At the beginning of July 2015 my brother and I took Rori, my oldest granddaughter, on her first backcountry paddling and camping trip. Peter and I paddled in my canoe and Rori paddled in her kayak. Our first stop was half way down Maligne Lake at Fisherman's Bay where we camped for the night. The next day we continued on our way to the south end of the lake and camped for two nights at Coronet Creek. While we were there we went on two short expeditions; a hike up the trail beside Coronet Creek and a paddle across to the east side of the bay opposite the campsite. When we reached the waterfalls on Coronet Creek, Rori took out her sketch pad and drew the waterfall while Peter and I worried about her slipping and falling into the creek.
When we crossed the bay we pulled the canoe up onto the shore and explored the delta formed by the river flowing down from the valleys above. Picking our way around and across the many small channels was a challenge but we managed to find our way up for quite a distance. We even found some shallow pools with fish fry swimming about. Rori must have enjoyed this experience because she found a suitable log and placed it in a vertical position as a sign of her occupancy, claimed the land as her own, named it Rorlandia and proclaimed herself as its ruler.
Every day I made sure we had really good, healthy meals. Lunch was the various different flavours of canned tuna with lettuce and tomato. It wasn't until many months later that I found out that Rori really doesn't like tuna but she never once complained.
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