Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Time to warm up

It’s time to reverse our directions to return to Ely. I rose to the “rosy fingers of dawn” and once again recited the adage, red skies at morn sailors take warn. Instead of the rosy cheeks of morning we left behind, we were shrouded in ominous clouds.

Terry proclaimed it was hard to beat Minnesota for her clouds. So much comfort in those words. If needed the clouds could be the highlight of the day. The reflection of these dark clouds in the water made the lakes more angry than the clouds. And the clouds came in many shapes and arch-chromatic shades.

We head back to Agnes Lake. We were lucky to find the obscure entrance to the portage. Our plan was to camp on Agnes. But we slipped by camps that were taken. Soon we were at the opening to Nina Moose river. Nina Moose lake was calling us. Putting us home a day early is welcome when you have been bloody cold for days.

I started to envision getting into Terry’s car and blasting the heat. We found a campsite with a lawn. It was a if they rolled out sod. There was even a dandelion. Crazy. As soon as we finished Mushroom Stroganoff it was getting dark and wouldn’t you know it? Red skies at night sailor’s delight.