Lesser-known provincial park lets you experience Ontario's outback in total solitude
Canada is a wild country. I want to detach from the matrix and reconnect to something real, so I head north. And yet, whenever I've said, 'I'm going up north for the weekend,' I've still been very much in the south.
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Ontario's true north is a Texas-sized wilderness. The opportunities for exploring its backcountry are endless. So where should I go? If I set a protractor on a map, measured a line from Toronto to say, Woodland Caribou Provincial Park, spun it around and measured the same distance south, I'd be floating in the Gulf of Mexico. Woodland Caribou is a boreal forest high above the maple line and part of the largest contiguous forest in the world. With two childhood friends on a guys' trip, we fly to the North.
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There are no roads. No slogging through cottage-country traffic — just a hop, skip and a jump to Red Lake for our northern exposure. We board a single-engine propeller-driven plane and shortly disembark at the dock of the fully outfitted eco-lodge within the interior. It's a raw environment, unspoiled, untouched, and seemingly undiscovered. No cell reception here.
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There is a difference between feeling remote and actually being remote. Amidst absolute quiet, we survey the lake, explore the trails, and are immediately aware that no one else is here. We are totally alone. Woodland Caribou receives fewer visitors in one year than Algonquin Provincial Park does in one day. This park is still used by Anishinaabe communities for trapping and hunting. We have more chance of seeing a moose than another human being.
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After hammering a totemic symbol into the ground, we hike into the thicket. White lichen blankets the ground. 'This is caribou food,' our guide tells us, as he removes an axe from his pack to chop a fallen tree obstructing our path. We learn what is edible and what is not, for our zero-mile diet, and forage for cranberries, chanterelles, Labrador tea, mint, whole-grain wild rice and even chaga. These wooden slabs formed over decades around a tree's wounds are the life force of a birch tree and a highly potent nutraceutical tea. We steep it overnight, and in the morning, literally drink in the environment. One cupful tastes like our walk in the woods.
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Breathing the exhilarating fresh air, we feel rugged and yet, like City Slickers, are comically out of our element. Alternating between splashing through the brisk water along the beach, and decompressing inside a wood-fired Finnish sauna, we're rejuvenated and carefree. On the porch grill, we're cooking moose for dinner. Our guide has marinated it in Pepsi. Why? 'Because it'll eat through anything,' he says. Drizzling a reduction of our foraged-berries and Canadian whisky, we indulge in the most mouth-watering, succulent steaks.
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There's a cozy fire inside, but we head outside to build a campfire and warm to its hypnotic glow. Sparks that crackle and pop lead our eyes up to the cosmic chandelier above. What begins as a nebulous flicker along the horizon gradually engulfs the whole night sky into fluid draping waves of the aurora borealis. We gaze up in wonder, amazement, and silence. So close, it feels like we can almost reach up and touch it. Paddling out into the lake, enveloped in the green light, we run our fingers through its reflection off the water.
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