In July of 2018, four families, all with small children (two of which were one-year-olds) paddled the French River for a few nights. Since we all had our hands full with children, we didn't get that far into the park and base-camped. Or at least tried to base-camp until a grumpy park ranger told us on the second day that we had to move since we had too many people on one site. Fair enough. We were definitely over the limit. So we moved to a site that had an adjacent site.
We were enjoying our time on the French river. Swimming, keeping the kids from drowning, paddling around, chasing away a Massasauga Rattler from the site, and eating gloriously.
On the third day we out out for a long day-paddle. We could see smoke coming up from over the tree line to the south. We chatted with some other folks on the river and learned that there's a forest fire south of the park, but it's not coming this way. The smoke was though (and that perhaps should have made us think.) By the end of our day-paddle it was 'snowing' white ash and black smoke had darkened the sun to a red ball (pictures below). The tips of every wave and ripple of the river reflected the dark red. It felt as though we were paddling towards Bowser's lair.
So, we went to bed after watching the red glow on the horizon. The following morning was spent chilling around the campsite. Tim worked on rigging up a sail on a canoe. Others went swimming or just were laying around reading. Things took a bit of a turn when a guy in a small aluminum fishing boat came zipping up to our side hollering, "You've got to evacuate! The fire is coming this way now!"
So, we packed up and started heading back to the marina. Though, we still managed to stop for a swim on the way since it certainly didn't look like the fire was any where close. We also passed by some cottagers on their dock with beers who weren't taking this fire thing very serious.
When we got to the marina we met some people who took it very seriously, in a "run for your lives!" kind of way. Several people ran down the dock and helped us grab the canoes out of the water only removing the large packs. Groups of people hurried the boats to the cars where we started to move with more urgency. The smoke that was settling down all around the area did seem to support the concern.
On our drive out, we were stopped by some fire-fighters at a truck with lights flashing. Using a clipboard, he asked for our names which apparently would be crosschecked with the parks records on who is out on the water. My (Tim) earlier suspicions that this isn't that critical of an emergency were confirmed by the fire-fighter who didn't rush us on but was happy to chit chat about the fire without urgency. Even though the winds had shifted, it was still many hours away from where we were. We definitely needed to evacuate, but our lives were not in any eminent danger.
The wind was blowing quite a bit of smoke across the highway on the way out, which actually became the most concerning part since visibility was reduced. We learned later that the fire never reached all the way to where we camped or the marina. Interestingly enough, it did rip through the area where I wanted to camp, but we didn't get that far in. That section is only accessible by canoe and that fishing boat dude would not have been able to get to us.
Two years later we went back and camped at that burned out site though. It was pretty awesome, but not much shade anymore.