Thanks for the amazing trip report. Slide shows, we love slide shows! Your pictures are great, what fun you had. I hope we can take bikes and that kayak looks incredible. I have a little Sevelor, but yours is way more better!
I'm sorry to say, but I'm only half way through this trip. There's still Longue Pointe,the Route du Nord, and probably the worst road of the trip, out past Mistissini to Lake Albanel on Qc route 167! We drove 4,347 miles over 20 days, and over 1400 of those miles were on gravel roads. And I seem to have photographs of every mile of them! Just Kidding!
Did I mention that Quebec is roughly the size of Germany? I'll try to restrain myself.
Silver,I'm just looking, and wondering, about driving to Tungsten, NWT and MacMillan Pass from YT route 6.
"had we but world enough, and time..."
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Rhode - It was so nice to meet you in person at the NH rally. We are in awe of your trip and doubt we ever re-create it but sure did enjoy the photos and talking to you. That gas trailer was sure missing paint!
I saw you at the Northeast TC Rally last weekend. I wish we had gotten together to talk.....things were happening so fast I didn't get to talk to everybody....I would have loved to heard about your trip. Hope to see you at the spring rally.........Trapperdick
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I'm haven't been keeping up with the tale. Sorry.
The next day we reluctantly left Radisson and started heading south. I always find it a little sad to be "starting back" even though half the trip is yet to come, so I was kind of dragging my feet. We stopped just outside Radisson and headed down a narrow road following a "belvedere" sign. Without fail, every "scenic viewpoint" is actually a view of some kind of Hydro installation. In my mind, you've seen one, you've seen them all, but by wandering off and looking in the other direction, I found this great view of the Robert Bourassa reservoir
this is the same body of water that we camped by 64 km along the Trans-Taiga. It's huge!
We then continued south on the James Bay road. At km600, we turned west towards Chisasibi, where we camped almost a week before. At km60, we took a side road heading north to the LG-1 installation. This is the last dam on the LaGrande river before it empties into James Bay. The road is gravel and goes 7 km to the river, where it crosses the top of the control structure
The river is wide at this point, yet still has an obvious current
And of course, there's a "belvedere"!
Anyway, the road then continues north and west for another 48 km
with a pretty good gravel surface, and a couple of narrow, one lane bridges
Longue Pointe is the farthest west we traveled on this trip
N53*58.438 W079*04.744 elevation 4' This is another launching site for the freighter canoes.
We met a couple of guys and 1 of their sons loading some kitchen cabinets into their canoe. Seemed like wierd cargo, but they were taking them north for a remodel at their hunting camp farther along James Bay.
We started walking west along the shore to find the actual point.
Had to climb over some good sized rocks
It's an interesting, rocky shoreline. While it is the ocean, and the water is salt, it does not smell like our New England shoreline. So many rivers empty into James Bay that the salt content is very low. There are noticeable tides, however.
This was the north side of the point, and was barren and rocky
It was probably about a mile and a half, maybe 2, and then we reached the end. Nothing but water from here to Ontario.
Along the south side, the point had more things growing, grass at first
and then some small ponds as well. it was a very interesting walk, and well worth the visit!
After Longue Pointe, we drove back to the chisasibi road, and back again to the James Bay road. We headed south, and stopped for the evening at Miron Lake to camp. N53*02.442 W077*22.156 elevation 668'
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Miron Lake is 1.5 km down a narrow gravel road to what used to be a work camp for the road crew. There is a boat launch and a couple of picnic tables. We were the only ones there, so we pulled right down next to the lake, just above the boat ramp.
As I mentioned before, fishing in Quebec is complicated. Our first night in Quebec we camped at La Verendrye, and when we headed north the next morning, I stopped at a SEPAQ office at its north side. I figured it would only be more difficult to get a fishing license farther north.
The girl in the office was nice, but didn't speak English. I knew I needed a "permis de peche" so we were figuring it out. She showed me the price list, "holy smokes!" kind of expensive for the amount of fishing I actually expected to be able to do. I settled on 7 days, for Lynn and I, about $70.00. I managed to also get a Quebec fishing guidebook, in English. 107 pages. I'm on vacation, so I skimmed it.
