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Friday, July 17, 2009

Chipmunks and Charcloth

While camping in Algonquin Provincial Park recently, I needed to make some charcloth. Charcloth is what I use to catch sparks from my steel fire striker.


Prior to the trip, I cut up an old cotton work shirt into small 1-inch squares, and placed them in an empty zinc oxide ointment tin (used for the baby). After the campfire had burned low, leaving just embers, I poked a hole in the lid of the tin with my knife. Then I closed the lid, and placed the tin onto the glowing embers. White smoke began to pour from the hole in a hypnotic laminar flow.


Within a few minutes, the white smoke began to appear more transparent, as the water content of the cotton and pyrolosis began to take place. As soon as the smoke cleared, I took the tin off of the embers, and poked a twig into the hole to seal it off.


Sealing it off prevents oxygen from entering the tin, stopping the charcloth from smouldering and ensuring that carbon compounds remain within the fabric matrix.


Making charcloth is very satisfying.


As this took place, an Eastern Chipmunk (Tamias striatus) made an appearance.


Tamias is Greek for one who stores, striatus for striped.


We had scattered little pieces of granola bar on the ground for him to eat.


He stuffed the pieces in his cheek and then ran off quickly in various directions, hoarding and storing the food in small caches.


This little fellow thought he could stealthily sneak up and take pieces of granola bar we had scattered on the ground for him, without being noticed.


We noticed him.

Cheers,

Mungo

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Weekend Bunnies, Achlorophyllous Plants and a Polypore.

On the weekend I went for a long walk with the little one.


As we were slowly wandering through the neighbourhood some rabbits started hopping around nearby.


They were snacking on dandelions and other treats.


They were small, and not very shy.


I think it would take a couple of them to make a hearty meal.


An older fellow who said he'd been walking on that same street on weekend mornings for decades told me that one morning he came across a deer standing in the middle of the road. I think I'd need to be out very early to see that. Maybe this coming weekend. A deer would make a very hearty meal.


At one point I detoured through a section of the valley, and in short order came across two incredible plants. Both of them are achlorophyllous (i.e. without cholorphyll) and so cannot photosynthesize to make their own nutrients.

Monotropa uniflora, also known as the Ghost Plant, Indian Pipe, or Corpse Plant derives its nutrients and carbon from parasitizing on fungi, and thus is known as a myco-heterotroph (i.e. 'gets its nourishment from another, in this case, myco or fungi'). I freaked out a little when I saw this one, because it is quite rare. Finding it was a real treat.


I saw it out of the corner of my eye as I was navigating the baby buggy over some rough ground - it was probably only 3 centimeters in height. What immediately struck me was its resemblance to fungus - which of course it is not.


And then I came across another achlorophyllous beastie: Conopholis americana, American cancer-root, squawroot or bear corn parasitizes nutrients from the roots of oaks or beech trees - it doesn't need to photosynthesize and so not surprisingly lacks leaves.


This was a weird one - the more I looked, the more I saw of them. They grew in lines that traced the presence of shallow tree roots under the soil.


They were like little white berries on pine-cones. They reminded me of the early growth stage of ferns also.


I also came across this unusual polyporus. I've never seen it before - fairly small (about 5 centimeters in diameter) - with a rigid black stem. I believe it is Polyporus elegans, but can't find any reference to it at all in my Roger Philips Mushrooms book or any online source - if anyone can help me identify it, I would really appreciate it. I'm afraid this is the only photo I took, so trust me that it is a polypore. It almost appears to have an iodine staining to it.

Cheers,

Mungo

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Details of Backcountry Camping Trip into Pinetree Lake, Algonquin Provincial Park

I am back from portaging, canoeing and camping at Pinetree Lake in Algonquin Park. I took lots of pictures of flora, but wasn't able to take many of the limited fauna that I saw.

