Algonquin Provincial Park, Winter 2016-2017
I live in Bethesda,
Maryland. In order for me to experience the old-fashioned snowy winter, it is
now necessary to head north. Twice this winter I drove up across our northern
border into Ontario, Canada. A great place to camp out and spend some time in
the snow is Algonquin Provincial Park, about thirteen hours by car from my home
in Bethesda. The great thing about Algonquin is that the park staff keeps the
Mew Lake Campground open all winter, and provides access to electricity and a
heated bathroom. In December 2016 and January 2017 I took week-long camping
trips based out of Mew Lake, and the time in the snow was well worth the
effort. I was interested in seeing boreal birds and mammals and I was not
disappointed.
Much of the drive
up to the border is on Interstate 81 through Pennsylvania and New York State.
Because of the long drive and short day length, it is best to spend the night
in a motel somewhere south of the Park (such as Bancroft, ON). One wants to
arrive in the Park in the morning, so there is adequate time to set up one’s
camp before dark comes. On the other hand, when I drove home from the Park, I
was able to do the whole drive in one long day, getting home around 7 or 8 PM.
Here is how to
have a successful winter camping trip at Algonquin. First, plan your time there
based on the weather forecast. One should visit when there is moderate snow
cover (say 5-8 inches), daytime highs of just around freezing, and night-time lows
no lower than 20 degrees F. Avoid periods with heavy wind. Under the conditions
I recommend above it is possible to sleep in a tent and dine at a picnic table al fresco. If it is very cold and very
windy the chill will make outdoor dining and the long walks through the forest
too unpleasant. Any warmer and it will be rainy and soggy.
The key to winter
camping in a tent, I found, was having a small space heater, attached to an
outdoor power point with a long outdoor power cord. After a difficult and
sleepless first night in the Park, I drove to Lake Saint Peter and bought a $25
heater. This kept the tent wonderfully warm all through the night. Also it is
important to have a substantial sleeping pad if the tent is set upon ice or
snow. Finally, I set up a large nylon tarp over the picnic table to keep off
any precipitation.
Note also that there
is a happy alternative to tent-camping—a Yurt! Mew Lake has some ten Yurts for
winter camping. The Yurts include interior lighting, heating and simple
furniture, including bunks (cooking must be done outside under a small lean-to). If the
weather is supposed to be really cold, then choose to stay in a Yurt.
During my two winter
visits to Algonquin I virtually never saw the sun. The sky was heavily overcast
and the day never escaped from gloom. Snow fell on and off. Night began to
threaten by around 3:30 PM. One could feel the weight of winter bearing down on
everything. Be prepared for the lack of sunshine! For photographers, it is
necessary to rely on a high ISO setting.
For the
naturalist, time in the Park is spent doing two things: walking the trails and
spending time at the Visitor Center. The best walks are at Spruce Bog, Mizzy
Lake, Track and Tower, the Highlands Trail, and the Opeongo Road. These give
maximal access to conifer forests and boreal bogs—the habitats that are most
beautiful when the snow cloaks the landscape. The Visitor Center in winter features
well-stocked bird feeders, clean and warm bathrooms, WiFi, and daily records of
visitors’ sightings of birds and mammals. It is worth visiting there twice a
day to learn what wildlife is out and about. The naturalists based there are friendly,
knowledgeable, and helpful.
Algonquin in
winter is starkly beautiful, but wildlife is not abundant. That said, it is the
best time to see many of the larger mammals. During my 5 full days spent in the
Park in January 2017 I observed 17 species of birds and 5 species of mammals.
For bird-lovers,
there is a special treat to a winter visit. One can hand-feed Gray Jays,
Red-breasted Nuthatches, and Black-capped Chickadees. These three greet the
visitor in the parking lots of most well-used winter trails. It is not uncommon
to have a brassy chickadee land on one’s woolen watch cap, in search of bird
seed. Even the hardened ornithologist has difficulty resisting the charms of
these three adorable species at close range.
Boreal Birds. The
common permanent residents found in winter include Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers,
Common Raven, Blue and Gray Jays, and Red-breasted and White-breasted
Nuthatches. Less common permanent residents include Boreal Chickadee, Spruce
and Ruffed Grouse, and Wild Turkey. Gray Jays are always curious and entertaining,
family parties arriving out of thin air. Common Ravens are wonderful aerial
acrobats, and their voices break the wintery stillness from time to time.
