes me mad when I see people trashing it this way!

Ok rant is over. I just needed to get that out!!!

Elliot Lake 2010

2010-09-02T19:09:00.003-04:00

Well I am late yet again with my posts! Well at least I'm not super-late this time. Just a few months! lol

I went up to Elliot Lake this past June with my brother and 14-year old nephew. My nephew had never been to the North (except for when he was a baby), nor did he ever go on a real camping trip, so I had to take him up to the bush and show him what it was all about.

Poor kid, he broke his forearm/wrist the last day of school, about a week before our planned trip. He almost couldn't come with us because he was to see the bone specialist in about a week's time, and we weren't sure if that meant he had to stay in town or not...It turned out he only had to get his arm x-rayed and get a new cast if needed. So I called the Elliot Lake hospital ahead of time to make sure we could come in and get his cast changed, and have everything looked at, and they said it would be ok.

I have to say, the staff and service we received at the Elliot Lake hospital was excellent. I have never been in a hospital where there were so many nice and kind nurses and doctors. They were also VERY thorough, and did a much better job taking care of my nephew's arm than our doctors and hospital down South. So a BIG kudos goes out to St. Joe's of Elliot Lake!

We had a bit of a crazy trip, in the beginning anyway. We left on a Saturday morning, got to Elliot Lake and went to the hospital pretty much right away. We were told we had to come back Monday, so we spent Sunday driving out into the boonies to look for a camping spot. We visited several locations. We had a topographical map, a backroads map, a fishing map, etc....We were looking for some place secluded. But accessible too. A lot of places that looked inviting on the maps were very hard to get to, unless you had a truck or ATV. We just had a beat-up, old van.

But we did find a spot, which I will not identify, because I don't want people stealing our camping spot! Though I'm sure a few people do go out there. It was a very beautiful place. A special, magical place! A place that I miss so much. I absolutely loved it there. The only downside was the lake wasn't really great for swimming. It was kinda marshy. It was very clean and clear, but the bottom was sandy and very mucky. There are a lot of aquatic birds that come to this place. You could walk out into the water, but you would sink almost ankle-deep in gooey mud. I know it was clean, but still...yucky. And every step would kick up clouds of the stuff, so you wouldn't want to get your hair in the water, unless you wanted tons of tiny mud and duck poop particles stuck in it!

So for swimming, we had to drive all the way to Cobre Lake.

On Sunday we also went on a hike in town. I took my bro and nephew up the cliff that overlooks Horne Lake. My nephew, who is a typical 14-year old video game fanatic and gets most of his exercise by wiggling his thumb on his game controller, climbed to the top, and proclaimed that it was, "Glorious!" I was so glad to get him up there and show him that there is a reward for hiking and sweating a bit...there's always a great view at the top!

We also hiked along the trails behind Horne Lake, and left the area via the Sherriff Creek Wildlife Sanctuary. It had been a couple of years since I was there last, and I was impressed with the boardwalk they built in there. Very beautiful. But me being the hardcore Nature girl that I am, will always prefer dirt under my feet!

But anyway, getting back to the beginning of my story.

So we found our spot, and the next day, Monday, we went to the hospital early in the morning to take care of my nephew's arm. We spent the entire day in there. A good 12 hours easy. It took long because we had to check him in at emergency, and we had to go through all the protocol for emerg check-ins...and because our situation wasn't really an emergency, we were last in the priority list. Which is understandable, of course. But it was a very long and trying day. I have loads of patience for ordeals like that, but my nephew is a typical 14-year old, and that was a very long, hard day for him. But he survived, and like I said, the staff there were just terrific. The doctor down here didn't even put his original cast on tight enough, and his broken bone slipped. But the EL docs put on a really good cast, and he was totally fine from that day forward until he had to get his cast off for good.

So it kinda sucked for him because he couldn't swim or do a whole lot. But he at least got to go up North with us and go camping.

So after the hospital, we went straight to our camping spot to set up the tents and everything before it got too dark. It was pretty much getting to be sundown when we finally got there.

The next morning I was up at about 630. I went for a stroll and took some pictures. (BTW, I don't have any of my pictures ready to be posted online yet.) It was a very beautiful day. I looked for signs of wildlife, but saw no tracks or poop anywhere.

Oh, I forgot to mention--on our previous day's driving trip looking for a camping spot, we were driving down a back road not super-far from our camping location, exploring the area. In this one area I saw a huge mound of bear poop, plus my brother and I saw a partridge, and when we were driving out, I saw German Shepherd-looking animal jump into the road, and immediately bound right back into the bush when it heard us coming. I knew it could not be a dog. I was the only one who saw it, and described it to my brother. He spent a lot of time in the bush in Northwestern Ontario, where we are originally from, working as a geologist. He's had many encounters with wildlife, and confirmed that what I saw was a wolf. Tooooo coooool.
I was thrilled!

Ok, so Tuesday we spent the day doing camping stuff. It wasn't a very hot day so we didn't go swimming anywhere. We just settled in and unpacked our stuff, that kind of thing.

I think it was the next morning, Wednesday, that I got up at 450AM. When I go camping, I always try to get up at the crack of dawn because that's when all the animals are out. There is a little spot I liked to go to, to just be alone and enjoy the stillness. I had to travel along the lake's edge and go around to the other side of it to get there. On that side, the lake opens up and you could look out and see everything that's out there. Our camping spot was more on the sheltered side, where the lake starts out as basically a large pond with marshes and a beaver dam. On the other side, it is more open water, with a few small islands here and there. Anyway, I went over to this spot and watched the mist rise off the lake.

Here is video footage I took of those moments:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpXqCpEA0Ss

This was taken with just my little point-and-shoot. You can't hear it unfortunately, but there were wolves howling in the background. Wow, that was amazing. I still get goosebumps when I think of it...just that one special moment of pureness, being at one with Nature, and I was alone. That experience was just for me, my special gift from Nature. I was thrilled to hear the wolves, and know that I was in wolf country! The wolf I saw the other day was just one forest over...so I knew we were in wolf country. It was awesome.

This lake was warbler central. Every morning the warblers sang their little hearts out. I have never heard so many warblers all singing at once like that. You can here them on the video. It was just awe-inspiring. I can't even describe it. If you're not in tune with Nature, you just don't know the kind of feeling you get from being in a place like that, in the home of the wolves and warblers and other flying and crawling creatures...How many people don't even notice the birds when they sing? I have had people tell me, after I point out a certain bird's call, that they never would have noticed it if I didn't say something. It's like people are asleep...They are completely unaware of the magic that's all around them!

Anyway, so since I was up so early, and had gone to bed late the night before, AND I slept uncomfortably in the van so that I would wake up early enough (if I sleep in the tent, I don't get up early. I have to not be too comfortable if I want to get up at 5AM!), I was understandably tired. It was completely bright out by the time I decided I needed to go back to sleep, about 730AM. But I didn't want to go in the tent...Oh yeah and I forgot to mention how chilly it was. It was only about +5 or 6 overnight...I needed to warm up, so I grabbed my camp chair, dragged it into a sunny spot and just sat and basked in the morning sun. Then I got too tired, and said, "Screw it", grabbed my sleeping bag and laid it out right there on the open ground and laid down for a nap under the sun. I'm not squeamish about sleeping on bare ground. I like it actually. So I napped there and woke up again maybe an hour and a bit later to a loud buzzing noise above my head. I opened my eyes and could see hummingbirds swarming through the short shrubbery just above me! They were so beautiful. I could see the beautiful peacock green of one's feathers shining in the sunlight.

With that pleasant image behind my eyes, I fell asleep again and slept nicely en plein air.

The next day we were out exploring again, driving around. We were kinda hoping to find even more camping spots, particularly one with a lake that's good for swimming. We were going down a pretty overgrown road when I started getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach that we should turn around and not go so far down this road, that something might happen to the van, and then we'd be screwed. I am very intuitive, and when my gut screams at me like that, I know I'd better listen. My brother seemed to pick up on something too, because just as I was thinking it, he said we should probably turn back.

So we got out and were back on the main road again, when of course the battery light starts going on and off...I knew something was wrong, don't ask me how I knew, but I did. And when I'm the bush, my intuition is on high alert. My brother thought that the van would be fine, but when the light started coming on more and more, we decided it was best to drive back towards town...just in case.

It was a good thing we did too, because if we had decided to stay at camp or keep driving around, we would have gotten stranded in the middle of nowhere, where another car is scarce. But luckily, we got stranded on the 639 just past Ompa Lake. And we were stuck there for not 5 minutes when another car came. We flagged him down and he was very kind, helping us out and driving us back to town. So we had to leave the van there and spend the night in Elliot Lake, and get a tow the next morning.

We got the van towed the next morning, no problems. But we had to spend another whole day waiting around as it got fixed...the battery was gone. We got the van back in the late morning, and decided to take a drive out to the dump to see if there were any bears and to just make sure the van was ok. The battery light was coming on again. So back to garage we went. Turns out the diode from the alternator wasn't connecting with the battery...or something like that. The battery wasn't getting charged. So we had to get another alternator put in. We were all finished up at around 2PM, and $600+ later, we were FINALLY all set to go back to camp. And the van was perfect this time.

