Sunday, August 07, 2011 Day 3 – Through Caribou Bay across the north end of Smoothrock Lake to the “Super” campsite. 9.4 km travelled Portages: None Camp site Night Three – Super site - 50* 34’ 33.5”N 89* 26’ 8.2”W

Up late today. It got quite chilly last night, but I was warm and toasty in my hammock and underqulit. We had fresh eggs and pre-cooked bacon for breakfast. We were going to take it easy today. Good weather again! Just look at that crystal clear sky!

We look over the maps and plan our day’s paddle before we set out .

We decided to just get into the top of Smoothrock Lake and stop for an early camp. We paddled up the rest of Caribou Bay and out into the main part of Smoothrock. We had worried that we might have issues with wind and waves as we crossed the main body of Smoothrock. But the water gods were with us this day, my friend. The water was calm and the wind light.

We crossed the big water quickly and arrived at our goal for the day. We had paddled less than three hours, but since we went so far the first day we were still ahead of our original schedule. The camp site was marked “SUPER” on the Wildwaters map. It had three picnic tables, two propane burners, and three big 18” fry pans that the fly-in lodge had put there.

There were a lot of good tent pads and plenty of trees for the hammocks. We spread out over a huge area several hundred yards wide.

There's Sweeps in the hammock under a 12 x 12 ft tarp spread wide.

Here is Pat’s one man tent.

I set up my hammock about 75 yards away from the main camp area. I had a nice waterfront parcel looking off to the northwest.

It looked like we might get some rain, so I cinched my tarp down pretty low.

We just napped the rest of the afternoon.

We broke out the everclear pretty early, mixed up some Wabakimi punch, and just kicked back. We got half drunk and stayed that way until bed. At dinner time we did not use any propane since that would simply violate our wilderness ethic. But we did use the fry pans to bake pizzas and to put our coffee pot on to keep it clean while we boiled water. (and we would like to thank the fly-in lodge owners for that). We ate at the picnic tables and sat on them for a fire afterward. Dave enjoyed a cigar with his drink.

During the day we saw a motor boat with three fishing folks. They waved and smiled at us as they drove by a few times. We had not seen anyone on days 1 and 2.

We tried fishing from shore, but got skunked.

The sun was setting a bit earlier, maybe around 9:30 or so, but still, no mossys until after were snugly ensconced in our shelter.