SEPTEMBER 18, 2022
Woke to a wet tent, but no rain. We wouldn’t be able to dry our gear before leaving. But we stalled waiting to see if we might be stuck in a downpour. I got up about sunrise at 7:00. Terry got up for awhile and set 10:00 as our exit time. I got my gear ready. A motor boat came our way, and after trolling for ten minutes puttered off. I called to Terry. “Get up. No rain. It’s 9:30.” Off we We’re at 10:30.
The winds were shifting, and we had a fair chop. We left the waves behind as we headed into the narrows of East Loon Bay. Terry spotted a campsite he hoped we could camp in on the way back. Soon we were in Little Loon Lake leaving the motor boats and all people behind.
We entered Heritage Creek Portage 178. Our gear was so unwieldy and painful. It was two trips for me and three for Terry because I can’t carry his pack, the barrel nor the canoe. It’s a long way to suffer. He says it’s ok for him.
We were planing on going to North Lake to camp, but we decided we didn’t want to carry this gear over any more portages other than the ones on our trip back. We were in Slim Lake and it suited us fine. We settled into the second campsite at 2:00. High above the lake without another soul.
Terry got several smallies on the shore. I offered to paddle him around. It’s a peaceful venture because I try to go slowly without a sound. It’s only interrupted by a fish. No roads no phones no money no rent. Ain’t got no cigarettes. Easy mind. Terry caught and release several. He’s waiting for a big one which he might cook.
The night held a shower or two and some lightning.
Mountain Peace 