Wednesday, May 21, 2008 Day 7 Fishing was good and their gypsy camp was beautiful so they stayed another day. As much as people got nervous about Pete swinging his little hatchet they always woke up to a fire and hot coffee. It seemed like Dave waited to get up when he heard the wood stop splitting because he would go straight to the fire and go to work on breakfast. Dave’s seminar today was on the fine art of cooking Hippie Pancakes. He broke out the Sturdiwheat mix, whipped it up with his whisk and added soaked dried fruit. Leaning over the fire, Dave advised, “If you really want fluffy cakes you let the batter sit about 20 minutes and it will rise in the mixing bowl. All the pancakes have to be cooked before anyone starts to eat so you need a steel warming plate set near the edge of the fire...” Dave insisted on some type of meat with every breakfast, so it was normally ham or summer sausage after the bacon was gone.

Pete had the second 50 oz. French Press of Espresso roast ready by that time and everyone again ate their fill. Mornings went like clockwork. Pete got up at 6 and got the fire and the coffee going, Dave would cook breakfast and Bryan and Mark would be breaking down camp or rigging poles and canoes getting ready for the day's events. We ate a hot calorie packed breakfast every morning, washed the dishes, packed up the food pack and got out on the water by 8 almost every morning. If we weren’t fishing, we were moving.