Senses heighten as you look ahead. Only a small opening, not large enough for your canoe. Eyes scan the shoreline looking for another way...yet there is none. The Boreal waters constricted to a path only a few feet wide. You'll have to portage this one. Looking for a place to land, you wade out in the shallows, the cold, crisp water taking over your senses. You are connected to the land now. Hopping over the granite, your packs and food in tow you put in on the other side. And so it continues. The timeless act of portaging and working around obstructions. Such is the way of travel in the Boreal Forest of Woodland Caribou Provincial Park.