Morning came and we were pleased that everything was dry. After Mass, we had a quick meal of oatmeal and headed out as we wanted to get all the way to Oyster. Paddled to the portage on the eastern end of Finger, this was a relatively easy portage of 90 rds, flat and with some mild rapids to the south. At the end of the portage we could tell there were a good amount of mosquitoes, but the permetherin spray was doing its magic and I didn’t even get bit. On Finger Creek we saw an otter and an Eagle. Pocket Lake was fairly calm, we almost looked for Pocket Creek in one bay too soon, but our GPS wizard, E, kept us going. The portage to Pocket Creek was hardly more than an up and over, but Pocket Creek was strewn with large boulders. Several canoes almost got stuck, but no one had too hard of a time, but it was slow and careful traveling. Don’t know if we would have missed it, but met a pair of solo paddlers coming out of Ge-be-on-e-quet creek so it was easy to find. They warned us of a large beaver dam that we’d have to pull over. So we came to it, and it was 1-2 feet higher on the south side. Slowed us down a bit, but wasn’t too bad. The portage on to Ge-be-on-e-quet Lake was very picturesque, and well worth taking extra time to explore the rapids/falls. Soon enough we were on Ge-be-on-e-quet Lake and our plan was to stop at a camp site for lunch. While we were headed for a site, a float plane landed on the water and looked like it dropped off someone at a site. Now that would be a cool way to arrive, but seems to be cheating a bit. We ended up at the southernmost campsite on the lake. Nice large rock with a great view of the lake. The landing site was just enough for one canoe, other areas were fairly steep and no one wanted to take a chance of an impromptu swim. Pepperoni, cheese, packets of mayo on pitas with craisins were on the menu for lunch. It was one of our favorite lunches, and would have rather had this more than once. We watched the float plane take off and it seemed like the sun might break out, but not yet. Back on the lake and the 120 rd portage to Green Lake was uneventful. At the end of the portage however, was this incredible bright light radiating from the sky…”It burns usss”, I said in my best Gollum voice. The other guys in the crew called it the sun, I think I remembered seeing it long ago, before my journey. It was short lived and soon were under the comfortable blanket of clouds. We paddled near (probably too near) to a 50’ tree that was leaning out over the lake at about a 45 degree angle. My canoe and the second canoe headed up into the portage. The last canoe said they paddled past the tree and were about 100 yards away when they heard an awful noise, looked back and saw the tree crashing into the water. That was a little too close, and another note to self….don’t paddle under leaning trees if possible. We made it to Rocky Lake after the 85 rd portage. On Rocky, the landing was, well….rocky, but not that bad. This would be the only part of the trip where we ran into a bit of black flies. They didn’t bite, but were a bit annoying. The time was getting close to 3 pm and we were anxious to find our campsite on Oyster so we didn’t seek out the pictograph on Rocky, but may have seen it from a distance. Met a crew of 3, two men and a woman at the portage, seemed nice enough, did like dropping the "f" bomb. We wanted to get the campsite on the middle of the peninsula on Oyster, but could see a tarp there and knew it was taken. At this time we had two canoes in the water and two canoes still on the portage. The decision had been made for the two front canoes to scout for a site. Looking back, I don’t think it was the wisest decision. The site closest to the end of the peninsula was also taken and we were getting a bit nervous that we might not find a site. We rounded the point and my canoe headed along the peninsula and the second canoe went across the lake to look at sites. The site on the south side of the peninsula was open and we grabbed it. We tried to signal the second canoe, but they didn’t see us, or didn’t look. Wish we would have had a walkie talkie. They made it all the way to the other side and we could see them looking for a site, but they continued to travel around the lake counterclockwise. It was hard to even see them as the last two canoes rounded the peninsula. We were able to wave them down and they pulled in and unpacked. The landing was great and dry. Several tent pads available and a great fire pit with a very nice view of the lake awaited us. We started to unpack, with me heading to the water’s edge to try and signal our separated canoe. They were continuing to make their way counterclockwise. And eventually we couldn’t see them anymore. Now, I am debating if we should go and look for them. The lake doesn’t seem too bad, but with our prior experience in the week, I was nervous. I walked down the shore a ways to be able to see them better. Not soon enough for my tastes, but soon enough, they were in site and made it to the camp. That night we feasted on Oriental Sesame Chicken and pan fried peanut butter cookies. We did some fishing from the shore, but without even a bite.