So we went back to camp and stayed there the whole time, except for one day when we went to Cobre Lake to swim and explore the area a bit. Cobre is beautiful for swimming. Except every time I have to fish broken beer bottles out of the lake. Damn it. Why do people do that? Why go to a beautiful, perfect, pristine place and trash it?? Damn people. Stay in town if you're going to do that!! Grrrr...

Anyway, we spent one day exploring our camping spot. There is an old, what I'm assuming was once a logging road, in the bush across the lake. My brother and I followed it for a while. I bet no one's been back there in years. It was overgrown, but still follow-able. It was neat to be back there, in this "secret" spot. We didn't go far though, because my nephew was back at camp. He didn't want to come with us, and we didn't want to leave him alone for too long. But my brother went off on his own afterwards, and bushwhacked his way off-trail through the forest using old, tried-and-true navigation techniques he learned in the bush during his geology days. He went up a cliff that overlooks the lake. After seeing his pictures, I wished I had gone with him! Next time...

Here are the rest of the videos I took from this camping spot. I won't name the lake or where it is, but people who have been there before will surely recognize it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BKNtA-Jz0U

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6_YibqADJc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjsMSfrc3KE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbjwXmPmd8Y

Elliot Lake 2009

2010-04-25T12:44:00.005-04:00

Well I know I don't post here as much as I should, and when I do, it's really late. Like now--I'm actually getting around to posting about last summer's trip up to Elliot Lake.

The funny thing is, it wasn't much of a trip because I only went for 3 days. I used my vacation time last year to go to Parry Sound...and only had the August long weekend for Elliot Lake. So I didn't do much, but I did camp at Cobre Lake. And I tell you, that will be the last time I camp there, unfortunately.

Sometimes I wish I had kept all my photos of Cobre Lake private, and not written about it. I know other people know about it, but I can't help but feel like I contributed in part to the increased amount of people that go up there now...and when too many people start going to a beautiful, natural place, it doesn't stay beautiful and natural for long.

I camped there several times over the years, and never had people come into our camp. At most we would see or hear people who are coming to hike the trail. But last year off and on all day we had people coming and going through our camp. I never saw so much traffic there. It was ridiculous. I took my family there, hoping to show them a nice, peaceful spot to camp and we had visitors all day.

One guy and his sons(?) came over to talk to us, and tried to tell us that we couldn't camp where we were because it was a boat launch. He seemed nice enough, but I could detect an underlying tone of contempt in his voice, like we had no right to be there and how dare we set up camp in this PUBLIC place where I have NEVER seen a boat. He tried to tell us that if someone came with a boat they'd be mad and want us to leave. He was telling us nicely enough, but I was thinking that there are a million lakes in the area, and if someone wants to get in our faces because we were here FIRST, then I would tell them to take their damn boat to any of the other lakes in the area. As far as I'm concerned, I camped there in that same spot many times before, and judging by the fire pit I always see there, other people have too. And if we are there first, then my message for boaters is TOUGH LUCK. But that's no longer a point because I will not camp at Cobre Lake again. I will move on to a more private, secluded spot where I don't need to be bothered by anyone.

I did hike the trail again, but not as far as I would like, because my hiking partner and I got off to a late start. I would like to get out there next summer to just explore the trails. It is a beautiful area for hiking, that's for sure.

So I hate to say it, but from now on, I won't be mentioning names of places that I go to anymore. I'll still write about them and describe my experiences. But I'll leave the names out. My intention was to hopefully introduce some beautiful places to people who weren't aware of them, but I should have known it would attract too many and/or the wrong type of people. I feel sad about it. Who knows, maybe next year if I camp at Cobre, no one will come around, which has always been the case. But I don't want to take the chance, and I definitely don't want to be told by anyone that I don't belong there.

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During my short stay in Elliot Lake, I did get down to Horne Lake, but it was night and I was there for just a short time. I have to say, I do not like at all the paved path that's there now. It was beautiful the way it was, why fix something that ain't broke? My private little bench where I would go have my breakfast and read and sometimes have a nap is no longer private...And I never understood why humans think concrete or asphalt looks better than Nature. But hey, that's just me. On the other hand, I can understand why they did it--it's easier for seniors, people in wheelchairs and kids in strollers to get down there. But I just hope they put more garbage bins and have maintenance people there on a regular basis, because with more humans comes more litter and more vandalism. Like I mentioned, I didn't really get a good look at how they did everything up, because it was night, but next summer I'll check it out more. But I already know I don't like it...

Anyway, I have lots of pictures of my trip but I haven't posted them online yet. I'm in the process of redesigning my main web site (http://www.emma-o.net) and will post all new photos there when it's done.

Well I hope to have more stories to tell when I visit next summer...Oh, and I still have stories and photos from previous year's trips, which I will get around to...someday, lol.

My Elliot Lake photos

2009-09-29T19:08:00.003-04:00

I plan on posting a lot of my Elliot Lake photos in the near future, but for now you can view them at my main site:

http://www.emma-o.net/photography_elliotlake_front.html

I have many, many more pictures that I haven't even posted online yet. Stay tuned!

My Elliot Lake vacation 2008 - The Year of the Fox

2009-08-25T16:39:00.002-04:00

I know I'm posting this very late, a year late actually, lol. I haven't had very much time to add content to this blog over the past year, but I'm slowly adding more and more stuff when I can. Here is a story from my vacation I took last year to Elliot Lake, and I hope to add more stories and pictures soon!

Originally posted at my site (www.emma-o.net), August 16 & 17, 2008:

Well I have been back in town for just over a week after going up North for 2. It was only supposed to be 1 week, but things happened and I decided to stay. I originally went up with a friend, but due to an emergency, he had to leave after only 3 days. We had planned on staying in town for 3 days and camping for 4. We were at camp for 1 night when he had to leave. We were at Cobre Lake, of course! I just love that place. God do I ever miss it. I wish I could camp there for more than a day or two though...

Anyway, so we were in Elliot Lake for 3 days. We hiked the usual trails, which are as beautiful as always. I was really wanting to explore some new territory, but since my friend had never been there before, I wanted to show him the local scenery and trails.

I don't need to describe the Horne Lake Trail, Spine Road Trail, Spruce Beach, etc., because I have already gone into detail about them in my previous years' blogs. So I will tell you about Cobre Lake and the little foxy friend who came to visit!

I was just about to climb into the tent to go to sleep, when I heard a noise to my left that caused me to look over. There is a short trail that leads to our camp site, and there standing at the end of the trail was a very beautiful and small red fox. S/he looked at me and I looked at it. I've seen foxes before, but not that up close and personal. It was maybe 10 feet from me. S/he had come looking for food, which told me someone who was there before us was feeding him/her. Dumb, dumb, dumb! When will people learn? So now this fox has learned to stop hunting because there are easy pickings when humans are around. >sigh< So anyway, the fox and I made direct eye contact, which was pretty exciting for me, to make a connection like that...but I knew he shouldn't be encouraged to stick around, so I tried to shoo him away. But he didn't want to go, so I just crawled in the tent and let him go do his thing. There was no food for it to get to, as we had packed it all away. Once inside the tent, I heard it run off to the left of us and that was that.

The next morning, we packed up our stuff and left. My friend dropped me off at my friend Blake's place (who I've been camping with before), because I decided I was going to stay in town. Even though I had a whole whack-load of camping equipment and food, I just couldn't leave. I just told myself I would figure out a way to get everything back...

