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I live in Point Loma and think it has it's pros and cons.
I like that there is every shopping you can imagine. We have a Target, Ross, T J. Maxx, Ralphs, Vons, Trader Joes, Home Depot, Pet stores, Books Star, etc etc.
I like that we are just about 5-10 minutes from the beach.
I like that the area is expanding with Liberty Station and we are getting more and more restaurants and museums.
I don't like that many of the areas are in the flight path and the plane noise can get a bit old.
I like the Shelter Island area. Walking along the water on warm days or nights is wonderful over there.
I don't like the lack of great restaurants ( but as I mentioned above little by little that is changing.)
I don't like the traffic in the area
I don't like that the area is kind of lacking in character compared to areas such as Hillcrest or Encinitas. It does not feel particularly neighborhoody.
But overall I think it is a decent area to move to with probably more pros then cons.
I live in Point Loma and think it has it's pros and cons.
I like that there is every shopping you can imagine. We have a Target, Ross, T J. Maxx, Ralphs, Vons, Trader Joes, Home Depot, Pet stores, Books Star, etc etc.
I like that we are just about 5-10 minutes from the beach.
I like that the area is expanding with Liberty Station and we are getting more and more restaurants and museums.
I don't like that many of the areas are in the flight path and the plane noise can get a bit old.
I like the Shelter Island area. Walking along the water on warm days or nights is wonderful over there.
I don't like the lack of great restaurants ( but as I mentioned above little by little that is changing.)
I don't like the traffic in the area
I don't like that the area is kind of lacking in character compared to areas such as Hillcrest or Encinitas. It does not feel particularly neighborhoody.
But overall I think it is a decent area to move to with probably more pros then cons.
Has anyone ever done a canoe trip through Temagami, Ontario?
Larry
If so, what happened at what did you think about the place?
I was there for 8 days in June, and it was -1C and snowing one morning, and that afternoon we were all out fishing under a perfectly clear sky in light sweaters. We also walked through all the old-growth white pines. I thought it was a wild time, one of the coolest places I have ever been.
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"Canoe the Obabika Loop in Temagami
In August 1997, five canoes from the Federation of Ontario Naturalists (FON) paddled the Obabika Loop and proved again that this route is one of the nicest the Temagami region.
Day 1:
We travel to the Obabika Lodge at the southern end of Obabika Lake where we launch the canoes. Note that this access is now closed, and the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources advocates to paddle in via Temagami Lake and the portage of Obabika Inlet. The south end of the lake is somewhat busy with the boats from the lodge and a handful of cottages, but it gets quiet as we move up the lake. It's neat to glide over the sun-lit sandy bottom near the shore and look at the magical world under water. Further up, along the left shore, where the cliffs come down to the water's edge (in Anishnabe language, they are called Kaw-gaw-gee Waw-bee-kong), pictographs from travelers long ago give us time to marvel and reflect. The further north you camp on this lake, the more likely are you to encounter other campers and you might find the camp sites occupied. Thus, we paddle about two fifth up the length of the Lake and camp on the left shore.
Day 2:
We continue paddling up the Lake and stop about half way up the northern part of the lake, at the large rock island. During spring, it's a seagull rookery, but in August it's just one large rocky whale's hump, way out in the lake and bare of vegetation. Its gently sloped shore makes it easy to pull up the canoes, and we explore. temag1a.jpg (28508 bytes)No birds are there now, but the evidence of its large spring population is soon obvious: feathers have been blown into every crevice in this rock. But what touches us deeply are the many bones that are strewn about. In a place where so much new life springs forth, death seems to take its casual toll as well. We paddle on, all a bit quieter than before... Near the top end of the lake, we camp on the left shore, on the beach. Obabika Lake(Photo: Bonny Brownstein)It's a comfortable site, with the tents pitched directly on the sand. A small rocky island, just 50 m off shore, is a nice target for a swim, and we admire the brecchia that forms its bedrock.
Day 3:
It's lay-over day on Obabika. Heavy rain and lightning have forced us to stay put. Everyone is huddled under the large kitchen tarp; we are cramped but glad to be sheltered from the elements. In mid-afternoon, the weather improves and we decide to make use of the day. We launch the canoes and paddle to the north-east corner of the lake where there are large stands of old growth white pine. We step on shore and follow a trail that leads up the forest, take a fork to the right, cross a creek and then reach the top of the cliffs where we lunch. We are a group of nature buffs and thankful for the chance to look at the plants in detail. temag2.jpg (78043 bytes)With opened guide books, we stand huddled over some little sprig of green with a blossom and sort out what it is and what it isn't. I love this: in the three or four hours of walk, we barely cover 4 km, and it's time well spent. Eventually, we get back to the boats and realize that we would rather paddle for another hour than return to the camp for dinner. So, we move south along the east shore of Obabika Lake, to the Grand Parent Rocks (Ko-ko-mis and Sho-mis Waw-bee-Kong) and the pictographs there. We have seen these strangely sculpted rocks from a distance, and are keen to check them out. It's a privilege to get up close to these monuments of Native history and connect to the hundreds or even thousands of years of human presence at the lake.
