At one o'clock in the morning, we found out that the island was on the nuisance bear route. We were awakened by a crash as one of our food bags was being ripped down off the line that we had tied it to. We got out of the tent and attempted to chase the bear off, but it was really focused on the food. After about twenty minutes of noise making, etc., we decided that the bear was not going to leave. That meant that we had to. While we were packing our gear, the bear kept coming in towards us (within 6-8 metres), so we had to keep yelling it away. We finally got the gear packed and into the canoe. The island belonged to the bear.
Our losses included our utensil kit and a bit of food. Luckily, it did not get our main food bag.
We set out along the Pickerel Narrows by moonlight. The moon set after about a half an hour, leaving us to navigate with headlights and shoreline. After about two hours and 4 or 5 kilometres of canoeing in really dark conditions, we found a campsite. Still pumped by the incident with the bear, we set up the tarp and had a tea/coffee break. Neither of us could sleep, so we waited until first light.
Information about bears and how we should act when we are in their spaces > > >.
After drinking watery porridge for breakfast (no utensils), we decided to try to make it back to the Nym Lake start point. The distance was approximately 9 or 10 kilometres through Batchewaung Bay and Nym Lake. Initially, as we went through the Pickerel Narrows and Batchewaung Bays, conditions were good - a little cloudy and cool. By the time we got to Batchewaung Lake, however, the wind had picked up considerably and the sky was overcast. It was a tough pull to the island part way across. As we waited for better conditions, a really nasty squall came through, accompanied by a terrific lightning show and a green cloud bank.
At first, we were on the lee side of the island in the canoe, but decided to get off the water when the lightning strikes got close and the rain became really bad. We found a moss lined trench in the middle of the island away from the taller trees, put the tarp up, dried off a bit, and had a short snooze.
After the squall had blown over, we paddled, with substantial effort, and made it to the portage to Nym Lake. The portage had become a small creek during the storm, so it was not much fun to do. At the end of the portage, the rain was once again very heavy, so we island hopped across Nym Lake.