After a late breakfast and a month long plan to fish Gab for some Lakers, Dogger started talking about how I didn’t make it to Travois in the spring. Simply put, after a hour long debate we were off to Travois. Starting at Ogi's elevation of 1482 and topping out at 1965 just before the decent down to Travois's 1666, the many ups and downs in between really added up. While moose crap was everywhere, the Kek trail had less quirky rocks and was wider then the portages. The decent to the lake from the trail drops 300 feet in 75 rods and is filled with older reds and whites. Without the trees for stopping support, it would have been easy to slid right off some of the cliffs. The last 10 rods were the hardest as the brakes where starting to wane and the amount of pine cones and needles made footing a gamblers game. For years I’ve wondered what it looks like from Travois Lake, and now I was ashore filling my empty water bottle wondering what to do first! Time was of an essence as we only had about an hour before we had to head back to Ogi. Dogger eagerly jumped into the water and swam to the island to cool off. Water level was down 2 feet or so and you could walk around most of the lake with ease. Clear and deep on the north side while shallow in others. Many, many minnows as if to say no game fish, but who knows? Tossed a wiggler around but a 2pm bluebird sky in clear water from shore is not a good way to attack fish. No loons, or otters but many old Moose tracks. With my limited detective ability I spent most of the time looking for signs of anything manmade but came up empty excluding a group of cement looking rocks that I have questions about and an arrowhead that’s probably just a lookalike. After some work we were able to hop from rock to rock in the middle of lake to cross. After one last thankful glance the hike up to the Kek took longer then we guessed. All in all it was the most memorable, distinctive lake I’ve ever seen. I think it will always be my favorite lake.