Day 4:
It's time to move on, as we intend to paddle down the outflow of the lake for about a day and a half, and then loop back into Obabika Lake via a side creek, a lake and a long portage.
So, we break camp and retrace our way southwards for about 2 km and then enter the Obabika River. A cabin stands where the river leaves the lake, smoke curling out the chimney, a vegetable plot covers a fertile strip of shore and two dogs are barking at us. This is a strange sight in what I thought to be wilderness. But the owner of this home may well be a descendent of the people that have left their paintings on the rocks nearby, so why should he not continue his way of life...temag5.jpg (179405 bytes)
The river is small, just big enough to float our five canoes in loose formation. Its clear water flows over a gravelly bottom, and the incessant bends make for slow progress. The August sun burns down and dulls our senses, and the only life visible is the dragon flies that cruise about. We identify the bird songs that come from hidden perches in the bush and, occasionally, see moose tracks where the river bottom is soft. Two weeks earlier, the shores had revealed many tracks of not only moose but also bear and wolf. The recent rain has erased their tell-tale tracks and all open shore lines are as smooth as blackboards, awaiting to be rewritten.
An encounter with the people that live at the start of the Obabika, by ChrisCanoe, mailed to me on Jan 1, 2000: "...We had been enjoying the SW winds by joining 2 canoes together and sailing up Obabika Lake. It had been raining since we woke that day, but since there was such a great wind we decided to take advantage of it and keep on moving (we were doing route 6). When we got to the narrows (1/2 way up Lake) the wind was getting a bit much but we pressed on. Well let me tell you, we were really moving with the wind when all of a sudden it started getting a little hairy so we decided to pull in to the bay by the Obabika river and seek shelter for a while. After pulling up on shore we also noticed the camp (fire smoke) so we decided to go and introduce ourselves. Well we were totally soaked and as we approached the camp we noticed they were native and they invited us over. To keep it short, they invited us to spend the night, hang up all our wet stuff inside the cabin, invited us to join them for dinner (fresh moose stew and moose steaks) and lots of coffee. The rain stopped around 7 pm so we all went out and enjoyed a great fire while we talked about Temagami. They are members of the Gibson tribe.... Having been involved in the Temagami blockade a few years ago I found it fascinating to hear what they had to say. The Chief was there and he was the friendliest person you could imagine, showing great hospitality and generosity. The big thrill for me that night was when he asked me if I would like to stay in one of the teepees instead of putting up my wet tent. It was not that big, but when I unlashed the opening and crawled in, I was in heaven. There was a good bedding of straw that was covered with animal hides. I had the best nights sleep nice and dry and warm, staring up through the hole at the stars. The next morning when I crawled out the chief was already up getting the fire going again, and we enjoyed more talks over a few coffees before they wished us well and we continued up to the Wakimika River."
We carry around the small unnamed rapids 2 km from the start of the river. On an earlier trip, I had seen Cedar Waxwings perched high above that shore flutter out whenever an imprudent insect tried to cross the open space on the river, but today they are missing. We pass the portage towards Lahay Lake and judge the trail to be a bad one: it is swarming with mosquitoes and quite overgrown. Then we continue to Kokosh Pow-waw-ting or Pig Rapids, a short carry of about 90 m, and pitch tents on the large camp site there. It's good to know that across the river there is the open space of a former logging camp which could be used if the main camp site were occupied already.
Day 5:
We get up early as we expect it to be a long day. Launching the canoes brings out a new but not uncommon hazard: a tree stump houses a nest of bees, and we have to pass close by to get to the put-in. A few in the party are stung, and we are all glad as we get away from there.
For about six hours, we follow the many bends of the river, and the canoes have to be pulled over the dead trees that often bar the way. Then, some hillocks appear above the left shore, a sign to look for the little creek that enters from the east. We enter Wawiagama Creek and paddle against the current, skirting bushes and sandbars. After an hour of such toil we enter the bulrushes of Wawiagama Lake and search for a camp site. temag4.jpg (47924 bytes)The north shore of this lake has nothing to offer this medium sized group, but on the south shore we find a site large enough for just about any group. Some bare rocks nearby give us a chance to freshen up with a swim; what a pleasure!
