This summer we got the chance to do a fly-in fishing trip in Ontario. It was AMAZING! My dad funded most of the trip for the three daughters, our husbands and our youngest kids.
We left Evelyn at home in the good care of Grandma. She got to go trout fishing with Grandma while we were gone and apparently was a natural at it! It was our first time away from her, but she did great.
We left at the end of June, flying first into Minneapolis and then taking a flight over to International Falls. From there we drove up to Nestor Falls and stayed a night right on the beautiful Lake of the Woods. The next morning we hit the bait shop and then the real adventure began! We had to take two planes out to OnePine, about an hour and a half flight north of Nestor Falls.
Steven, Ivy and I rode in a tiny Otter plane. It was AMAZING! I have never been in that small of a plane before, but with all the water below us I knew that with the pontoons we weren't in TOO much danger.
The views from above Ontario were entirely striking. I do believe it was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen and for the entire length of that trip I was in utter awe of what I saw. There is an expanse of deep green forests and shimmering lakes for hundreds of miles with no more than an overgrown old logging road here and there. Totally untouched and magnificent. I love Canada!
We landed on OnePine lake where we unloaded our gear and said goodbye to the pilots for an entire week. We were completely isolated with the nearest road miles upon miles away. The lake itself was a good 3 mile stretch with little inlets and bays to explore.
Our cabin was cozy and new and we were set with all the groceries we flew in and boiling the lake water for cooking. We each had our own boat and spent most of the day cruising the lake and casting our lines. I was jinxed for days about catching fish. Even 2 year-old Ian caught way more than I did! It was so relaxing, though, and cleansing to simply be out on a boat in the middle of nowhere, watching bald eagles soar above and a beaver going about his work.
There were a few good catches of the trip. Perhaps not the 50 pound northern pike that are known to be in those waters, but plenty to feel like we got our fill of fishing. It was an extraordinary experience and I sincerely hope I'll be able to do it again.
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