So my friend went back home and Blake and I headed back out to Cobre Lake (he was initially supposed to meet us out there). Yeah it was a pain in the ass having to set everything up the night before, tear down in the morning and a few hours later, set everything back up again. But that is the price I'm willing to pay, because spending time in Nature is one of the most important things to me. And it was a fun time. Mr. or Miss Fox came back at around 730PM. S/he was so beautiful! And bold too. He came down the same trail and stood at the head of it, waiting for us to give him food. She was like a little dog or something, the way she sat and looked at us, so tame. (BTW, I'm using "he" and "she" because I don't know if it was a male or female fox). She sat just like a little dog, waiting for a treat, showing no fear at all. At other times she looked like a cat. Like when she laid down, curled up in a ball and wrapped her tail around her, just like a big, fluffy cat. And that tail was beautiful. I got so many good pictures of her, I can't wait to get them developed! I was very, very close to him/her. S/he was not afraid at all. And though that might seem nice and everything, that he came right up to us and showed no fear, it is a bad sign because an animal that has learned to take food from humans won't survive for very long. A wild carnivorous animal must hunt. And if it stops hunting, well...you know what can happen. Also, it makes humans more prone to attacks because an animal who is used to getting free hand-outs will start to expect and demand it, and may get aggressive when not given food. When an animal is hungry it isn't exactly the most friendly creature you want to encounter. Though the fox wasn't aggressive, he was persistent. And I learned in a situation like this, you must become an animal yourself and defend your food and territory, just like any other animal in the wild would do. You must exert your dominance. It was trying to make off with our garbage bag (or whatever else it could steal) so I had to make a lot of noise, and tell it "No!" very firmly and loudly. It had to know that we were dominant. I banged sticks, clapped my hands, spoke to it firmly, rang my bear bells, all to no avail. He did manage to swipe our garbage bag and ran off with it for a few feet before dropping it. There was nothing in it anyway. He came back though and was quite persistent. Finally, I blew my whistle a few times and that worked. He turned around and left and we didn't see him again. When I saw him leave, I felt glad and relieved because it now knew that not all humans will give him food. He was forced to go hunt or forage. I think people tend to blur the line between wild animals and pets. Sure he was cute and beautiful and tame, and we could have easily hand-fed him, but this was no doggie. This was a wild animal, and I don't think many people even realize the consequences of feeding wild animals, and how it effects them after you have left and there is no one giving them free hand-outs anymore. Well I hope my next 2 stories will show a little bit about what could happen when you let foxes get too friendly... Blake and I stayed at camp overnight because the next day it started to pour like crazy. I would have stayed anyway, but he didn't want to camp in the rain, so we left. But a day or two later we went driving around, and went to check out the old Panel Mine site and Quirke Lake. It was really nice out there...hell, EVERYWHERE you go in the Elliot Lake area is nice. But as we were driving there, we encountered a pack of foxes in the road. They were small, and I thought that maybe they were pups from the same litter. They were beautiful! But again, it was obvious they were being fed by humans because they literally approached the car and demanded food. They were not scared of the car at all. We had to drive slowly so we didn't hit them. There had to be 5 or 6 of them all together in the road. Wow, it was like Canadian Fox Safari or something. I got a couple pictures, but none of the whole group of them together. I've got one more fox story, and another reason why they should never be given food. I was heading out for a solo hike over to the Mount Dufour Ski Hill Trail, and I had barely gotten anywhere on the trail when I encountered a fox. I think me and Blake had seen this same fox the day before, carrying a rabbit in its mouth. It might have been a different fox, but I have a feeling it was the same one. Anyway, it came out of the bush behind me, and proceeded to follow me down the trail. I turned around and made noises at it to scare it off, but it didn't leave. It kept its eyes on me and ran towards me with its ears back. I knew in my gut that someone had been feeding him, and here he was demanding food. This is what I was just talking about--they learn to associate humans with food and therefore expect all humans to feed them. And this is where it can get dangerous, because a hungry animal can be an aggressive animal. And this little one was determined to get food from me, I could see it in his face and in his gait. He was stalking me, pretty much. And yes, it was scary. I don't want to get attacked by any animal, and a fox has sharp teeth...I kept walking, hoping it would go away, but it kept following. Then 2 ATV's came motoring by, and the fox jumped back into the bushes. I saw my chance to leave and I turned around and headed back out the trail. So much for my hike! But it's better to be safe than sorry... So that is why, folks, you should NEVER feed ANY wild animal ANYTHING! I know they're cute and sometimes not very shy, but just leave them alone, period.

Elliot Lake Real Estate links

2009-08-25T16:18:00.006-04:00

http://www.elliotlakerealestate.ca/indexa.htm

http://www.remax-elliotlake-on.com/

http://www.elliotlake.com/realestate/

http://saultstemarie.kijiji.ca/f-elliot-lake-housing-W0QQCatIdZ34QQKeywordZelliotQ20lake

http://www.blindriverrealestate.ca/indexa.htm

http://homes.point2.com/CA/Ontario/Central-Ontario/Algoma-District/Elliot-Lake-Real-Estate.aspx

http://www.forsalesold.com/on12.html

http://www.elliotlakerealestate.ca/listbob.htm

Elliot Lake weather

2008-07-07T11:26:00.006-04:00

The Weather Network

Elliot Lake Weather

Environment Canada

Weather City

Elliot Lake Standard

Elliot Lake trail maps

2008-07-07T10:14:00.008-04:00

ATV trails

The Deer Trail (driving route)

Elliot Lake and Blind River Recreational Map

Hiking:

Westview and Horne Lake Trail

Mount Dufour/Fire Tower Lookout Trails 1

Mount Dufour Trails 2

Sherriff Creek Trails

Sherriff Creek Trails 2

Spine Road Trails

Spine Road Trail Topographical Map

Semiwhite/Helenbar Trails

Cobre Lake Trails

Cobre Lake Trail 2

Elliot Lake road maps

2008-07-07T08:50:00.005-04:00

Google Map

MapQuest

Elliot Lake Proximity Map

How to Make the Most of Your Day Hike!

2008-06-22T18:41:00.012-04:00

I wrote this article a while back, and since hiking is one of my favourite Elliot Lake activities, I thought it would be appropriate for this blog. I'm sure the info will be useful to anyone who's planning a wilderness day trip, in Elliot Lake or elsewhere.

Besides being a great form of exercise, hiking stimulates the senses and soothes the soul. Here are some tips on making your wilderness treks safe and enjoyable.

Ah, the great outdoors! There's nothing like waking up with the birds, loading up on supplies and hitting the trails for a day hike. Whether you're going alone or with company, walking amongst nature is almost always a pleasant experience. Not only is hiking a fantastic aerobic workout, it also instills a feeling of inner peace and serenity. An excellent stress-reliever, hiking burns calories, strengthens muscles, hones balance and co-ordination, builds self-confidence and is a feast for the senses. Depending on the location, a good trail can provide you with bonuses like spectacular vistas and lookouts, rushing rivers and waterfalls, ancient rock and trees, private beaches, hills, mountains, sparkling lakes and bountiful flora and fauna.

Preparedness essential to a safe and pleasant hike

Through all the beauty and splendor of a wilderness walk, one has to keep in mind that anything can happen, at any time. A good rule to remember is, "Expect the unexpected." Basic survival skills are a must. Knowing how to use a compass and how to preform first aid are essential to the woodland explorer. Before becoming a serious nature-walker, you should familiarize yourself with the wild plants and animals in the area you are going to explore. Supplement your survival skills with a general knowledge of local wildlife, weeds, wildflowers, herbs, trees, fungi and berries. Study animal behavior and what you should do in case of an encounter. The last thing you want is to be face-to-face with a bear and not know how to deal with it in a safe and appropriate manner.

There are many books available that provide valuable information on survival in the wilderness and trail safety. Field guides are always in the naturalist's library! Take them along with you on your hikes, and use them to identify unknown plants, fungi, birds, animal tracks, et cetera. You might find it handy to have a notebook to jot down details you could forget.

The internet is a rich source of useful information on outdoor safety. Do your research before heading out into the wild. Gather together as many maps, brochures and other printed information on the area you'll be exploring, and remember to take these with you. You won't become a wilderness expert overnight, but you will gain valuable knowledge that will make you a smarter hiker. Building a knowledge base about nature is important if you want to be safe and feel confident out in the woods.

Always tell someone where you are going and when you should be back. The chances of getting cell phone reception in the backwoods are slim. Keep track of how long you stay out and allow yourself enough time and energy to either complete the trail or turn back before nightfall.

What to bring

Investing in the proper attire and gear will save you a lot of potential hassles and discomfort. Make sure your footwear is comfortable. Don't wear anything too heavy, bulky or inflexible, and rubber soles are ideal as they won't slip on wet rock. Try different types of footwear until you find something suitable for you. Cargo pants are excellent because they have many pockets and you can roll them up, if need be.

A backpack is essential. Avoid shoulder bags or carrying a purse. A backpack allows your arms to be free, and the weight of your gear to be centered and balanced on your body. It's a good idea to keep it stocked with several important and useful items. They include:

A first aid kit (bandages, pain relievers, Benadryl for bee stings and reactions, small scissors, tape, cotton swabs, cotton balls, et cetera)
Trail tape (preferably a bright color, like orange, and remember to remove it on your way back so as not to litter and/or confuse other hikers)

Maps of trails and area (topographical and road maps)
Field guides and notebook with pen
Compass and GPS (you can now buy hand-held GPS's that are made for being in the backwoods)
Watch
Small flashlight
Glow stick
Magnifying glass
Space blanket
Whistle
Sunscreen
Insect repellent
A few grocery bags for carrying out garbage or soiled or wet clothing, or to protect paper materials from moisture
Small knife or Swiss Army knife
Compact umbrella and/or rain poncho
Waterproof matches, lighter
A small tube of really good adhesive, such as Goop (www.amazinggoop.com) in case you need to repair a broken shoe, eyeglasses, equipment, et cetera
A roll of electrical or duct tape
Toilet paper
Wet-Naps
Bear spray and bear bells (if hiking in bear country)
Extra pair of lightweight shoes, like sport sandals or water slippers
Extra pair of socks
A long-sleeved shirt or hoodie
Sunglasses
Hat with a wide brim
Camera and film, or digital camera (for taking all those great pictures!)
Binoculars

This is just a sample list. You can customize it to your own needs, and of course there might be times when you won't need all of this stuff. But it's better to have too much than too little!

You should always carry plenty of water. Two liters is ideal, especially if you plan on being out for four hours or more. Take healthy, light snacks with you, no junk food. Good foods to take with you include raw nuts and seeds, peanut butter or any other nut butter sandwiches on whole-grain bread (preferably a rye that is low in yeast, sugar and salt), fruit leather, granola bars and seed bars that are low in sugar, oils and additives, trail mix and bananas. These particular foods are high in vitamins, minerals, fiber, protein, good fats and carbohydrates. They will keep you going on those long hikes, and fill you up without weighing you down. Plus, there's little garbage or mess to worry about afterwards.