I didn't really see many animals other than birds - although we made a lot of noise to keep the lions and tigers and bears away. I saw frogs and toads. I saw evidence of otters and beavers. To spare you, dear reader, from scatological visions, I will only write about the poop I saw. I saw the scat of white-tailed deer, moose, bear, wolf, fox, and raccoon. The coolest (if I can characterize it as such) of all the scat was that of a wolf - it was chock-full of deer hair.

Birds seen included Merganzer ducks, Common Loons, Big Noisy Seagulls, Ravens, an Eagle, Woodpeckers, Nuthatches, and a Grey Heron.


We kept a fire going on and off, and the smoke helped keep the blackflies away. We reignited it as needed from the glowing embers hidden under the insulating wood ashes, sometimes simply by laying some birchbark or fine twigs on the coals after clearing away some ashes, and waiting for a minute until the heat built up and set flame to it all.


Decado kept the bugs at bay with his bug hat.


Yoyar wore his Tilley hat, and shared stories of Tilley hats being eaten by elephants.


While it may appear that we are storing our peg legs by the fire, this is not the case. Accidental dunking in the lake meant that shoes and boots needed to be dried out. I just let my shoes dry on my feet, my wool socks dried really easily.


My tent sits on a rise on the camp site. Last year I was in a lower section, and the rain pooled and got me wet. We had just arrived, and I had emptied the bags to see what food we had, and so that could organize my kit. In the background you can see Yoyar's tarp. In the foreground you can see a couple of wet bags I bought from a police auction for $5. Red is the equipment bag. Yellow is the food bag.


After literally hours of fishing I caught a nap on the rocks down by the water. I woke up when it was dark. The next day I discovered black flies had feasted on my exposed ankles and crawled up my pant legs to devour my lower legs. I had not tucked my pants into my socks before passing out from the sun.


Yoyar explored the lake.


Dusk's golden rays glowed on the rocky shores and on the pine woods. Say that 10 times fast. They really did, but I wish I could compose a better sentence to describe it. Heck, just look at the picture.


We cooked over the fire, and always kept a kettle brewing filled from the lake. We ate freeze-dried entrees, and pasta, and curried rice and more. We combined Bisquick biscuit mix with water, kneaded and then wound it around a thick maple branch with the bark removed.


We toasted the wood over the fire first to help cook the inside of the dough before baking the dough over the fire for a few minutes. It was tasty, but next time I would add raisins and sugar.


Yoyar came up with the idea of making a minnow trap with a bug hat as shown above (look under the water). As cleverly conceived and executed as it was, it was a minnow trap that never trapped any minnows, despite containing a juicy chunk of pepperoni.


Decado sawed wood.


Yoyar sawed more wood that week than he had sawed in a lifetime. Note that no forests were harmed in the course of this exercise.


This is a buck saw made of with a wooden frame. This ingenious device is a useful bushcraft tool - you can store the blade in your belt, and construct a saw whenever you need it, using only 3 penny nails and a length of cord for tension at top.


Our fire was good. I fell asleep next to the fire twice - there is nothing like falling asleep by a camp fire.


I will make sure to bring tea bags next time I go. It is utterly uncivilized to go into the woods without good English tea. Uncivilized, I tell you.


I came across a blob of green alien slime or frog spawn. It was one or the other.


A suspicious looking frog was seen near the alien slime.


Fallen, waterlogged trees provide habitats for birds, amphibians, fish and plants.


Behind the peninsula where the camp site was situated, lies a swampy area. Crossing it leads you into the hills behind, covered with miles and miles of forest.


Yoyar went down to inspect his minnow trap. A moment after this photo, his foot slipped from the rock and he got quite wet. I didn't manage to capture that exquisite moment.


Monty had a terrific time. Between his perimeter checks and snuffling about the site, he retreated to the tent to snooze, and to avoid the bugs. He explored the woods. He shared in our meals. He drank from the lake. He peed in the woods.


I went for a paddle and explored the lake edge.


