Dateline: September 15, Ely, MN
Neither fires, nor rain nor wind stopped us from having fun in our six days in the Boundary Waters, but we did have to change our plans a few times.
Rain was the least of our problems since the only two times it rained was at night. But we did have to set up two camp sites in anticipation of rain and put up a fly.
Fire stopped us from going through a series of small lakes which we planned to do on our way back. And when the rangers came around to tell everyone that they were closing the east end of Knife Lake, due the the Canadian fire, they didn’t see us, so didn’t stop to tell us that they were closing our area and that the other area was now open. We learned about it at the first portage back, after paddling west on Knife Lake.
We could see the smoke from the Canadian fire from our second camp which was almost across from part of the fire.
|Ben hauling us through three lakes|
|Loading up at the first of seven portages|
|First of two hauls at every portage - second was food barrel and handheld stuff|
|The reason for portages|
|View at the fifth of the seven portages|
|My first tent site|
|Open for "bidnes" -toilet paper marks the "door" to the bathroom|
|Room with a view|
|A well deserved first day sunset|
|Bob fishing at dawn|
We enjoyed ring-billed gulls, eagles, two immature ospreys fishing, sharing our island camp with three chipmunks – who modeled just how fast they could get into our food. I’m going to make up a Power Point show to show to the Houston Area Sea Kayakers. I was discussing with Bob, what would be good pictures and we thought a picture of our food barrel – which protects it from bears with some of our food spread out on our “table cloth” would be interesting. On chipmunk showed up as soon as we started arranging the food and went scooting and rooting under a bag of gorp. Then it took a quick bite out of the bag while Bob was yelling at it and I was yelling to not scare off my model before I got good pictures. They were obviously used to campers feeding them and would come and sit on our feet even if we weren’t offering them food. One took a Cheerio from my fingers and another ate the last sun-dried tomato from our supper. And just as we were leaving our camp this morning, a mink swam just in front of us to an arm of our campsite.