Moberly River Recce

From June 11 to the 13th Hudson's Hope Patrol conducted a canoe recce of the South Moberly River which flows from Moberly Lake to the Peace River.

 The total length of this river is approximately 120 Km. Realizing there was a good chance we would not be able to canoe the entire route in the two days available, an alternate pull out and pick up  site was chosen should it be needed.

Five Rangers and our RI set out Friday afternoon in three canoes from Moberly Lake about a kilometre up from the head of the river. The wind was up and the waves on the lake provided some early entertainment. Once we were on the river and sheltered by the forest we found ourselves paddling on calm flat, meandering, slow moving water, intersperse with the occasional faster water and some small currents. After several hours of flushing ducks and geese we set up camp and enjoyed the long June evening.

Think Dan'll want to chew through this one?

Wake up was easy, enhanced by our camp ungulate alarm, (moose coming through the camp) "Hey Dan! Grab the camera. Take a picture. No Dan! That's the rifle. I said camera." (What's he worried about?) The day brought a variety of paddling experiences from smooth flat water to some faster water traveling around tight bends that had both paddlers actively involved in manouvering the canoe. While nothing posed any serious challenge there was a definite increasing trend in the speed of the water flow. A log jam on a tight bend in the river provided us with the opportunity to fit a little portage into our trip as well. After 40 plus Km of paddling and wildlife viewing we picked our campsite and settled in for the evening, glad to stretch our legs and get off our butts.

If you don't put your back into it.....!

Sunday was to be a fairly relaxed day as we had decided to pull out at the previously arrange alternative take out. This meant we only had another 20 KM and the water was running faster as we descended. While the paddling was easier we had to be more alert for gravel bars, shoals and sweepers (We call them McDan's around here). One does not wish to be forced to chew one's way through a forty foot spruce tree lying across the river. "Does one, Dan?"

Don't try and chew your way through the sweepers!

The final stretch of our journey was especially fun as my partner and I experienced the benefits of Kevlar when we hit a sharp, submerged rock that slowed us quickly but left only a scrape on the hull. Out pull out could not have been better chosen as it turned out to be on the slowest portion of the river for some time but immediately followed by a very fast narrow s-turn under a bridge with sharp boulders placed for cribbing. I was glad not to have had to navigate that particular stretch.
I short order our transport arrived, assisted in loading our boats and gear and brought us home.

You don't get this in the city.

We learned a lot in planning and carrying out the exercise. The importance of planning was made clear as we had to prepare for the possibility of an alternate pick up location for our transport. Maps and Google earth provided some preliminary information but as anyone can imagine a river fed mainly by mountain snow melt can be a different creature during different times of the year. This was a major factor in choosing the date for our trip. The importance of a pre-trip gear session was also made clear as we found there was more duplication of equipment than needed for a group our our size.

In the end the lesson that was most reinforced is that you learn a lot more by doing.

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Exercise Wapoose Lake

Exercise Wapoose Lake

Members of the Hudson's Hope patrol recently completed a winter recce exercise to Wapoose Lake, located north of Hudson's Hope.
Now, in the eyes of a Newfie lad like myself Wapoose Lake barely ranks as a pond, but there it is on the map and during our November meeting somebody suggested it might be a good destination for a Winter Ex. The date was chosen because there was to be a full moon that weekend. Considering the long ours of darkness the idea of moonlight on a snowy landscape was appealing.

Under a lead grey sky with light snow falling we set out. It was decided that one Ranger would recce ahead on snowmobile to determined the most appropriate route and beat the trail. The rest of us would make use of cross country skies to get to our destination. While we were all fairly comfortable on skies the addition of heavy backpacks and deep snow with no set track was a fairly novel experience but that's all part of the Exercise's purpose.

The entire route was just over 8.5 KM. With about 2 Km remaining the sled's progress was stymied. If we were to reach our objective the skiers would have to break their own trail. This was no easy task as the snow was very light and sugary. Each Ranger spent 10 minutes in the lead before stepping aside to allow the next in line to set track. This was physically challenging as it involved pushing you way through snow that came 16 to 18 inches up your leg. This was if you were able to follow the moose tracks which were left behind by some merciful ungulate days earlier. If you left those tracks you sank a good two feet into the lovely white stuff. You saw very little of your skies and after a while lifting ones poles high enough to clear the snow was felt by your shoulders and arms. This leg of the route took us 90 minutes to cover under 2 km. The sight of Wapoose Lake was welcome indeed.

Having reached our destination we set about following the standard camp routine of shelter, fire then food. Each Ranger set about constructing a shelter of spruce boughs and snow to keep them comfy that night. While we all settled on the same basic structure it varied with the user. Those whose bodies aren't as flexible as we would like opted for higher if not as cozy, while others, chose comfy but a little more challenging to enter.

After an invigorating day of skiing and shelter building we were all ready to hit the hay or snow early. Personally my goal was to get through the night without having to answer nature's call until I was good and ready the next morning. You can say all you want about remaining hydrated but if there's a chance of me having to crawl out into a snowbank in my skivies in the middle of the night I'm saving my hydrating for morning.

After a pleasant nights sleep cuddled up to our boot liners to prevent them from freezing, we all filled our bodies with warm fluids and vittles. Breaking camp was easier and returning on tracks set the day before and frozen firm enough to take our weight was very pleasant. The same tortuous portion of our route which took 90 minutes on the inbound trip took but 35 minutes on our return trip. The fact that the sun was shining made the day even more pleasant.

In the end the Ex was a success in that we gained good knowledge of winter routes in an area of which we had little previous knowledge. We improved our ability to use another method of winter travel. More experience was gained in the construction of winter survival shelters and finally we all enjoyed doing all this as Rangers and friends.