20+ years ago I was listening to a radio programme. The guest was a writer discussing Ontario outdoor vacations, of the canoe, camp, hike variety. The host asked about avoiding crowds streaming north from the (Ontario) populous south. The writer said she recommended travellers going a) beyond North Bay, and/or b) after Labour Day (Sept 1st). Doing both would be golden she said. She also offered her favourite provincial park as an example, Neys PP. on Lake Superior. "Go in summertime and you'll have some company there. Go in September and you'll have the place to yourself." Ever since listening to that programme I've tested her theory and found it to ring true, mostly. And yes, we've car camped in Neys PP a few times, rain or shine, summer or fall, and have never been crowded. But a lot can happen in 20 years, so who knows. Lately we've been paddling not quite so far north but still north of the magical 46th (actually the difference is the distance to drive, not the latitude) and been rewarded with unpopulated lakes. We've even braved "busy lakes" on season opener weekends and been startled by the solitude of it all. Did we get the dates wrong? There should be lotsa lotsa humanity around somewhere but they seem to be missing. Or maybe we just got lucky. By comparison this past week we went for a couple days south of that magical 46th, in Muskoka cottage country, and enjoyed a quiet time in a pretty bay all to ourselves...well almost. It was a small cottage lake but nobody was home. It was a weekday trip so few cottagers were about. Just us and some hummingbirds, ospreys, ducks, geese...and ltsa lotsa mosquitoes and black flies. Later on the drive home I stopped for gas. A gentleman swung his car around to the pumps as I eased forward too. Each at our chosen pumps filling up I called over attempting a disarming smile "Sure is busy on a Saturday, eh!?" He harrumphed and continued filling up. As I stepped into the gas bar to pay he was waiting and he leaned forward to apologize. "Sorry. I get a bit frustrated with the crowds. Didn't mean to get hot under the collar." I shrugged and smiled, brushing off any reason to get riled. We wished one another well and that was that, no worries. As I was paying the exasperated cashier was telling me all about the rude and angry customers flaming her for every silly little inconvenience to their fragile snowflake world. "This place is too slow! I'm in a hurry!" "Eight pumps and only one cashier!!?" "What, no coffee machine?!" I agreed with her that if only they'd understand that one single day up here in paradise might be better than a week back at home, but ya can't waste it. She laughed and said she couldn't wait to get home herself.
I on the other hand could. My wife and I slid out of town the back way and found rolling country roads ahead of us, stopping to discover a cute coffee shop, a great bistro restaurant, and a quiet village park...before eventually getting home. I can't say the trip was golden, but nothing was wasted. We're covered in bug bites and I picked up a sunburn. I did way more swimming than chores, and she did way more reading than cooking. Actually, it is sounding pretty golden now I come to think of it.
The Missinaibi lakes still sit on my bucket list, so I'm eagerly looking forward to a trip report from there BF. By my way of thinking, and I could be wrong, you'll be more challenged by bugs and weather than by any crowds. But if I'm wrong and a plan B becomes necessary, perhaps going upstream to Little Miss might be worthwhile. That's especially on my list.
However your plans A and B go, I hope your trip is golden.