The 40 pound carbon fusion Kipawa canoe, rented from Algonquin Outfitters, was a pleasure to paddle. I would buy this canoe if I won the lottery.


The loons laughed up and down the lake and kept busy fishing throughout the week.


Lily pads covered only a few areas of the shoreline - the water was mostly too deep around the edges.


There were several beaver homes on the lake.


We raided a beaver home for a bit of dry firewood, and took only a little bit. No beavers were harmed during the course of this raid.


An empty mussel shell: the discarded remnants of an otter's meal, I believe.


The remains of an otter's feast.


Beavers take down small trees and large - you can see a thick birch tree that has fallen above.


A seagull defending its nest.


The seagull's nest - I could not see any eggs or chicks in it. It might be that an eagle or a raven took them, I had witnessed the parents mobbing a raven the day before.


I paddled and paddled.


And passed by the camp site.


While we know there were lots of fish in the lake, and certainly tons of minnows in the shallows, we didn't catch a single fish. I did have one on my hook at one point, but it escaped as I reeled it in.


The sunken logs you see in the water above are great fish habitat.


Big sheets of birch bark found on the forest floor.


The sunsets were brilliant - the weather was great all week. It rained on the first day, and it was a welcome cooling shower after our portage in.


Good weather and a good time.


Cheers,

Mungo

Monday, July 06, 2009

Yoyar's Brave Chili Dehydration Experiment

My friend Yoyar has decided to go on a 14 day solo canoe loop through the north west corridors of Algonquin Provincial Park. It would seem that he has rediscovered the camping bug (his recent bout with a suspected cryptosporidium infection that followed our last camping trip notwithstanding). Since food is a significant portion of pack weight and volume, he thought it would be good to bring dehydrated food along with him. After watching a series of videos on YouTube by Tinny on dehydrating and camp cooking, he decided to plunge right into it.

He used his new Trangia (of which I am quite jealous) stove and GSI kettle.

He provided the following information and photographs on how to make dehydrated Chili:

"I picked up a Salton dehydrator, bought at a store in Mississauga, Ontario that sells seconds, i.e. items carrying no warranty. It cost around $30, and seems to do a great job.

Usually the store sells items that have been repackaged, have a cosmetic issue, or some other insignificant issues.


Since the dehydrating machine's trays are perforated (to allow air to flow through), and since I was dehydrating a liquid (Chili), you will need some parchment paper.


In the image above, you can see the steam and moisture collecting on the lid as the chili dehydrates.


I put the dehydrator under the hood fan in the kitchen to get rid of the heat it generates.


I also picked up a Seal a Meal at same store, so that I can vacuum-seal the food.


Here is my recipe:
  • Packet of store-bought chili seasoning
  • 1 pound of ground beef
  • 1 can of red kidney beans
  • 1 can of tomato sauce
  • 5 small tomatoes, diced
  • Onion and garlic to taste
  • Black pepper
  • Salt
  • Cayenne pepper


Caramelize the onions and lightly fry the garlic (not too much or it will taste bitter). Then brown the meat thoroughly.


Remove lots of the fat from the meat using some paper towels, but you want to leave some fat in for calories and flavour (since I'm going to vacuum seal and freeze I don't worry about fat going rancid in the air).


Then deglaze the pan with some water and add the seasoning. Don't make it watery, just enough water to make a paste.


Add all the other ingredients and simmer until the chili is thick. Since we're going to be dehydrating, simmering until the chili is thicker than usual is a good idea.


Using a wooden spoon, just spread out the chili amount onto the parchment paper that you earlier cut out to the size of the tray.


A hole in the middle of the parchment seems like a good idea, cause the dehydrator has a hole there.


Dehydrate for 24 hours.


It comes off the paper easily in crispy chunks, I put the chunks in a bowl and crunched them up some more. I'd say it weighs maybe 1/4 of what it started out as.


I used the Seal a Meal on the bits and it seemed to work nicely. I then put it in the freezer.


