I travelled through a few such reservations of aboriginal people through Canada and most of them didn’t differ visually from normal crown land though aboriginal people in Canada have many challenges just like in many places around the world. Apparently the native people on such reservations have quite substantial autonomy to run their own affairs and I found it interesting to travel through and stop in the reservations, meeting locals.
But out in the middle of the river, they leave you alone. And its bliss. I paddle lazily, enjoying the rhythm and serenity. After an hour or so, I came onto a small island and spied, what looked to me like, a tree house. Intrigued, I parked up the kayak and started exploring. Climbing up a tree, I discovered a comprehensive but empty tree house built across 3 big Pine trees. It had 2 small rooms and could easily sleep 5-6 people. It was a bit spooky but I was quite impressed and would’ve loved to spend a night in here. But it was way to early to call it a day and there was much ground (water!) to cover today.
The next day I paddled back up river, which sounds harder than it was as the Gibson river is mostly flat except for the drops, which you portage around. I stopped again at the magnificent "3 Rock Chute" then continued on back to where the journey had started. It was a long, tiring but very fulfilling day of paddling. As I packed the car up and took off, I switched the music to “Lotus Born” again and reflected on my journey. Since then the Gibson River is forever etched in my memory with an inseparable link to the “Lotus Born” song. I cannot think of one without automatically being drawn to the other.