Make sure you can handle it!

Before hitting the trails, you should have a sensible assessment of your fitness level. If you never walk and the only exercise you get is from the couch to the television to the refrigerator, don't attempt any long hikes, especially ones that go up hills and through rugged terrain. Start with something you can handle, and remember it's okay to turn back if you feel tired or in pain. It's okay to challenge yourself, but over-exerting yourself can lead to fatigue, soreness and even injury. If you have health problems, you should definitely consult with your doctor before going on any hikes, or starting any new exercise regimen, for that matter.

To help you along, find yourself a nice, solid, straight stick to walk with and to use for leverage and balance when you need to. A stick will help you get up and down hills and over rock. Use it to check loose rock when going up and down hills, and to feel around rock in water.

Walk at a slow, steady, comfortable pace. Remember that there is no need to rush. Take the time to observe a pretty flower or interesting fungus. Stop near a stream or waterfall and just listen to the soothing sounds of the water. Pay attention to the abundance of life that is around you. If you hear a strange call from the treetops, try to find the owner of the voice, and even converse with it if you so desire (in its own language, of course!). Don't just make it a walk, make it an adventure, a learning experience, a story you can tell your friends and family. Taking the time to really connect with nature makes you forget that you're giving your body one of the best workouts it can get!

Rules to remember

Just like any sport, hiking has its rules. The "Hiker's Code" is a code of ethics that should be followed out of respect for nature and other people who enjoy the trails.

Do not disturb wildlife
Hike only on marked trails
Keep dogs on a leash and pick up after it
Stay off of private property

These few simple rules ensure the safety and cleanliness of the trails for people, plants and animals. And remember, " If you can carry it in, you can carry it out", and, "Take nothing but photographs and leave nothing but footprints".

Have fun and be safe out there!

Elliot Lake Wikipedia

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliot_Lake

History of Elliot Lake

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The City of Elliot Lake owes its existence to the uranium mining industry. In the early 1950s, when a huge ore body of uranium was discovered in the Canadian Shield near Elliot Lake, the Provincial Government created a special agency to ensure the development of Elliot Lake as a viable community. This agency known as the Planning and Development Department of the Ontario Ministry of Housing, was formed in October of 1955. Members of the special board included Franc Joubin, E.B. Gillanders, W.E. Willoughby, P.L. Percy Brown and Robert C. Hart. Controlled and planned development ensured that Elliot Lake would not turn into a shack town.

Read more and see pictures here:
http://www.cityofelliotlake.com/historyhome.html

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History of Elliot Lake

While current and past residents know that Elliot Lake was only founded in 1955, but in reality the Elliot Lake region has known centuries of human endeavour.

Only a few minutes from Elliot Lake in any direction, you can sense the beat of the First Nations drum, the splash of the Voyageur paddle, the missionary zeal of the Jesuit.

A mere 130 years ago, an Ojibwa village thrived on the shores of present day Elliot Lake, close to where the local hospital now stands.

Mississagi Park, just 25 kilometers north of present day Elliot Lake was the scene of Ojibwa activity for 10,000 years and First Nations pictographs exist along the shores of Dunlop and Quirke Lake, just 5 minutes north of the city.

Read more and see pictures here:
http://www.cityofelliotlake.com/history.html

Elliot Lake Web Sites

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My Journal of My Elliot Lake Vacation 2007

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Originally published at my site (http://www.emma-o.net), August 4, 2007:

Well I go home tomorrow. I stayed an extra day to go camping at Cobre Lake (http://www.emma-o.net/Pix/CobreLake.jpg)with my friend Blake. It was great! Boy, today was quite the adventure for me! I want to write about that first.

I got up at 8AM to hike the Cobre Lake trail. It was really great! Last year Blake and I went about half-way around the trail. This year I was bound and determined to do the whole thing. It's 11 KM, going up Mount Belvedere (http://www.emma-o.net/Pix/CobreLake_morning5.jpg) and behind Cobre Lake, around Ten Fish Lake and Blue Sky Lake and back to Cobre. There are old, abandoned copper mines along the way. Near Cobre Lake you can find all kinds of old mining equipment in the bush, as well as an old log cabin, and a stone fireplace (http://www.emma-o.net/Pix/CobreLake_fireplace.jpg) from long ago. It really is a great trail, the best one (and most challenging) so far that I've hiked in the Elliot Lake area.

I started from camp and went in the direction of Mount Belvedere first. The trail is supposed to start in the opposite direction, but I have never been able to find the actual entrance. I figured it would take me about 6 hours to do, as most of my hikes are in the 10-12K range and it usually takes me that long to complete them. I figured if I left by 930AM I would be back by 330PM. So I made my tea and breakfast over the fire and got ready to go.

Blake was sleeping so I left him a note saying when to expect me back at camp. I headed off on my merry way, stopping every now and then to observe a squirrel, bird or to look up a mushroom in my mushroom field guide. It was a beautiful, pleasant day, and I just relished the serenity of being alone in the wilderness in the morning hours.

Since I never did the whole trail before, I didn't know exactly how long it would take me to complete it. Blake had to be back in town that evening, so I made sure to hustle a little bit and get back at a decent hour.

I started the steep ascent up Mount Belvedere, savouring the aerobic workout and gulping down deep breaths of oxygen. I sang and chanted, but after a little while I had to save my breath for the rocky climb up the hill.

I got to the top of Mount Belvedere and took in the view. Like last year, I was in total awe of the beauty of the hills and lakes around me. I was there, alone, and I had all that abundance to myself. It was my moment, and mine alone. That view, those images in my mind, are mine alone, and I can write about it and describe it in as much detail as possible, but you just can't understand this experience unless you've been up there too.

The wind sounds different up there. It whistles and howls and blows through the trees, and when you hear that sound, you know you are in the wild. That sound comes from the wind whistling through the trees...if I think hard enough I can remember just what that sounds like.

I love being up so high that you can see the shadows of the clouds on the trees below. The top of the hill consists of fairly smooth rock, trees and lots of blueberry bushes. There is no feeling like sitting down on that smooth rock, so high above the ground, and there is no other person in sight, anywhere...I didn't even hear a single plane out there.

After signing the guest book at the top of the mountain/hill, I began my descent down the hill and along the trail. I came across the familiar round, moss-covered rocks I saw last year. I remembered how they looked like strange, huge eggs or pods. I imagined wood nymphs, faeries and other creatures would hatch from them...

I reached a little marshy area that signals the start of Ten Fish Lake. Earlier on, Blake had run into an older man who said there was a really nice beach there. I told myself if I find that beach, I'm going skinny-dippin'!

I hiked along, and the trail alongside Ten Fish Lake was so beautiful. Sometimes you find certain trails, or parts of a trail that just have a certain something about them, something that makes them more beautiful and special than others. They have this magical quality to them, perhaps because they are so pure and pristine, untouched and unspoiled for thousands of years. This part of the trail is like that for me. I just love finding lakes and ponds that are tucked away in the wilderness, and are inaccessible unless you hike in. They are so quiet, serene and still. This part of Ten Fish is like that...it's a bit marshy, and the trail runs along the top of rock close to the water, and through pine trees. It then goes over some smooth rock. I love these rock patches because they just open up the bush. The sun comes in and warms everything up, releasing the yummy scent of pine, berries, leaves, wild roses and foliage.

Anyway, I did find the beach, and yes it was beautiful. Spring-fed lake, trees all around, narrow beach trimming the shoreline in a gentle arc. There was not a single human soul in sight. It was a gorgeous sunny day, about +24 Celsius. I took off all my clothes and went in!

I always wondered why people said skinny-dipping felt so great. Now I know. I always wondered what difference did it make if you wore a bikini or nothing, but once I was in there, I realized that those 2 small scraps of material really do prevent you from enjoying the experience of having the cool, clean water caressing every square inch of your skin. I came out feeling reborn! It was wonderful, magical and a moment I will never forget. I had that gorgeous lake all to myself. I just can't describe the feeling of being that far into the bush and swimming in that lake, tucked away from civilization. Cobre Lake itself is about 50K from Elliot Lake (I think so anyway. I know it's kinda far), and then to hike an extra 10K or so into the woods really makes you feel like you are in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! And there is no place I'd rather be!

After my quick dip, I got dressed and continued onwards, and discovered that Ten Fish is a pretty big lake. The trail went all along the lake. It was pretty mundane from the beach forward, compared to the rest of the trail. I walked and walked and walked, until I finally neared Blue Sky Lake.

The trail leading up to it goes through this really gorgeous patch of super-tall red and white pines. You look up and all you see are these great giants reaching for the sky. I've seen this type of forest from afar, while on the road, and they always looked so inviting. I always wanted to walk through them, and I finally did. I wish I took pictures, but I ran out of film!

Blue Sky Lake was pretty, but not spectacular, and there wasn't anything really "special" about it. There was a nice, square, flat rock that jutted out into the water that was perfect for sitting, resting and relaxing. I didn't stop to rest though, because I knew I was nearing the last bit of the trail and just wanted to finish it. The trail again went up a hill. There are supposed to be abandoned mines in the area, but I didn't see them. I saw blue markers that I think indicated where they're located, but I didn't take the time to look. By that time, after all that climbing, I was tired. It was a long, grueling trail and I was eager to get back to camp in time. So when I finally saw Cobre Lake again, I was happy and excited!