The amount I made was equivalent to 3 hydrated ladles full, which with some pasta or rice would be quite a big meal."



So after rehydrating it, his verdict was that he probably dehydrated it for too long. It had a burnt flavour to it all. So he will be working on improving the process, and will probably send updates...


Maybe he'll mail some to me to try out...

Cheers,

Mungo

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Fairly Complete Index of Mungo Bah Posts About Bushcraft, Camping, Canoeing and More...

As certain readers have requested, I have created a fairly complete index of Mungo Says Bah posts.

Please enjoy and comment freely!

Cheers,

Mungo

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Flora: Pinetree Lake, Algonquin Provincial Park - June 2009 Camping Trip

I am back from portaging, canoeing and camping at Pinetree Lake in Algonquin Park. I only spent a couple of hours with my camera taking pictures of plants - there were lots that I simply walked or portaged or canoed by and admired. And no doubt there were a lot more that eluded my blackfly plagued eyes.


The image above shows a fairly inconspicuous looking plant, Oxalis stricta or Yellow Woodsorrel (also known as sourgrass or Lemon Clover), with a markedly conspicuous taste (caused mostly by the Oxalic acid found within). I munched bunches of these as I stood at the shoreline fishing (but not catching) fish. They taste lemony and bright. Had I caught a nice lake trout, I would have stuffed it with Yellow Woodsorrel. It contains lots of Vitamin C, in case you develop Scurvy while camping in Algonquin Park. Ain't got no scurvy on me.


The beastie above is a most amazing plant. I came across a few patches of these Sundew (Drosera rotundifolia) plants while looking for frogs on the portage entrance on the way out of the lake on the last day. The first 'colony' I saw surprised me. It was so tiny, and contained so many of the intricate leaves.


A closer picture shows (see the far-right, middle of the image below) an insect that has been caught by the sticky exudate on the modified leaves. Shortly the leaves will curl in and begin to digest the creature. I kept well back. You never know.


Speaking of carnivorous plants, the Pitcher Plant (Sarracenia purpurea) above (tucked amongst some Arctic Willow branches and leaves, along with some Sphagnum moss) is attractive to flying insects that drop in to sample the wares suggested by a rotting smell and cannot make their way out of the pitcher-shaped modified leaf due to the fine hairs that line the inside of the structure. They fall down, get stuck in a mixture of rain water and digestive fluids and slowly become a liquid delight.

"Most species [of Sarracenia] use a combination of scent, drugged nectar, waxy deposits (to clog insect feet) and gravity to topple insect prey into their pitcher. Coniine, an alkaloid drug narcotic to insects, has been discovered in the nectar-like secretions of at least S. flava. Once inside, the insect finds the footing very slippery with a waxy surface covering the walls of the pitcher. Further down the tube, downward-pointing hairs make retreat impossible, and in the lowest region of the tube, a pool of liquid containing digestive enzymes and wetting agents quickly drowns the prey and begins digestion. The exoskeletons are usually not digested, and over the course of the summer fill up the pitcher tube."
I kept well back. You never know.


Here is some Eastern Hemlock (Tsuga canadensis). I misidentified it earlier by calling it Spruce. Whoops.
"The eastern hemlock grows well in shade and is very long lived with the oldest recorded specimen being at least 554 years old."

The Devil's Paintbrush or Orange Hawkweed (Hieracium aurantiacum) is just getting ready to bloom.


Walking in on the portage - and again as seen in the images I took from a distance sitting in my canoe from the shoreline - I came across these remarkable looking orchids: Pink Lady Slippers or the Moccasin flower (Cypripedium acaule). While not carnivorous, they have an unusual structure. The modified flowers are constructed like pouches that trap insects for a short period of time, forcing them to brush past the structures within so that the the plant becomes fertilized with pollen. Have a look at this page showing hundreds of varieties of Slipper orchids.


They do not transplant well, as they have particular needs for acidic soils, groundcover scattered with pine needles, and a special fungal association within the soil. They exist all the way up to the Arctic Circle. So don't take any - they won't survive.