Day 6:
The day starts with a 1000 m portage from the eastern end of Wawiagama Lake. It's not tough, really, because it's level and clear, and we soon get our gear to the other side. It's on the western end of a deep bay of Obabika Lake and, at earlier days, seems to have seen lots of traffic: there is even a wooden dock built for some obscure purpose. We should be paddling south on the lake to get close to tomorrow's pick-up, but the good campsites are the other way and we head north, along the west shore. Finding the camp site of the first day occupied, we cross Obabika Lake and settle down on a small site, up a steep hill. In spite of the small site, we manage to get comfortable and soon goof around to pass the remainder of the day. One couple even heads back across the lake to scale the huge rock face, and we watch them through binoculars as they work their way up to reach the wooded top. Yes, we are on alert for bees, again, as there are a few buzzing around, but no one is stung this time.
Day 7:
The morning sees us paddle back to Obabika Lodge for the pickup. We are relaxed, easy with each other and a bit wistful that it's just about over. Maybe we'll be back the next year....
Erhard Kraus,
June 1998"
"Canoe the Obabika Loop in Temagami
In August 1997, five canoes from the Federation of Ontario Naturalists (FON) paddled the Obabika Loop and proved again that this route is one of the nicest the Temagami region.
Day 1:
We travel to the Obabika Lodge at the southern end of Obabika Lake where we launch the canoes. Note that this access is now closed, and the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources advocates to paddle in via Temagami Lake and the portage of Obabika Inlet. The south end of the lake is somewhat busy with the boats from the lodge and a handful of cottages, but it gets quiet as we move up the lake. It's neat to glide over the sun-lit sandy bottom near the shore and look at the magical world under water. Further up, along the left shore, where the cliffs come down to the water's edge (in Anishnabe language, they are called Kaw-gaw-gee Waw-bee-kong), pictographs from travelers long ago give us time to marvel and reflect. The further north you camp on this lake, the more likely are you to encounter other campers and you might find the camp sites occupied. Thus, we paddle about two fifth up the length of the Lake and camp on the left shore.
Day 2:
We continue paddling up the Lake and stop about half way up the northern part of the lake, at the large rock island. During spring, it's a seagull rookery, but in August it's just one large rocky whale's hump, way out in the lake and bare of vegetation. Its gently sloped shore makes it easy to pull up the canoes, and we explore. temag1a.jpg (28508 bytes)No birds are there now, but the evidence of its large spring population is soon obvious: feathers have been blown into every crevice in this rock. But what touches us deeply are the many bones that are strewn about. In a place where so much new life springs forth, death seems to take its casual toll as well. We paddle on, all a bit quieter than before... Near the top end of the lake, we camp on the left shore, on the beach. Obabika Lake(Photo: Bonny Brownstein)It's a comfortable site, with the tents pitched directly on the sand. A small rocky island, just 50 m off shore, is a nice target for a swim, and we admire the brecchia that forms its bedrock.
Day 3:
It's lay-over day on Obabika. Heavy rain and lightning have forced us to stay put. Everyone is huddled under the large kitchen tarp; we are cramped but glad to be sheltered from the elements. In mid-afternoon, the weather improves and we decide to make use of the day. We launch the canoes and paddle to the north-east corner of the lake where there are large stands of old growth white pine. We step on shore and follow a trail that leads up the forest, take a fork to the right, cross a creek and then reach the top of the cliffs where we lunch. We are a group of nature buffs and thankful for the chance to look at the plants in detail. temag2.jpg (78043 bytes)With opened guide books, we stand huddled over some little sprig of green with a blossom and sort out what it is and what it isn't. I love this: in the three or four hours of walk, we barely cover 4 km, and it's time well spent. Eventually, we get back to the boats and realize that we would rather paddle for another hour than return to the camp for dinner. So, we move south along the east shore of Obabika Lake, to the Grand Parent Rocks (Ko-ko-mis and Sho-mis Waw-bee-Kong) and the pictographs there. We have seen these strangely sculpted rocks from a distance, and are keen to check them out. It's a privilege to get up close to these monuments of Native history and connect to the hundreds or even thousands of years of human presence at the lake.
Day 4:
It's time to move on, as we intend to paddle down the outflow of the lake for about a day and a half, and then loop back into Obabika Lake via a side creek, a lake and a long portage.
