A Little Longer, A Little Farther
by PixiePaddler
Trip Type:
Paddling Canoe
Entry Date:
07/04/2009
Entry Point:
Fall Lake (EP 24)
Exit Point:
Moose/Portage River (north) (EP 16)
Number of Days:
10
Group Size:
2
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Day 7 of 10
Friday, July 10, 2009
Grand Central Station…
We listened to the wind all night last night and decided to get up early this morning to beat it. UGH! 4:30 is a time I don’t like to see on my watch in the morning! But…we were up and at it and headed toward Bottle portage. We fished along the way. We hit a honey hole just above the Bottle rapids and we hooked a fish on about 75% of our casts. We saw our fish stealing eagle sitting on a rock along the way. I tried to get some pictures, but the rocking of the canoe made it difficult. We walked muddy Bottle portage with three other groups and emerged on the other side to Lac La Croix and a stiff head wind. UGH! We got across to the lake and started looking for a place to call our own since the wind was so strong. What a strange experience. We arrived at one nice campsite as the previous occupants were just packing up to leave for the day! This has never happened to us lazy bones. We waited for them to vacate and then unpacked. We had a few nice walleye in our cold pack bag and had them cleaned and in the pan for a nice lunch. This lake was very busy. There were lots of motor boats (transporting canoes), planes, and other travelers. It wasn’t my favorite place. We nicknamed this lake Grand Central Station. As we were back in the woods looking for the latrine, we spotted a mama grouse leading her babies around. She wasn’t too upset with us and just went about her business. We set up our tent with the fly off. We took a solar shower and lounged around. The weather was perfect and the tent kept the bugs off and let the breeze flow through. I needed a nap! Getting up that early is definitely not my cup of tea!That evening the wind died down and we went out for a little paddle. We made our way to the back of a cove and checked out the ranger station that was back there. It seemed to be empty at the moment. It reminded me of a scene from a Terry Redlin painting. It was a nice evening.
We headed back to camp to enjoy the last bit of daylight. We dove into the tent to escape the gazillion mosquitoes. Light sprinkles began as we drifted off to sleep.
Grand Central Station…
We listened to the wind all night last night and decided to get up early this morning to beat it. UGH! 4:30 is a time I don’t like to see on my watch in the morning! But…we were up and at it and headed toward Bottle portage. We fished along the way. We hit a honey hole just above the Bottle rapids and we hooked a fish on about 75% of our casts. We saw our fish stealing eagle sitting on a rock along the way. I tried to get some pictures, but the rocking of the canoe made it difficult. We walked muddy Bottle portage with three other groups and emerged on the other side to Lac La Croix and a stiff head wind. UGH! We got across to the lake and started looking for a place to call our own since the wind was so strong. What a strange experience. We arrived at one nice campsite as the previous occupants were just packing up to leave for the day! This has never happened to us lazy bones. We waited for them to vacate and then unpacked. We had a few nice walleye in our cold pack bag and had them cleaned and in the pan for a nice lunch. This lake was very busy. There were lots of motor boats (transporting canoes), planes, and other travelers. It wasn’t my favorite place. We nicknamed this lake Grand Central Station. As we were back in the woods looking for the latrine, we spotted a mama grouse leading her babies around. She wasn’t too upset with us and just went about her business. We set up our tent with the fly off. We took a solar shower and lounged around. The weather was perfect and the tent kept the bugs off and let the breeze flow through. I needed a nap! Getting up that early is definitely not my cup of tea!That evening the wind died down and we went out for a little paddle. We made our way to the back of a cove and checked out the ranger station that was back there. It seemed to be empty at the moment. It reminded me of a scene from a Terry Redlin painting. It was a nice evening.
We headed back to camp to enjoy the last bit of daylight. We dove into the tent to escape the gazillion mosquitoes. Light sprinkles began as we drifted off to sleep.
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