Up the next day to a beautiful sunny day. Off to Frederick on a portage that seemed like a freeway in comparison to what I had trekked the previous days. Even the Lujineda portage back was easier.

Although I could have taken out this last day, I really wanted to savor one more night in the BW, so I paddled down Alton and found a pretty little site on the east side just north of the portage into Sawbill:

I lit a fire true to my namesake of OneMatch:

Had another little veggie meal and enjoyed the sunset with my last Bailey’s “on the rocks”.

I reflected back on this whole trip. Very, very remote. Challenging, both physical and mental. A great deal of sense of self accomplishment to do all this solo. But best of all, I once again heard the loon’s calls, watched the sun set over a crystal blue northern lake, saw an eagle’s wings soar just over me and all the while thought of the people I love. How can that be anything but a spectacular trip?

And oh yes, it was an 8 fly day: