Paddling (Canoe) 3:00:00 [2] 9.5 km (18:57 / km)
Algonquin Eco-Challenge
Day 1 (pre-race)
Summary
This has to be the neatest thing I've done in ages.
As part of a leadership week exercise, Voyageur Quest offers an adventure race style event for high school students in Algonquin Park. I was hired along with 5 other guides, including Mj, to take a group of teens and teachers out into the park. Our goal was to teach them as many wilderness racing and survival skills as we could, then follow them through a 36 hour race to facilitate with periodic questions and make sure that they didn't go wildly off course.
The program wasn't a standard adventure race in that there was overnight camping. The camping completely threw me off because it meant bringing a pack with a sleeping bag, pad, and something to wear while camping. I wasn't used to racing with so much stuff.
Day 1 started with the group of grade 11 boys and their teachers arriving and being split between the guides. I had a team of six boys and one teacher.
I realized the extent of my challenge when they pulled out their footwear and asked whether they should be wearing their crocs or their hiking boots. They were provided with a gear list as I understand it but it "long pants" to these kids means long cotton track pants. One kid on another team did the entire race in loafers. LOAFERS.
After sorting through their gear and having a pack of clean clothes for the end readied for shuttling to the finish, we had a short intro session on map and compass followed by lunch, then it was straight into the canoes.
There was one kid in my group who was all over the navigation and wanted to take it on immediately so I let him navigate our canoe trip from Kawawaymog Lake to the island on North Tea Lake where we'd camp for the night. He was pretty good at working with features which impressed me. We were working with the standard 1:50,000 topo maps and he got the hang of identifying contours.
Frankly I'm more accustomed to racing than camping so most of my shared knowledge had to do with navigation, team work tips and how to move through various terrains. The only camping knowledge I had to impress on these kids was not keeping food in the tent - yes even if it's still in the wrapper. The rest they pretty much had down pat and were zippy with camp set up and tear down.
When the camp was ready we practiced more navigation - going over declination and triangulation using the islands nearby. Then I had them bushwhack to a bay on the other side of the island where we were camped. They used leap frogging to keep the bearing. I went over drifting several times but that concept wasn't sticking so well. They practiced this for about 10 mins before the bush started to get dense and hard to move through at which point they collectively announced that they had it and they didn't need to practice any longer. In literature we call this foreshadowing.
The rest of the evening was spend getting dinner ready and collecting wood to keep a decent fire going.
There were 3 of the 6 teams camped on the island, 2 on shore and 1 other camped on an island across from us. Based on the experiences of the day so far the guides all had an idea of what the rest of the race would be like. Some of us had a keen group others not so much. As I understand it, the kids have a short list of activities they can choose from and sometimes they get assigned to do the race even when it was the last thing they wanted to do. So not everyone on this trip wanted to be there. I had 1 or 2 of those kids but for the most part my group was pretty gung-ho.
Dylan's group in the next campsite was the most organized bunch of teenage boys I've ever seen. Mj's group, further along the island, .... less so.
For my part, I had a few new experiences on the island - not counting having to educate 16 year old boys, which is entirely new to me.
I was chatting with Dylan near his groups campfire when I spotted something swoop above him. I had thought it was a bat only it was larger, lower and white. I turned to the tree next to him just in time to see the flying squirrel scrabbling up the side. A little later exactly the same thing happened where we were talking with Mj and his teacher and again Dylan was buzzed by a flying squirrel and this time it was close enough that he felt is brush passed in the air. It was particuarly funny because in the previous year Dylan had been hit smack in the chest by a flying squirrel. Crazy odds. I think they like him.
My second new experience, sleeping by myself in a tent. As I said, I don't camp nearly as much as I'd like to so I'm not as informed as I should be on things like what to do if you think there's a bear outside your tent. Historically I take my cues from other people so without someone else there to gauge the appropriatness of my response, I found myself sitting in my tent with a flashlight in one hand and my knife in the other because I was convinced there was something behind my tent. Not a bear but something bigger than a rodent. I wasn't sure if turning my flashlight on would startle it in my favour or be detrimental. I didn't know if I should look or stay in my tent where an animal at least could see where exactly I was.
It was almost certainly my imagination and I did eventually fall asleep still clutching my knife.
Consensus from the guides I spoke to afterwards was to poke your head out, and shine your flashlight on the animal. Most animals would be scared away by the light.