Day Six - After a quick breakfast on Monday morning we started breaking down camp. The skies were getting dark and making noise. We managed to pack everything up except for the tarp which we were able to duck under for the first shower of the day. Just as it was ending there was a lightning strike that hit the campsite across from us. That got our attention!

After all was clear we packed up the canoe and headed over to the 8 rod portage into Agnes Lake. We planned to check out the white moose pictographs on Agnes and then head south. As we paddled we kept an eye on the skies. We followed the west side of the shoreline down so we could run for cover if it started to lightning again. We had planned to troll for some lake trout in Agnes, but thought it was best not to travel with a lightning rod.

When we got down to the bottom half of Agnes we noticed a peninsula on the west side where the Canadians/Quetico had let a fire burn that summer. It had mostly burnt low, searing the ground, but most of the trees were still okay.

We traveled through a narrows with high cliffs and then the wind and rain started picking up again. This part of Agnes is the deepest in all of the Quetico, 300 feet deep.

With the weather being bad we didn’t get a chance to stop at Louisa Falls. Louisa is very unique. Midway up the falls is a natural bowl that has been carved out of the solid rock, forming a wilderness Jacuzzi of sorts. At the top of the falls is a lovely location that offers a panoramic view of the south end of Agnes Lake. Be careful when climbing this path as it can be dangerous footing when wet. We finally landed at the 140 rod portage into Meadow Lake. It was on this long portage that my heal spurs began to act up. I should have been wearing my boots for this long, rocky trail.

This area is called the Meadows Portages. We saw two groups of people on this trail. After we were done with this portage, my heels were also done for. We stopped and had some lunch, trying to rest up my feet. Then we paddled across Sunday Lake to the “Singing Brook” portage & campsite. With my heels hurting so badly, we decided to camp there. The site is not the best but it does have a pretty view of the brook and the rushing water lulls you to sleep at night.