Blocked by the washed out TransCanada, Jake conveniently remembered the enthusiasm a woman at the Mouth park had describing her husband's truck trips up the Ranger Lake Road. And so we turned North, towards Chapleau! On the way to Chapleau, we swam in Paquette Lake. We ground our way through dust and gravel, through rocks and devastated forests. It was a lonely long rough road with the gifts of beautiful lily ponds, rivers, and valleys in between the stretches of forest which looked impoverished and hungry. The horseflies were hungry too. --Jane Keeler