Warren Lake

Warren Lake
Photo 7 of 41: Warren Lake
Taken 2009 October 6 from the Warren Lake Trail on the north shore 5¼ minutes west of the parking lot
GPS 46°42.8??'N 60°23.2??'W

It is 1.6 km (1 mi) from the Mary Ann Falls Road to the Warren Lake parking lot (at GPS 46°42.770'N 60°23.053'W). By the time I had arrived there, the misting had stopped and a ray of sun briefly lit up the lake’s eastern shore. The Warren Lake Trail is a 4.7 km (2.9 mi) level loop trail that follows the shore of Warren Lake. I decided to chance the weather, reasoning that if it started misting again, I could just turn around and make it back to the car without getting too wet.

Five minutes down the trail from the car, I stopped for this photo of Warren Lake. Alas, I forgot to record the cöordinates again, so those given above are estimated from those of the parking lot and my next stop, which I did record. Warren Lake reminded me very much of a mountain lake in New York State’s Adirondacks region, especially with the fall colours that were much more visible here than elsewhere in this area on this day. The red tree on the point at the centre right and the red trees on the far shore would have stood out even more had the sun been able to shine upon this scene! And I’m sure the lake would have also been a gorgeous blue were the skies of this morning overhead! Oh, well…another time!

The trail was in fine shape, well-maintained, with bridges over the several side rills that flow from the north shore into the lake. Although the mist can be seen above the south side of the lake in the photo above obscuring the mountains towards Ingonish, it continued to hold off where I was, so I kept on walking. A half hour after leaving the car, I had reached the west end of the lake, where Warren Brook enters it. A wooden foot bridge, tethered by ropes to trees on the opposite shore, lay part way across Warren Brook, but, this day, half of it, including its nearer end, was submerged and there was a good 1.75 m (5 ft) of open, fast-flowing, though relatively shallow, water between the shore and that submerged nearer end. I suspect that this was at least partially due to runoff from recent rains; at a drier time, the near end of the bridge would probably also have been out of water. Especially with a camera to keep dry, it would have simply been insane to try to get across, a conclusion in which another couple who reached the bridge shortly after I did concurred. So, we all turned around and, after giving them a head start, I hiked back as I had come, running into mist again about ten minutes later. Not exactly the perfect end to the afternoon, but, considering the beautiful morning I had spent at White Point and the weather that had been forecast for the day, I was still a pretty happy camper.