Most birders
visiting in winter are hunting for the irruptive “winter finches.” These
cone-feeding species move about in roving flocks, common some years and rare or
absent other years. This particular winter a large flock of Evening Grosbeaks
had taken up residence at the Visitor Center because of the unlimited supply of
sunflower seeds there. This grosbeak is one of the glories of the boreal
forest. Both the males and females are handsomely patterned and they are very
active and noisy. I got to know this species when it used to show up in winter
in the Baltimore area in the early 1960s. These days, the species has retreated
to the boreal heartland and is rarely seen in the Mid-Atlantic any more. Red
and White-winged Crossbills have been fairly common in Algonquin this winter.
They are found collecting the salt deposited by the plow trucks on the roads,
and also can be seen perched in flocks atop the spires of the fir trees and
spruces. Both are vocal in flight. Pine Grosbeaks have been present but rare,
feeding in small flocks on the seeds of ash trees. Common Redpolls and Snow
Buntings and Pine Siskins have been sighted in small numbers. I saw more Red
Crossbills in December, but more White-winged Crossbills in January.
The Red Squirrel
was out and about on the snow and high in the conifers all winter long. This is
the most common mammal in the Park in winter. Red Squirrels have a ton of
personality.
The Red Fox was the
most common large mammal during my time in the Park. I saw the species daily. It
is particular glamorous in winter when
its coat is thick and lustrous. Its amber eyes seem to glow.
The American
Marten, after the Red Fox, is the second most common of the mammal predators in
Algonquin in winter. Several martens haunted the Mew Lake campground, and at
least one marten visited the suet feeder on the Spruce Bog Trail. I encountered
these gorgeous hunters several times, and they were often curious and allowed
close approach.
Algonquin Wolf.
In December I heard wolves howl and saw the tracks of wolf packs in the fresh snow.
They were clearly all around. In January, because of the presence of a Moose
carcass in the open spruce bog valley below the Visitor Center, I had a chance
to watch wolves on two consecutive days. Standing out on the observation deck,
high above the open snow-filled valley, I could scope for wolves moving to and
from the carcass. Although I had seen Gray Wolves a few times, I never tire of
watching a wolf in the wild. During my January visit, the assembled group of
naturalists and birders who stood vigil out in the cold on the deck were filled
with excitement each time a wolf appeared in the valley below. We never saw
more than two at any one time.
I had been longing
to see a Fisher in the wild for more than five decades. This was the holy grail
of boreal mammals to me. In January, on two different days I was able to watch
a big male Fisher lope through the snow to the Moose carcass to feed. No doubt,
this was the high point of my winter Algonquin experience. The dark-furred
predator stood out against the snow as it moved in and out of our field of
view.
Snow Fleas. The
most surprising creature I came upon in the Park was the Snow Flea. An
arthropod known as a springtail (Collembola), Snow Fleas live in the leaf
litter and when the temperature is not so low they burrow up to the surface of
the snow to feed on algae that grow there. A Snow Flea is tiny—like a small
dark grain of sand. Snow Fleas cluster by the thousands on the lee side of boot
prints in the snow—actually darkening the snow like a coating of black pepper. Each
is so small that it does not look like a living thing, but individuals move
about if one touches the snow where a group have collected. Who would have
thought there would be millions of invertebrates out and about in the snow in
mid-winter in Canada?
Absolutely fascinating stories and gorgeous photographs. It makes me want to visit this park and experience the boreal forest firsthand. Thank you for taking us there in your blog. Excellent! Lisa Dabek
ReplyDeleteBruce, your photos and shared experience of the north in winter are the perfect gift during a long, drawn out January in the midwest. Grateful! I can so relate to your excitement in seeing your first Fisher! One appeared out of the mist following a huge thundershower on a late summer trip to Michigan's upper peninsula. We were more surprised than the Fisher, I'd bet. Anyway, thanks for these wonderful photos and stories. Your campsite sure looks different than camp 1 on Mt Missim!
ReplyDeleteStunning photos Bruce, and beautiful narrative. More than ever in my life, it seems critical to get out and experience and enjoy nature – while there is a little still left. I am reminded of my favorite Edward Abbey quote:
ReplyDelete“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast....a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.”
Bruce, Beautiful photos and fine commentary. Thanks for sharing. We once saw a Fisher at Bisby from the porch of our camp. She was foraging along the lake shore.
ReplyDeleteDear Bruce,
ReplyDeletethese are stunning photos and such interesting descriptions. We have had irruptions of Evening Grosbeak in Nova Scotia also this winter--I counted about 200 in one flock recently--so welcome and beautiful. I love seeing your foxes there and the martens and the fisher and of course the wolves. Thanks! Jane Alexander
Thanks Bruce, for sharing this experience. Wonderful narrative and photos allowing us to live your adventure vicariously in the comfort of our Brookmont home! A great pleasure. Brad
ReplyDeleteBruce, thank you for sharing the story of your trip. The photos are fantastic as is the narrative. Kirk
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