There is always a feeling of accomplishment whenever I complete a challenging trail, or get to the top of a big hill. I have always believed hiking is a metaphor for life. If you sweat and toil and push yourself, you'll get to the top and be rewarded with a nice view, and a great feeling. Or you can take the easy way and not challenge yourself. Sure, you won't sweat or feel pain, but you'll also never touch the sky.

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So there I am, following the trail, I can see camp directly across the lake, when I come across the trail markers. (The trails are marked with arrows.) There are arrows on both sides of the tree, facing either direction. The arrow facing me was broken, but I could see a clear path through the bush. Also, judging by the position of the nails in the tree, I could see where the arrow was hammered in. But the strange thing was, the arrow's position was towards the opposite of the trail. I looked where it was originally pointing. No trail, only a hill reaching up and up. So I figured the trail has gotta be THE trail. I follow it and it goes right along the edge of Cobre Lake. I go over some rocks and through brush and dead trees, when suddenly the trail just stops. All that's before me is a huge tangle of dead trees. I couldn't see how a trail could possibly go through there. It was very strange.

So I figured the original positioning of the arrow was correct after all. I turn around and go back out the trail back to the markers. I look all around where the arrow was originally pointing. No trail. I start thinking, "What the f***"! I couldn't see how there could be a possible trail there either. I climb up the hill a bit, but I don't see a trail anywhere. Strange. So I figured the trail I just went down had to be the right way...any other way I was either going to go through the lake, or back from where I came, or up the big hill. And I didn't see a trail ANYWHERE going up that hill.

So I check out the trail again. There is no way I can get through that brush. I start cursing and swearing at the people who broke and/or didn't mark the trail and/or maintain the trail properly. I knew what my choices were -- a) to either go up the hill and try to find the trail, or b) go in the water and follow the water's edge to the beachy area of Cobre Lake I can see just off to my left, or c) go aaaallllll the way back the same way I came, which I definitely did NOT want to do!!!

So I go up, up, up the hill, thinking that as long as I can see the lake I'm ok. Problem was, the lake kept getting further and further away and I was getting higher and higher up the hill, and no trail was in sight. It's funny how from the bottom you can see perfectly cleared-out trail-like ledges, but when you get up there, it looks the same as it does down at the bottom. I decide then and there that I am NOT going to get lost out there, and head back down the hill. It's also funny how you think you will recognize the same trees and rocks going down that you used climbing up, but nope. I usually use trail tape to mark my way, but I didn't think I'd veer off that far (funny how that happens too) and wouldn't need it. But I made it down and for a few seconds I realized I had no idea where the trail was (because I didn't come down in the same place as going up). But I did find it and found myself at the water's edge.

It didn't look too deep, and Cobre Lake is a clean lake, spring-fed like the others. The rocks didn't look slippery. They're not all covered in algae like they are down in Toronto in Lake Ontario. I knew the water was warm too. Plus I had my water shoes. So I decided to try walking along the water's edge, until I got to the beach which was probably less than a 1/4 km from me. I put my water shoes on, rolled up my cargo pants and stepped in the water.

The rocks were a bit slippery, but there were plenty of twigs and branches to hold on to. I walked about 4 steps before I was hip-deep in the water. It was crystal-clear. It didn't look that deep from the shore, but water can be very tricky like that sometimes. But I decided to just give a try and see how it goes.

I didn't anticipate the big, dead trees along the edge, and how far they jutted out. I tried to maneuver around one, only to have the pointy branches get in my face. A twig found its way under my glasses and pulled them off my face and into the water. That moment is a horrifying moment from my darkest nightmares. lol. Seriously, because I am so blind without my glasses. For a brief moment I thought, "Well at least I have my contact lenses." But I had to get my glasses back. I reached into the water and felt around the rocks for a few horrible moments. Finally my hands grasped them and I pulled them out. They were fine, thank God/dess. If I did not find my glasses, I would have been toast. It was a bit scary, being in that wild water all by myself with no glasses. At that point I decided that this was NOT the way to get out of there and I turned around and got out of that lake. I knew my only option was to turn around and walk aaaaalllll the way back, the whole 9 km or so. Oh yeah, you better believe I was cursing and swearing at that point! lol Just the frustration of knowing how tough that trail was (and doubly so because I walked a bit fast) and that I had to do it all over again

And it turned out I didn't have my contacts with me after all.

So I decided, "I'm screwed", and since camp is right across the lake, I should holler for Blake. I figured, if we could hear the loons clear across the lake and the next lake over, he should be able to hear me scream his name. Which is what I proceeded to do, as well as blow my whistle that I always keep in my back pack. I figured, maybe he'd hear me and come down the trail looking for me, and maybe direct me to where the trail connects, if it connects. Unbeknownst to me, Blake had gone to nearby Laurentian Lodge for a coffee and wasn't at camp to hear my hollering.

I knew I had to get back, so I got in tunnel-vision mode and just told myself about the task at hand, and thanked the Gods that I am as fit as I am, as as healthy as I am. I just had to keep reminding myself of my strength, stamina and endurance. I would say to myself in my mind, "It's ok, you're strong, you can do it." I've walked 18 km before, which is what I was looking at. But I had never hiked 18 km of steep hills, over and around boulders, fallen trees and rotting logs, plus crossing a small river on rickety logs, going up and down and around rocky terrain, through mud, twigs and bush.

I was only about 2 km from the end of the trail when I had to turn back. You can't imagine my frustration! So close to camp, but so far. But I just put myself in that "zone" and plowed away. I realized I probably wouldn't make it back until about 630 PM or so. Thank God/dess that I had left early in the day too.

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I made my long, gruelling way back. I panted along, feet wet, thirsty, sore, sweaty, hungry and tired. I almost sprained my ankle 4 times because of my wet, soggy shoes going over rock. I finally said, "Fuck it." And put my running-type shoes on. They're really comfortable, but the heels are all ripped. But I couldn't risk getting a sprained ankle out there.

I was dehydrated, even though I already drank almost 2 L of water. I knew I was gonna run out, so I made myself conserve my water until I got to Ten Fish Lake, where I could refill my water bottle from the lake. The water is safe to drink in all the lakes out there, because they are so clean.

When I got to Ten Fish I felt so relieved. I was about half-way to camp. I drank my water, and refilled my bottle. I considered going for another dip because I was so hot and sweaty. But I was so determined to get back that I couldn't stop for any length of time. I didn't eat, even though I was hungry. I didn't want to get cramps, plus I find I am faster and feel lighter when I exercise on a slightly empty stomach. I did eat breakfast, but it was easily 3 PM at that point.

It was the toughest workout of my life. I had to stop a few times to give my heart a chance to slow down. I'm a fit person and everything, but even for me, going back all that way was a workout and a half. My legs were killing me, especially my thigh muscles, due to all the climbing. I couldn't help but wonder what an average person would do...how could they make it back, if they were in maybe half as good of shape as I'm in? They would not make it.

Oh, and did I mention I was in bear country?? Yeah, a lot of bear poo everywhere. I began to worry that my sweat and heavy breathing would attract an animal that thought I was injured or something...

Every now and again I called out and whistled to Blake, just in case he did hear me and was looking for me, For all he knew, I could have been injured or attacked by a bear or something. So by calling and blowing my whistle, he could hear that I was moving and ok, and that I just needed his help. But he never heard me.

When I got to the top of Mount Belvedere again, I just sat on the rock and ate a small handful of raw sunflower seeds. Raw sunflower seeds are an excellent hiking and wilderness food because they are nutrient-rich and dense in protein. They fill you up, nourish you and give you energy. But I could eat only a small handful.

The way down was tortuous and scary, because the slope was very steep, and narrow and littered with loose rock. You have to watch every step. My thighs were jittering and aching as I made the slow descent. But somehow I made it.

It was about 2 km from the bottom of the mountain to camp. I was almost there...When I neared camp, I began hollering for Blake again. But he never heard me or came to get me.

I got to camp. Finally. It was 5 PM, and I was back well ahead of time. I could have slowed down out there, but I was just so focussed on getting back. I had to make it out, had to...

I realized Blake wasn't there. The car was there, everything was there. I thought, "Oh my God, he's out there looking for me." And he is not in nearly as good shape as I'm in. I began to worry about him, and to hope that he was not way the hell out there looking for me. I shouted his name. No response. I did it again a minute later. Nothing. A third time, and I hear "Yo!". Relief. I am so glad he's nearby. OMG, what a disaster the whole thing could have been, with the glasses incident and him going off in the bush looking for me, and the whole thing. He gets back to camp and I tell him the whole story. My body was trembling all over and I was craving regular water. It took me a long time to calm down. I felt like the whole thing was just horrible. In my whole life I have never physically exerted myself so much that I felt sick.

But you know what? After about an hour or two of relaxing, pigging out and drinking bottled water, I began to feel good. I began to laugh at my experience, and knew that it was a good one, no matter what. It was an adventure all right, one I'll remember and think about regularly. It'll inspire me and uplift me, make me smile, and give me a confidence boost when I need it. I proved a few things and I learned a few things too. I learned something about Nature -- that it might be beautiful, but it can be damn cold too. When I was in my predicament, it showed no sympathy, nor did it lend a helping hand. Nature just is. It's not a bad thing, it just is. When you are out there, you're enveloped by it and it can swallow you whole.

