Day 4 was a cloudy day with a little sunshine and some gentle rain at times. I woke up to a foggy morning - so foggy that we could not see across the lake for about the first hour while we had breakfast. Now this breakfast was special. We reached down deep into the breakfast bag and found Lesley's pancake mix. There was enough for 2 breakfasts, but we ate it all. I mixed the batter, and George flipped the pancakes. We were using a campfire to cook, so we just moved the pan around to cook evenly. We also grabbed the omelette meal that we packed and cooked it too. George was very adept at cooking all corners evenly with the campfire. We feasted this morning and were now stoked with calories for our day trip to Johnson Falls. We cleaned up the kitchen and geared up the canoe for a short paddle to the other end of Canoe Lake to the Johnson Falls portage, which is actually the portage to Pine Lake. We made that paddle in about 10 minutes and hit the shore. All we had was a day pack to carry, so we hid our canoe and paddles, and started our hike. The walk was long, up and down, and I would not want to do that portage with lots of gear. When we got to Pine Lake, we continued on a path right near the water that led us along the lake and then along the creek up the hill to the falls. The map on this site shows the portage to Pine as 461 rods, which would be about 1.4 miles. I'm not sure it was that far, but the total hike to the falls is pretty long. We stayed at the falls about an hour and enjoyed more trail mix, dried fruit, and bacon jerky. We stuck our feet in the water to see how cold it was, and I was surprised that it was not ice cold, but just cold. Had it not been for high water and fast-moving rapids close by, I would have taken a dip. On the way back to Canoe Lake, I stopped long enough at Pine lake to put my feet in the water so that I could say I visited another lake. We got back to the lake and got back in our canoe for that short paddle. When we got back to camp, we had some peanut butter and jelly and decided to fish on Canoe Lake one more time for a couple hours. We caught a couple smallies that were very small, and right before we got done, George once again talked about the east breeze and we should go to the west end. We paddled down to the west end and trolled around a bit. After about 30 minutes we were on our last turn towards the campsite, and I hooked a good one. This time it did not break water, so I knew it might be a walleye. George netted it and said, "It's a walleye!" It was plenty big for both of us to eat at dinner that night. This would prove to be a big meal because we were both looking forward to the Mountain House meals I had brought along in case we struck out on fish for dinner. So we got back and had 2 big walleye fillets and a big lasagna in meat sauce Mountain House dinner. We boiled the two cups of water for the Mountain House and put it in it's cooking bag to cook. It's so easy. While it was cooking for ~10 minutes, we cooked the walleye. Then we feasted again! We cleaned up and as we stuffed ourselves back into our chairs by the camp fire, I was thinking I was in heaven after such a great day. We talked again until well after dark, fished a few casts from the shoreline. and went to our tents with the last day of packing and heading back where we came from.  Canoe Lake Canoe Lake, Pine Lake