Wine to Smoke.

We took our time breaking camp; with a mile and a half portage on our plates for the day, it wasn't hard to delay our departure. If I'm remembering correctly, the 90 rods leaving Wine was no joke either. It starts out with a serious climb, definitely enough to get the blood pumping.

We single portaged the 480 (allowing ourselves a couple breaks) in just over an hour. There was ankle deep water for 40 yards at roughly the midway point. Other than that, it was not a terrible carry whatsoever.

The other canoe stopped to climb up on an island in the sloughs between Lujenid and Kelso and reported a pretty impressive view from that vantage point.

Made it to Smoke and set camp. The plan was to target some eyes and hopefully bring a stringer home the last day for our wives and girlfriends to enjoy - anything to maintain support for the next paddle. Unfortunately, the water had turned (from the summer heat?) and the fishing was terrible. Two years ago we experienced the same murky water over on Burnt around the same time of year. Lesson learned.