But I learned a few things about myself too -- that I can keep my wits about me in an unpredictable situation, especially if I'm way out in the woods. And that I have a strong survival instinct and can get myself out of a predicament. I did feel that initial buzz of panic when I realized I couldn't find the trail and knew that I'd probably have to walk all the back, or go in the water. I really wasn't sure if I could do it...well, I knew I could (I had to), but what if I couldn't?

I also learned to keep my books and writing paper wrapped in plastic in my back pack. (Which I did, but not securely enough and my field guides got wet.) And to always keep a spare pair of contacts in my back pack.

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I can't wait to hike the Cobre Lake trail again next summer!!!
But this time I'm gonna start from the opposite side of the lake...and see if I can find where the trail connects!

Photos from My Elliot Lake Vacation 2007

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Here are a few photos from my Elliot Lake vacation last summer. There are many more to come!
BTW, these pictures were all taken with a 35mm camera.

McCarthy Lake - Just outside of town.

McCarthy Lake

Horne Lake - Caves and rocks along the Horne Lake trail.

Horne Lake - Sunset on Horne Lake.

My Journal of My Elliot Lake Vacation 2006

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Originally posted at my web site (http://www.emma-o.net), August 14, 2006:

I just have a few moments to post a bit about my trip up North. I am off to my mom's for
a week tomorrow so I won't be around to post more until Monday. But here is something
I had posted at another site.

Hey everyone!

I'm back from my vacation in Elliot Lake, but am leaving again
tomorrow to spend the week at my mom's, but I wanted to pop in and
tell you about my vacation.

Yes, I saw bears! Lots of them! It was amazing. Except I only saw
them at the town dump I would have liked to have seen them out in
the wild, but they were nowhere to be found out there, and I went
hiking EVERYWHERE! It was so beautiful and amazing up there...just
lakes and hills and ancient pines everywhere. However, seeing them at
the dump is better than not seeing them at all. I got some GREAT
video footage and when I get back from my mom's I'll start working on
it to post on the site. I probably won't have any pictures though,
because it was night and too dark for the camera to take decent pix.
I saved a few though and will try to lighten them up in PhotoShop.
And I'll make some video stills. But the video footage is incredible,
imo. I got some excellent close-up shots of their faces, of them
eating and even one of a bear walking away and you can see the pads of
its feet so clearly. BTW, these are Black bears. One was HUGE. It
must have easily been 500 lbs., if not more. We were at the dump
almost every night to watch them. It was really interesting to
observe them. I noticed they came out every night at around 945 or 10
PM. I also noticed a hierarchy amongst the animals there. First, the
bears ate. Then when they were done, the raccoons and rats came out
for the leftovers. And boy, were the raccoons ever scared of the
bears! If they saw one coming, they just took off.

Most of the time there were maybe 2 or 3 bears eating at one time, but
we could always hear more in the bushes. The most bears out at one
time was about 5, maybe 6. We saw a couple older cubs...and we also
saw 2 adults rear up on their hind legs and fight! Wow, that was
incredible. I unfortunately didn't get this videotaped because I
still hadn't figured out how to use the night vision feature yet!
The next night we saw the same 2 bears eating together but boy, the
air was thick with tension between them. You could hear them
growling, and did that sound send chills through me!

I should add that during all this time viewing them, the bears were
not farther than 30 feet from us...at times there was a bear not 15
feet away. I stayed in the car except for one time when I stepped out
of the car to get some better shots. There was a bear in the bushes
not 15 feet from me. I could hear it snorting and grunting and
chomping its food. It was SCARY! Being in such close proximity to
them was intimidating to say the least. I wondered how people like
Timothy and Charlie did what they did...they must have balls of steel,
lol. Although I adore bears and respect them so much, I could not
shake my fear of them.

The highlight of my trip was when one of the big bears came right up
to the car. We decided to turn off the car lights and flashlights and
see if the bears would not be as shy in the dark. So we did that,
than after a minute or two, turned on the flashlights and there it was
, right in front of the car, this HUGE bear looking right at us. OMG,
that was really, really freaky and cool!! I can't explain how I felt
to be that close to a bear, to look into its eyes and see its face so
clearly. They are something beautiful and fierce. Its face looked
cold and cruel and scary but magnificent at the same time. I caught
this on tape and will post it as well.

The next night we did it again and the same bear came to the car
again. I think if we had done this a few more times, the bear would
have eventually come right up to the windows or maybe even climbed up
on the car!

Though all of this sounds like an amazing experience, I have to admit
that all of this should not have even happened. Because the
unfortunate thing is these bears should not be eating garbage. There
are locked gates to the dump, and dumping outside of the gate is
illegal. I can understand that if you have a town dump in the middle
of bear country then you're gonna have bears in the dump. But in this
case, people come to the dump to purposely illegally dump garbage in
order to attract and watch the bears. We saw this on 2 occasions. I
caught one offender on tape. They drive up, dump their garbage, get
back in their vehicles and wait for the bears to come. They are
intentionally feeding the bears garbage and turning them into
dangerous bears. This sickens me, especially because the general
consensus in Elliot Lake is that the bears are a problem, something
needs to be done, bring back the spring bear hunt, etc., etc., etc.
They do have a problem with bears wandering into town, and gee, I
wonder why??

Overall though I am so happy to have spent so much time with these
bears. I wonder why no one has picked this area of North America to
study bears? I especially think someone should start keeping an eye
on the dump bears...

I also had a great time doing other things on my trip--hiking like
crazy (probably about 10km on average every day!), seeing all kinds of
other animals like rabbits, a fox, partridges, bald eagles, hawks,
beavers, squirrels, chipmunks, great blue herons...so many beautiful
and wonderful things I can't remember them all. I spent the last 2
days of my vacation camping at a place called Cobre Lake. It was just
gorgeous there! I got up at 6 AM one day and heard a wolf howl in the
distance...the mist was rising off the lake and hummingbirds flew
around everywhere. It was a magical moment I'll never forget.

Unfortunately, my vacation ended on a tragic note. I got a ride back
home with a couple friends and on the drive back, we hit a bear
. I can't tell you how bad I felt...I felt like my heart was
wrenched out of my chest. I can feel tears welling up as I type this
and think about it. The only thing I am grateful for is that we were
driving in a huge motorhome and not a car, or else the accident could
have been much, much worse. We saw the bear come out of the bush and
my friend was like, "Hey look at the bear!" And it all happened so
fast...the bear just darted into the road...I saw its face and eyes
and I knew we were gonna hit it. I yelled, "Don't hit it!" but it was
too late...I knew we couldn't stop...I just braced myself for that
dreaded sound...we hit it and I just cried out. I was shaking all
over. We pulled over a bit of ways up the road. There was a bit of
damage to the motorhome. I was stunned, in shock and disbelief that
we had actually hit it. Traffic had stopped behind us. A vehicle
that was behind us pulled over and the people stopped to talk to us.
They told us the bear was still alive but laying in the middle of the
road. They had called the MNR (Ministry of Natural Resources) and the
cops to come and take care of it. I really, really wanted to walk
down and check on it (not that I could do anything for it, except to
say sorry and pray and be with it during its dying moments...it was
the least I could do) but our friend had an important business meeting
and we had to go...

I was sad the whole day, just heart-broken. I never thought my
vacation would end like that...

But overall, it was an amazing trip and I will post everything I have
very soon, when I get back from my mom's!

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Originally posted at my site, August 21, 2006:

Well where do I start?

I was away for 2 weeks. Every year I go I stay longer. I'm saving my money so I can stay the whole summer next year. I have to. It's so amazingly beautiful up there. And peaceful. I need to be in a place like that.

In case you don't know, I was in Elliot Lake, Ont., which is between Sudbury and Sault Ste. Marie. It's a small town with a population around 12, 000 or so. It used to be a big mining town but the mines closed at around '90 or so. It's now mainly a retirement community, lots of old people. But it's still a great place for hiking, camping and other outdoor activities.

Anyway, my days spent up there usually went like this:

Get up anywhere from 7 AM to 830 AM,
Get my breakfast together,
Eat my breakfast at my bench down by Horne Lake (it is so peaceful eating breakfast there) and also do meditation and chanting,
Go for a hike (anywhere from 3-6hours),
Go back to hotel to change,
Go walk somewhere else (to the beach, a short hike, etc.) or call my friend Blake and go check places out by car,
Watch bears.

I was out day and night. Blake took me to see so many different lakes and places. We went to Laurentian Lodge, which is beautiful, Dunlop Lodge and Frontier Lodge. I'll try to remember all the lakes we went to too. The one I remember the most is Cobre Lake because we camped there. It is so beautiful. It's a small, spring-fed lake surrounded by rolling hills and trees. The shoreline is very beachy and sandy all the way around. Where we camped there was a small beach and the water was very warm. I found a lot of interesting rocks at Cobre Lake, including raw copper and zinc, amethyst and malachite. Plus others...

I will post more soon...
I have to go now!

