We have driven the RV on a lot of back roads (and many of the major highways) in the United States, but at this point we had yet to venture into Canada. Leaving our shabby fishing camp in Baudette, Minnasota happily behind, we crossed the border into Ontario, Canada at Rainy River, and headed north on 71 towards Kenora. It’s a long straight road through woods and farms. As we started to approach Nestor Falls the terrain changed: rock outcrops, forests and many, many lakes, fishing lodges and camps. It was quite beautiful and remote. One lake flowing into another, surrounded by Boreal forests that run right to the shoreline, each lake dotted with small forested islands. It was all very isolated, we saw no houses, no boats and unfortunately, no campgrounds. We had not made a reservation for the night and were getting worried since we saw nothing close to civilization.
As we approached Dryden, a big city of 8800 people, we saw a sign for Huber’s Lone Pine lodge. A quick call confirmed they had a few camping sites behind their lodge. What a find. It’s a fishing lodge on a large, beautiful, lake (actually two or three interconnected lakes and a river). We check in and are the only people in the campground. They have boats to rent, guides to hire and the owners, being German, run a nice German restaurant as well. We have an excellent and hearty dinner (Roulade and Sauerbraten) and sign up for a fishing expedition in the morning. We may be here for a while.
We meet our guide, Johnny, an Ojibwe Indian and spend the day fishing for bass, walleye, pike and muskie. The water is clear and the fishing pretty good. We didn’t kill them, for a remote lake it seemed to have a lot of small fish. Johnny and Hubby go back and forth on whether its been fished too heavy or if pollution and acid rain have taken a toll as well. We see young eagles in their nest. We watch an eagle swoop down and grab a small fish out of the water. But the best part of the day was our shore lunch. We joined with another group of men who were also on a guided trip, went ashore on a small island and Johnny cleaned and fried the walleye we had just caught. Along with some fried potatoes and onion it was the best, and freshest, lunch we had eaten on our trip.
On the way back in the afternoon Johnny showed us the wild rice that grows in the river and on the lake shore and pointed out a moose in the distance. Back at camp, we have no TV. There is wireless, but it’s not a strong connection and it is so slow we can’t get an email out. Our cell phone is on roaming, at 69 cents a minute. We are going through technology withdrawal, but how can you complain when you’ve just had a great day, and a great lunch, on the water.