So, we break camp and retrace our way southwards for about 2 km and then enter the Obabika River. A cabin stands where the river leaves the lake, smoke curling out the chimney, a vegetable plot covers a fertile strip of shore and two dogs are barking at us. This is a strange sight in what I thought to be wilderness. But the owner of this home may well be a descendent of the people that have left their paintings on the rocks nearby, so why should he not continue his way of life...temag5.jpg (179405 bytes)
The river is small, just big enough to float our five canoes in loose formation. Its clear water flows over a gravelly bottom, and the incessant bends make for slow progress. The August sun burns down and dulls our senses, and the only life visible is the dragon flies that cruise about. We identify the bird songs that come from hidden perches in the bush and, occasionally, see moose tracks where the river bottom is soft. Two weeks earlier, the shores had revealed many tracks of not only moose but also bear and wolf. The recent rain has erased their tell-tale tracks and all open shore lines are as smooth as blackboards, awaiting to be rewritten.
An encounter with the people that live at the start of the Obabika, by ChrisCanoe, mailed to me on Jan 1, 2000: "...We had been enjoying the SW winds by joining 2 canoes together and sailing up Obabika Lake. It had been raining since we woke that day, but since there was such a great wind we decided to take advantage of it and keep on moving (we were doing route 6). When we got to the narrows (1/2 way up Lake) the wind was getting a bit much but we pressed on. Well let me tell you, we were really moving with the wind when all of a sudden it started getting a little hairy so we decided to pull in to the bay by the Obabika river and seek shelter for a while. After pulling up on shore we also noticed the camp (fire smoke) so we decided to go and introduce ourselves. Well we were totally soaked and as we approached the camp we noticed they were native and they invited us over. To keep it short, they invited us to spend the night, hang up all our wet stuff inside the cabin, invited us to join them for dinner (fresh moose stew and moose steaks) and lots of coffee. The rain stopped around 7 pm so we all went out and enjoyed a great fire while we talked about Temagami. They are members of the Gibson tribe.... Having been involved in the Temagami blockade a few years ago I found it fascinating to hear what they had to say. The Chief was there and he was the friendliest person you could imagine, showing great hospitality and generosity. The big thrill for me that night was when he asked me if I would like to stay in one of the teepees instead of putting up my wet tent. It was not that big, but when I unlashed the opening and crawled in, I was in heaven. There was a good bedding of straw that was covered with animal hides. I had the best nights sleep nice and dry and warm, staring up through the hole at the stars. The next morning when I crawled out the chief was already up getting the fire going again, and we enjoyed more talks over a few coffees before they wished us well and we continued up to the Wakimika River."
We carry around the small unnamed rapids 2 km from the start of the river. On an earlier trip, I had seen Cedar Waxwings perched high above that shore flutter out whenever an imprudent insect tried to cross the open space on the river, but today they are missing. We pass the portage towards Lahay Lake and judge the trail to be a bad one: it is swarming with mosquitoes and quite overgrown. Then we continue to Kokosh Pow-waw-ting or Pig Rapids, a short carry of about 90 m, and pitch tents on the large camp site there. It's good to know that across the river there is the open space of a former logging camp which could be used if the main camp site were occupied already.
Day 5:
We get up early as we expect it to be a long day. Launching the canoes brings out a new but not uncommon hazard: a tree stump houses a nest of bees, and we have to pass close by to get to the put-in. A few in the party are stung, and we are all glad as we get away from there.
For about six hours, we follow the many bends of the river, and the canoes have to be pulled over the dead trees that often bar the way. Then, some hillocks appear above the left shore, a sign to look for the little creek that enters from the east. We enter Wawiagama Creek and paddle against the current, skirting bushes and sandbars. After an hour of such toil we enter the bulrushes of Wawiagama Lake and search for a camp site. temag4.jpg (47924 bytes)The north shore of this lake has nothing to offer this medium sized group, but on the south shore we find a site large enough for just about any group. Some bare rocks nearby give us a chance to freshen up with a swim; what a pleasure!
Day 6:
The day starts with a 1000 m portage from the eastern end of Wawiagama Lake. It's not tough, really, because it's level and clear, and we soon get our gear to the other side. It's on the western end of a deep bay of Obabika Lake and, at earlier days, seems to have seen lots of traffic: there is even a wooden dock built for some obscure purpose. We should be paddling south on the lake to get close to tomorrow's pick-up, but the good campsites are the other way and we head north, along the west shore. Finding the camp site of the first day occupied, we cross Obabika Lake and settle down on a small site, up a steep hill. In spite of the small site, we manage to get comfortable and soon goof around to pass the remainder of the day. One couple even heads back across the lake to scale the huge rock face, and we watch them through binoculars as they work their way up to reach the wooded top. Yes, we are on alert for bees, again, as there are a few buzzing around, but no one is stung this time.
Day 7:
The morning sees us paddle back to Obabika Lodge for the pickup. We are relaxed, easy with each other and a bit wistful that it's just about over. Maybe we'll be back the next year....
Erhard Kraus,
June 1998"
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