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Originally posted at my site, August 23, 2006:

The first real hike I went on was the Horne Lake trail. It was a rainy day, but I took my umbrella and out I went. It was dark and quiet in the forest. It was a little scary too. My first hike alone through the bush is always a little scary, but I get over it quickly enough. I heard things moving in the bush...I guess because of the rain there were more animals taking shelter in the bush than out hunting and doing their usual thing. I found a freshly-killed mouse or small rodent a larger animal had killed. It's head was bitten off. It was very fresh. The animal must have just killed it, but heard me coming and took off.
Also, when I was looking for the trail that connects with the Sherriff Creek Wildlife Sanctuary, I stepped into some bush and heard a large-sounding animal snore. I don't know what was in there, but I backed out of there quick!
I went to my usual spot--a big, open meadow with hills in the back. There are pictures in my section: http://www.emma-o.net/photography_elliotlake.htm
This is one of my favourite places in Elliot Lake. I don't know why...it's just special. Maybe because it signifies the end of the trail. It's just a beautiful, serene place.

Serenity...

That's a word that has been bouncing around in my head a lot lately. If there's one thing I have learned from this trip, it's that I need serenity. I need to get away, even for an hour or two everyday, and go off on my own to a place by the lake, where there are birds and animals, and just let my mind go...
To take moments of alone time, where I can meditate or chant or just connect...
To feel that peace and tranquility that comes from being around Nature and animals.

Up North that feeling of tranquility is magnified by 100. There was this lake we went to...Kindiogami, I think. It was sundown, all the hills and trees were dark. Just the sky was holding a bit of blue, and the lake was a rich inky colour. All was quiet, except for the crickets. Suddenly I heard splashing in the water out in the lake. I turned on my video camera and zoomed in. It was 2 loons, chasing each other. They began hooting and calling. That was one of the most magical moments I have ever experienced. Their voices echoed and reverberated and bounced off the trees, hills and lake. We were surrounded by the sound of their voices. It was the most haunting sound I have ever heard. I can still remember how that sound gave me goosebumps. It was a mystical experience. When things like that happen, I feel it's a gift from God/dess/Nature.

I recorded it on video, but I don't think the mic picked up the sounds as well. The reverb effect is kinda lost...but maybe I can do something about that.

The same night we saw this lake, we visited Cobre Lake, Flack Lake and a few others. We saw many passing by in the car. I was looking for moose, but I didn't see any, unfortunately.

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Originally posted at my site, January 27, 2007:

Cobre Lake

If there is one place that I cannot stop thinking about, it's Cobre Lake. Every time I go up North there is always a place or moment that just shines like no other. Don't get me wrong, everything about the North is great. But some places just stay in your heart more than others.

I truly believe when you go out into the wilderness, you are as close to God/dess as you're gonna get, without actually dying and meeting Him/Her face-to-face. The wilderness is a touch of Heaven on Earth. God/dess created it so we would not forgot our Home...

So when you go into the woods, it's like going into Heaven for a while. And you never, ever want to leave...

I find people who aren't spiritual aren't in touch with Nature, and vice-versa. It all makes sense. And that's why non-spiritual people have no problems with destroying Nature...

But that's a whole other topic...

Back to Cobre Lake.

My friend Blake and I spent only 4 days and 2 nights there, but it was a place and an experience I won't ever forget. I don't think a day goes by that I don't think of it. There's nothing like being out in the boonies, away from civilization. Cobre Lake is a spring-fed lake, so the water is clean and pure. I made my tea with it. Believe it or not, this was my first camping trip ever. I mean, I camped once in a trailer, but this was the first time being out in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, cooking over a campfire and sleeping in a tent. But I adjusted in no time at all. Of course, it is my home.

Our first night there, I had made up my mind to get up at the crack of dawn. I was close. I got up at 530. Upon opening the tent, I was greeted with a sight I will never, ever forget. A thin, flowy mist hung over the lake and hills. Just behind the hills, dawn's first glow was just visible. The sky was dark blue. It was probably the most serene moment I ever had in my life. And it was all mine. I walked over to the area where we had our firepit, and I heard a wolf howl across the lake. I was videotaping all of it, and I got its voice on tape. I took many pictures.

I enjoyed the moment, just soaked it all in. It was pretty chilly for that time of year. We were there during the first week of August, and it had gone down to only +5 over night. So I got the fire going again and prepared my breakfast. As I was gathering kindling for the fire, I was standing by a bush and I heard a sound behind me that nearly scared me out of my skin. It sounded just like an animal growling. I turned around a saw a hummingbird right by my head! The "growling" was the sound of its wings! It was beautiful and magical.

I ate my breakfast, then crawled onto a rock out in the water to chant and meditate. Afterwards, I started to get sleepy again and curled up in my chair, covering myself with my sleeping bag so I wouldn't get sunburned:

And thus began my morning ritual, which I know I would have repeated everyday if we had stayed there long enough.

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I remember this day. I had planned to take the Horne Lake trail up towards the Mount DuFour ski hill and explore that area. I was only a few steps along the trail when I began to feel ill. I thought I was going to be sick...my head started to hurt, my stomach was queasy, I started trembling and I broke out into a sweat. I thought I was going to vomit for sure. There was a bench nearby so I sat down and hoped it would pass. It didn't. Suddenly I felt like I needed the bathroom, and fast! I considered going in the bushes, but I didn't want to make a mess in there. Tim Horton's was very close, so I dragged myself there as fast as I could. I made it there in time, and afterwards I felt a bit better. I went to my favourite bench by Horne Lake and just relaxed for a bit, hoping I'd feel better enough to go on my hike. But I just felt weak, ill and trembly. At least I no longer felt like I was gonna puke or have diarrhea again. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle a vigorous hike, so I laid back on the bench with my backpack under my head, and snacked on fruit and crackers. It was a mild day, not hot, considering it was August. It was only about +20 and breezy. But the sky was gorgeous, filled with huge, puffy, kinda dark clouds. I just laid there for 3 hours, watching them, reading and dozing off.

I think I got sick because I ate too many greasy pancakes for breakfast. I can't handle a lot of oil in my system. I react very badly to it sometimes.

After about 3 hours of laying there, I decided I felt well enough to walk over to the beach close to the place I was staying. I thought it would be best to stay closer to home in case I needed the bathroom again or felt really ill. So I went to my favourite beach...

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Originally posted at my site, January 30, 2007:

Mt. DuFour Ski Hill and Fire Tower Lookout Trail

That was a hike and a half! Not that it was a long hike, but climbing Mt. DuFour was quite the workout! I would climb up a steep section, get to the top, then see it wind around and go up another steep section...and I'd get to the top, thinking it was over, only to see ANOTHER steep section up ahead. Then ANOTHER and I don't know how many there were in total, but that was some tough climbing! But I am not complaining, because I loved it. That is the best exercise--hiking in the woods, climbing hills and rocks, breathing in all that oxygen and soaking up the sun.

I got to the top of the ski hill and took in the view. So far I had climbed the highest hill yet. But it was nothing compared to Mt. Belvedere at Cobre Lake.

Still, I loved it up there, with all the dragonflies zipping around me. I love any place out in the wild. I love to be alone and have these places all to myself. I really connect with Nature and God/dess when I'm out there. My spirit just soars.

The Mt. DuFour trail connects with the Fire Tower Lookout trail. The Fire Tower is a replica of a real fire tower that existed back in the late 1800's, I believe. I could be wrong, but I'm sure I read that somewhere. The view up there is spectacular! I have to admit that the trail wasn't all that exciting. Except there is one offshoot of the trail that I have vowed to explore next year. It's called the "Lungbuster" trail, and it sloped steeply downward. I am very curious as to where it leads. I wasn't sure how much time I would have that day, so I didn't explore it. But I will next year! And I love the name! I'm sure it will be quite the workout hiking that one!

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I think this will be my last entry in this thread. I think I've talked about what I wanted to talk about. Some stories I want to keep for myself. If you want to know more, email me. Or go up there and explore it for yourself. I can't believe how few people in Elliot Lake are aware of what beauty they have in their hands...or they are aware, but don't care or have no interest in it. That's sad. But hey, I understand, because when I lived there, I never went hiking or anything. Back then I was a teenager, and most teenagers there just want to drink and party...so I know what it's all about. But now that I'm older and wiser and more aware, I know how special that place is. Don't take it for granted, ever. It really is the "Jewel in the Wilderness." I live in Toronto, where every square inch of natural space is being destroyed to build condos. I know what it's like to lose those special, natural, wild places. It is very nice to know those hills and trails up North will always be there. They are truly mystical and magical places!

Anyway, I want to leave with a picture of me, and no I'm not trying to be vain! This picture makes me happy because I love being under the sun and surrounded by Nature. This is me at my favourite beach:

Photos from My Elliot Lake Vacation 2006

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Elliot Lake - A gorgeous sunset on Elliot Lake.

Esten Lake - Sundown on peaceful Esten Lake.

Cobre Lake - Cobre Lake is about 20 minutes outside of Elliot Lake. I go back here every year to camp. The pointy hill to the left is Mount Belvedere.

Cobre Lake - Mist rises off the lake at sunrise.

Cobre Lake - The remains of an old fireplace along the Cobre Lake trail. There were once several miners' and loggers' cabins all around the area.