Turns out, in Quebec, non-residents are not allowed to fish north of the 52nd parallel unless they "use the services of an outfitter".
Lands west of the James Bay Road are reserved for Cree use only. Large areas of the province are called "ZECS" which are public lands that are reserved for the use of private groups, and you must be a member of the specific group to fish or hunt in their area. There are quite a few Reserve Fauniques that are maintained by SEPAQ, which seems to be a quasi-govermental agency, and these areas require the purchase of a 'droite de access' if you wish to hunt or fish, in addition to the Quebec permis de peche. They will add this to your campground fee if you want, to the tune of $15.00 or so per day!
That left a fairly small area around the Rupert and Pontax rivers that were actually open for fishing. Well, we drove by there on the way north, and didn't fish.
When I was getting fuel, out on the Trans Taiga at Mirage Outfitter, I was talking to a guy there and he wanted to know if I'd been doing any fishing. I said no, I need a guide as far as I know up here. He said no, if you've got a license you can fish anywhere you want. Really, maybe I misunderstood the rules I thought, after all he's an outfitter, he ought to know.
Anyway, with traveling, this and that, I didn't get the chance. Until Miron Lake. Unfortunately, by then the license had expired. But Lynn had a special recipe she was cooking up, and I was hanging around. What the heck, I thought, I paid $70 bucks, and there's no one around for 50 miles, I'll go practice a few casts, at least.
I walked down to the boat ramp. The brush was so thick all around, there was no place else to fish, so I made a few false casts, and dropped the line into the water. The wind was right in my face, it was a barren open ramp, this is a joke I thought. I took a few more casts (I'm flyfishing) The line is just blowing back in my face, I can't get any distance.
All of a sudden, I hear a truck coming down the road. I think, geez, some guy is coming to launch his boat, and here I am in his way, looking like an idiot. I'm all tangled in my own line. I'm headed up the ramp, but I'm not going to make it. The truck pulls up. The doors swing open. There's an emblem on each door. #$%&*!!
You gotta be kidding me! Game Warden!
2 Cree guys get out, in uniforms. Just chatting, the Cree are pretty friendly. Where you from, the big guy asks. Rhode Island. What you doing up here? Oh, you know, just traveling around. We've been out to Chisasibi, and drove out to Caniapiscau. Really, what for? Oh just for the heck of it. Been doing much fishing? Oh no, just walked down here now, haven't before on the whole trip. You fishing here? Well, I cast a few times, but I wouldn't call it fishing. The smaller guy is starting to grin, he thinks I'm an idiot.
The big guy, he could go either way. You're not allowed to fish here, you know. Oh, the guy out at Mirage Outfitters told me it was Ok. No, you have to use an outfitter if you're this far north. Oh, am I still north of the 52nd parallel? Sure are, by at least 100km.
Gee, sorry. (I figure at this point, my only defense is to play dumb) I, ah, do have a license, at least I think I do, its all in French. (the Cree speak English) He says, well let me see it, I'll tell you what it says. He looks at the license, he looks at his watch, he looks at me. This expired 2 days ago! Really? I thought it was for 2 weeks, I lied. The smaller guy can barely contain his laughter. The big guy says, if you're fishing, I'm going to have to sieze your equipment. I'm sputtering. He says, well I didn't see you fishing, so I'm gonna let it go. but I don't want you fishing till you get far enough south, and you get another license. If you drive back to Raddisson, you can get one at the gas station. Well, thank you sir, you guys are cool. I think I'll pass on the fishing for a while.
They got back in the truck, and drove off, laughing like mad, I have no doubt. How is it, in all this wilderness, I can fish for 2 minutes, and get caught by the only 2 game wardens for 500km?
Lynn came out of the camper, laughing like mad too. I thought you were toast, she said!
So Miron Lake. Not a great campground, but I think I'll remember that one for a while!