We were up at 6:15 and ready to hit the water at 7:45, when it began to rain. We put up the dining fly and read Patrick McManus stories for about an hour until the rain stopped. Being rested, the portage from Ted into Earl wasn't as daunting as it seemed yesterday, and we were on Earl quicker than expected. Our maps showed a 730 meter portage from Earl into a no-name, but Darryl's more detailed maps didn't show it. We didn't want to do a complete backtrack to McIntyre, so were pleased to find a small rock cairn marking its take-out. Also spotted a white-tail buck as we looked for the portage. The portage was very nice—either good soil tread or clearly-marked path across granite slab. We did skirt a bog at one point, but it was no issue because of the dry weather. The first no-name was nice, with a couple good looking campsites. The 450 meter portage into the second no-name was also clear/flat/dry. Now only a short hop to McIntyre... However, the spot our map showed as the portage into McIntyre looked as though it was a cliff-diving site. We explored a bit more, stopped for lunch, then went back to where the map suggested we portage. From a slightly different perspective, the portage was more obvious, and we carried around the cliff face we'd seen earlier. The short portage put us into the cove on the west side of McIntyre. Paddling out of the cove, we saw a bald eagle perched over what appeared to be an old campsite. Got lots of eagle pictures, then explored the old campsite. It appeared to be unused for several seasons, but had room for a couple tents, and had a grand fire circle with covered wood storage and great stone benches. Found a nice site on an island where McIntyre necks down before the portage into Pauline. The island appears to have burned a few years back—while there are lots of tall pines, all the understory growth is small. The island appears to be a critter-crossing—we found bear scat behind our campsite, but we also have a great bear-bag set-up for the night, so it shouldn't be an issue if we get some thru-traffic. Thought a swim sounded good on a hot afternoon, but the water temp made it a short swim. Then decided to try fishing again—hooked a pike, but it cut the line as it dove under the canoe, and we didn't get another strike. Haven't seen anyone since leaving Ted.