Cobre Lake - A gorgeous view along the Cobre Lake trail.

Cobre Lake - Climbing up Mount Belvedere...

Cobre Lake - One of the many spectacular views from the top of Mount Belvedere.

Cobre Lake - Clouds cast shadows on the trees below Mount Belvedere.

Samried Lake - A firy sunset on Samried Lake, near Elliot Lake.

Fire Tower Lookout

Red Briffett Trail - The view from the lookout at the top of the Red Briffett Trail.

Horne Lake - The cliff mirrored on the lake on a still, grey day.

Horne Lake - View from the top of the cliff overlooking the lake.

Horne Lake - A view of the rock composition of the cliff overlooking the lake.

Horne Lake - Sunset colours a sweeping sky over Horne Lake.

Sherriff Creek Wildlife Sanctuary

Sherriff Creek Wildlife Sanctuary

A typical view of the Elliot Lake surrounding area!

My Journal of My Elliot Lake Vacation 2005

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Originally posted at my web site (http://www.emma-o.net), August 6, 2005:

I just spent 9 days in the wilderness, and it was the best thing I've done for myself in a long time. I went up North to Elliot Lake, a small town I used to live in. Back then I was a teenager and took for granted how beautiful the place is. Which is normal, because most teenagers are more interested in concerts, shopping and hanging out with friends than Nature. It was a bit strange coming back to the city because I literally spent all my waking hours in the woods or by the lake. And getting back on the computer felt a bit strange too, and I seriously considered never going online again. All the hours I spend online I could be hiking...I guess if I lived up there I would spend a lot less time online and more time out in the woods.

It was a bit of an adjustment coming back to the city, and having all the action and noise and commotion in my face again. Spending all that time in the woods filled me with so much inner peace and tranquility. I am trying to not let that feeling go...

I came back with a feeling of detachment from the city and all the people in it. A part of me is still in those woods, and it will always be there. I don't feel like I belong here in the city.

The weather wasn't too great for the first few days I was there, but towards the weekend it was hot and sunny. I went out no matter what the weather was like, except for one day when we had a major thunderstorm. The air up there is soooo clean. Here in the city I have to blow my nose every morning, up there I didn't. My lungs felt cleaner. I spend a lot of time outside here and I work outside, so I'm exposed to a lot of air pollution. I didn't realize how much it affected me until I was up there and breathing way easier.

I saw so many animals! I saw a black bear twice--both times eating from the dumpster behind the hotel I stayed at. The first time it was actually a mama bear and two cubs, but I was only able to see the mama. The second time it was a single adult bear. I got lots of cool film footage of it! It looked right at me but paid me no mind. The bears there are pretty accustomed to humans, and they don't really react when they see one. Though that doesn't mean that I would get close to a mama bear with cubs!

I saw big piles of bear poo on the trails once or twice...and saw deer or moose poo but no deer or moose. I saw lots of birds--crows, ravens, hawks, a Peregrine falcon, a bald eagle (I think that's what it was, it was hard to tell. All I saw was a black body and white head), Canada geese, ducks, cormorants, terns, gulls, loons, herons, goldfinches, grackles, cowbirds, sparrows, and more. I saw the herons in flight a few times. One time one flew right above my head, maybe 10 or 15 feet above me. It was cooool! Huge wingspan. Just gorgeous. A Peregrine falcon followed me from tree to tree on one of my hikes. I think I was in its territory and it was keeping an eye on me. It perched really low in the trees and screeched loudly. And as I walked it seemed to follow. I got some good video footage of it.

I also saw lots of beavers, a porcupine, a skunk, raccoons, chipmunks, squirrels, a big jackrabbit, frogs, snakes, and many beautiful insects and butterflies. That place is just brimming with life! Everywhere you look there are hills, trees, huge rocks, cliffs, wildlife, insects, birds. All the lakes are so loaded with fish that they jump out of the water to catch insects at sundown. It looks like it's raining because of all the little splashes from the fish jumping.

In another area called the Sherriff Creek Wildlife Sanctuary, there was a small pond where a huge school of catfish live. I met a man and his small son there. They showed me the catfish. They were feeding them bread. When they'd throw the bread on the water, the catfish would go nuts going after the bread. They were like little piranhas...all you could hear was the sound of their lips smacking and mouths chomping at the bread. They would almost jump out of the water to get the bread...or climb all over each other. These catfish were probably 6 or 7 inches long. They were pretty big! And there were dozens of them in this small pond, all swimming around. It was wild!

My best hike was when I climbed up this huge rock that overlooks this lake called Horne Lake. Horne Lake is right next to my hotel, and I would go there every morning with my breakfast and coffee. There's a bench I liked to sit at, and right across the lake from me was the big rock. I would sit there and look at it and think about climbing up to the top...then one day I decided I was going to find a trail that goes up there, and I did. The trail went up the side of the rock (which is more like a big, big, hill), and boy, that was quite the workout climbing up there! And I'm in shape too. The trail was very steep and rocky. Lots of rocks. If you aren't careful and you fall, you are gonna be seriously hurt! Needless to say, I was VERY careful! I was by myself so I had to make sure not to fall or hurt myself. Boy was it beautiful up there. So quiet and peaceful and the smell was amazing, like pine and wild roses and sap and berries...so delicious. When I got to the top, the view was amazing! I couldn't believe how high up I was! The rock didn't look that big or high from my bench across the lake. It had to be at least 100 feet high, probably more, maybe 200 feet! I saw the world how the birds see it, and it was so amazing. I found a nice spot and ate my lunch up there.

I felt soooo good that day. Climbing that rock was easily the highlight of my trip. Not only was the hike amazing and the view gorgeous, but I proved to myself that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to. And I did it myself. I had no idea where I was going, but I was determined to get there, and I did! It was very rewarding to get up there and look out onto the world...

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I unfortunately didn't see any Northern Lights. It could have been because I was in bed early every night, sometimes before midnight. But I was getting up at 7 every morning. I remember seeing the Northern Lights usually pretty late at night. One thing I did see though was a meteorite. I saw a few shooting stars, but they didn't compare to the meteorite!

I thought maybe it was a comet or something. All I saw was an orange streak like a flame shoot through the sky. Then it flared up and exploded! It looked like a firework going off! It was sooooooooooo coooool! And no, I didn't make a wish because I was too amazed at what I just saw. I was pretty lucky to see that because they aren't as common as shooting stars.

It was so beautiful up there...OMG, I can go on and on. All I did on my hikes through the woods was sing and chant my mantras and meditate. I really believe all that chanting I did drew the animals and beauty to me. I don't think I would have seen as much if I didn't chant. I chanted to many animals and insects, and hopefully liberated their souls. Chanting sacred mantras to animals and insects is supposed to liberate their souls so they can enter an advanced stage of evolution in their next life.

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I took a lot of pictures and film footage so I'll put up on the site whatever I can. I can at least put up pictures, but I'd like to get some of my video footage up too. Well, I know I have a lot more to say about my trip so I'll post more when I remember things to talk about!

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I forgot to also mention that the people there were really nice too! I met a lot of people through my friend. And strangers on the street or on the trails were very nice and friendly too. Elliot Lake has a lot of old people, and they are always out on the trails. They always said hi to me when they saw me. The people there always say hi first. I rarely had to say hi first. And the drivers there actually stop and let you cross the street...I was so not used to that! It took some getting used to. Especially when the cars had the right of way and they would STILL stop and let me cross. Now that freaked me out! I just loved how everything moved at a slower pace up there. I just felt so much more at peace overall, and healthier in all aspects.

It was also cool to see a lot of young kids dressing up punk or goth, cause when I was a teenager there and I dressed like that, ohhhhhh boy did I get picked on! People wanted to beat me up because of the way I dressed! Apparently it is now "ok" to dress that way there. That's good because kids need to express themselves. I'm sure they still get told "Hey, it's not Hallowe'en!" like I did, but it doesn't seem to be as bad.

Photos from My Elliot Lake Vacation 2005

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Westview Park - This photo was recently published by Pearson Canada in a social studies textbook for children in Alberta schools.

Horne Lake - View from the top of the cliff overlooking Horne Lake.

Horne Lake - Another view from the top of the cliff overlooking Horne Lake.

Horne Lake - The "island".

Horne Lake - Part of the trail that circles the lake.

Elliot Lake - The lake called Elliot on a dark and stormy late afternoon.

Little White River - A river in the Elliot Lake vicinity.

Welcome to Elliot Lake, Ontario!

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Elliot Lake, also known as "The Jewel in the Wilderness", is a small community located in Northern Ontario, between Sudbury and Sault Ste. Marie. Originally known for its uranium mines, Elliot Lake is now a popular retirement community. But it's spectacular hiking trails, lush forests and pristine lakes should not go without mention. A past resident, I now travel to Elliot Lake every summer to get away from the urban sprawl of Southern Ontario. Though I didn't grow up there, I will always consider Elliot Lake my home, and plan on living there again some day.

Please have a look around my blog. You will find tales from my travels to Elliot Lake, some stunning photography (which I am proud to call mine, but the truth is it's the place that creates these beautiful images, not me) and video clips as well.

Enjoy! And please remember, if you visit Elliot Lake's trails, "take nothing but pictures and leave nothing but footprints".