~Little Saganaga Lake, Mora Lake, Tarry Lake, Crooked Lake, Owl Lake, Tuscarora Lake

We got a little later start than anticipated. The weather report said rain, but the sky was clear. We started packing up fairly early, but this wasn't a hard day. When I went back to double check the site, I kicked up a grouse that was dusting itself in the middle of the site. We fished on the way out and caught one trout on the way towards Mora. We had not been to this part of the lake and it was beautiful. I think I will have to go back here.

We finally saw some eagles when we got closer to the portage. They must be avoiding the burn area.

The portage was great. It runs parallel to rapids and makes for great views. We climbed out onto the rock in the middle for pictures.

Mora was nice but Adam's map showed that the large portion in the middle was an island. It is not. We pulled over the rocks anyways because we did not want to turn around. The weather that we thought we were lucky on had started to shift for the worse. The wind was picking up and sky quickly became overcast. I put away the camera at this point and didn't really take pictures for the rest of the trip.

The upstream portion of Mora was half blocked with logs and rocks. Very difficult to navigate.

Mora to Tarry was a quick rocky portage and the landings were getting more rocky and difficult to navigate as we went. Tarry went by quick since we were focused on the weather. We heard a lot of rumbling, at one point the rumbling turned out to be a forestry plane, but for the most part it was thunder.

Tarry to Crooked was not too long but rocky again. We also started getting a little concerned about he fish since it was clearly dead and the gills were getting lighter, but we didn't have time to stop because of the weather. Once on Crooked the rumbling only got worse and so did the wind. As we were coming up to the last campsite on the point before the portage we saw the front coming in and it did not look good. As we were assessing our options it started to rain so we landed at the campsite.

Right as we got all our gear unloaded the rain stopped, and we were left confused. We decided to gut the trout so it wouldn't go bad and continue on to Tuscarora, our destination for the day. I had barely made the belly cut when it started to pour on us and the lightning started up again. We threw up the rain fly quickly, made sure everything was under it and decided that we probably weren't going anywhere that night.

I finished gutting the trout and since we weren't getting in the canoe with the storm, I was forced to hike inland until I thought I was about 300 yards in to dispose of the head and guts. When I got back, Adam was set up under the tarp with our gear drinking wine. We took the time to go over all of our options but it was pretty clear that we had to stay, we just didn't want to admit it. So we decided to make the most of it by smoking some cigars and playing a movie on my phone, downloaded from netflix.

It stopped raining somewhere around 5 and we decided that it was the best time to set up the tent a while after that. While the movie was playing I had put the 5 gallon pail under one edge of the tarp where the water was draining and before the movie was over it was overflowing. I decided to pump our water from there that night and it was cool and crisp. It tasted like bottled water.

Dinner was spaghetti noodles with butter, garlic salt, and packets of Parmesan cheese I had grabbed from Domino's served with the trout in cajin breading and fried. The breading was very hot and I drank my whole bottle of water and then some. We got to bed fairly early and watched another movie as we fell asleep. I turned it off not even half way through.

*Revised~Little Saganaga Lake, Mora Lake, Tarry Lake, Crooked Lake