I also just brought a typical hardware store tarp to throw over the ridge line. This worked just fine, but on breezy nights the noise from the tarp was noticeable at times. I'll be purchasing some silnylon in the near future.

After camp was packed, we made the short trip over to our first portage of the day. It was 220 rods, but not a bad trail. It still felt every bit of 200r by the time it was all over.

Paddled through Boot lake, noticing how strong the wind was, and in our face. This got us talking about the next lake we'd be on, Snowbank. Snowbank (as many of you know) is wide-open. And big.

When we portaged from Boot to Snowbank, our fears were shown to be true. The wind was in our face for the entire 3 mile paddle. The waves were white capped, and beating the hell out of the bow paddler.

After a couple of hours of hard paddling, made it back to the entry point. We were both pretty exhausted, and in the process of moving gear from the canoe to the dock, I heard something drop from my open bag into the water. F***. I was lucky in that it was only 6 feet deep and could see the glimmer made by the shiny reel against the dull rocks.

After my humbling jump into the chilly lake to retrieve the reel, we began to move gear up to the truck. I unlocked it, opened up the doors, and we started packing it up. After we were mostly loaded, I decided to start it up and get some tunes rolling. But, where was the key? I used it to unlock the truck moments earlier, but in the packing process it disappeared. After about 20 minutes of very colorful language and frantic searching, the key was found. Apparently I had carelessly set it on the middle console, and from there it found its way into a bag that had since been moved to the bed of the truck. Good times :)