The ground was thick with blueberry bushes, but alas the blueberries were not yet ready. The flowers were beginning to emerge, and as we all learned in botany class, pollinated flowers precede the development of the fruit. Most of the bushes are a bright green, but a few leaves are a vibrant red, similar to that of a Japanese Maple. I wonder why.


You can see a blueberry flower above. It would have been great to have blueberries to add to the biscuits we cooked by the fire. Or even to make a tea or simply as snacks.


This dwarf Eastern white pine (Pinus strobus) was growing in the crack of a boulder at the camping site. It might be 10 years old, I would only know if I cut it down with a knife and examined the growth rings. I wouldn't do that. I would be worried that in some karmic alternate reality, I would have my legs cut off and examined by a menacing white pine.


The rock faces in Algonquin Provincial Park are being slowly, almost infinitesimally, broken down by the acidic secretions of lichens.


I like lichens - I remember from grade 10 biology that:
"Lichens are composite organisms consisting of a symbiotic association of a fungus (the mycobiont) with a photosynthetic partner (the photobiont or phycobiont), usually either a green alga (commonly Trebouxia) or cyanobacterium (commonly Nostoc)."
Very cool. If you are into fungi (as I am) and into alga (which I'm not), you'd have a heyday with lichens.


I came across many of these neat-looking flowers, of the Canadian Bunchberry (Cornus canadensis). I didn't see any of the berries (which are drupes like olives or peaches) - maybe it is too early in the season for them. They have a taste reminicent of apples.


Sedges provide edible 'nutlets' or seeds that can be gathered either by sweeping your cupped hands through large growths of it, or by gathering them and winnowing the seeds. You'll know if it is a sedge or a grass by the following popular saying:
"Sedges have edges, and rushes are round,
But grasses have nodes from their tips to the ground."
If you roll a sedge leaf in your hands and look at the cross section, you'll notice a triangular shape that gives an 'edged' feeling. I find the seeds quite tasty, but better when they are brown and dried - ready to drop. A good way to cook these seeds is to winnow them, crush them up slightly to remove the seed covering, mush it up with water and put it into a container. Then you drop stones that you have heated in the embers of a fire into the container and shake it about. The pleasant smell will indicate the cooking of the seeds into something savoury.


This is a nice soft moss. Dunno what kind. It would be good to fall asleep on a bed of this.


Rock tripe is an edible lichen. You pull it off the rock, wash the sand and grit away. Then you can roast and then boil it up in a soup. I just ate some raw and chewed away. It has a mushroomy/cracker like sensation/flavour. Not bad at all actually!


In amongst the pine trees of Pinetree lake, a few deciduous trees like birch and maple grew. You can see a brilliant red maple seed above. These are known as maple keys or samaras.
"A samara is a type of fruit in which a flattened wing of fibrous, papery tissue develops from the ovary wall. A samara is a simple dry fruit and indehiscent (not opening along a seam). They are winged achenes. The shape of a samara enables the wind to carry the seed away from the parent tree."

These little guys are called Eastern Teaberry, Checkerberry, Boxberry or American Wintergreen (Gaultheria procumbens). I call them Wintergreen. If you macerate a leaf between your teeth and wait a minute or two, methyl salicylate (wintergreen flavour found in chewing gum) is created and released. Minty fresh. It is also known as the Spice Berry.


The berries are small and hide under the leaves, but are delicious. I grabbed piles of them as I wandered through the woods. They too have a wintergreen taste to them, and are mealy/bland also.

Chipmunks nibble on them, and squirrels eat the leaves.
"Its fruit persists through the winter and it is one of the few sources of green leaves in winter."

Finally, here are some mushrooms. I don't have my Algonquin Park mushroom identification guide book with me presently, but once I do, I will update this page to explain what they are.


All I know is that this little guy is an LBM or little brown mushroom.

Cheers,

Mungo