White Lake Provincial Park is over 6000 hectares in size. It is well known for its fishing and is situated near the bottom of the 20+ mile long White Lake. There are smaller lakes within the park’s boundaries that are stocked and there is a supply of loaner fishing gear and tackle, provided by OPG, at the main gatehouse. We noticed that some of the parks we have stayed in also offer loaner life jackets. The campsites are small tent size and up, large enough to hold a trailer larger than ours. The forest is denser which is good as the sites are a little closer. The roads are a little more narrow and rustic looking, but no issues with getting our trailer through. Like other Provincial parks, this one also allows long term seasonal campers. Camp set up is getting quicker for us. We seem to spend more time walking the camp site deciding on where to park the trailer than we do setting it up. We do only have to push a few buttons, 8 really: front and rear support legs, 3 slideouts , water pump and heater, and the awning. Quicker than the cottage. We can be out hiking or sitting having a cold one in a few minutes while at the cottage we’d still be walking up the stairs for another load to carry in from the car.
We got into the park around 4 pm and once setup we walked around the park checking out the facilities including areas to launch the kayaks. Again we noticed how different the pine trees look in this area of the province. The black flies are a little thicker here. The temperature when we arrived was 23C, just above 70F. They only bothered us if we stopped somewhere for more than a few minutes.
The second day we woke to a rain looking sky. By the time we were done cleaning up from breakfast it was raining. It remained a light drizzle so we suited up and launched the kayaks. We paddled around the lowered end of the lake, staying below the narrows that passes under the highway and leads to the larger north end. The paddle out and back took over an hour and, as the rain was still very light, we decided to stay out and try some fishing. I went back to the trailer to get our gear while Jenn stayed in her kayak. After fruitless, yet completely relaxing fishing, casting while drifting with the breeze and current we called it a day. The rain had decided to finally fall and it was after 2 pm.