Up at 6:15 to a colorful sunrise. Our site faced east, and the rising sun warmed our backs as we drank do-rag coffee. Oatmeal with dried fruit, nuts, and protein powder for breakfast. The site was perfect for drying the tent, and when we hit the water at 8:45 all gear was dry. Around 9:15 we were at the first of the day's four portages, a 510-meter from Biggar into Sinclair. It was yet another beautiful portage, with foot bridges, bog bridges, and causeways. The next portage, a 1030-meter between Sinclair and Kawa Lakes, had a bog bridge that must have been 100 meters long and went through a beautiful Sphagnum Moss bog. The portage between Kawa and Upper Kawa was 330 meters which partially followed an old road which had recently been weed trimmed. After crossing Upper Kawa we found a late-blooming Canadian Dogwood at the portage landing. The portage into Three Mile Lake was busy and long, at 1190 meters, but well-maintained and an easy walk. As we approached Three Mile Lake, a couple folks headed the other way warned us about mud ahead. The “mud” turned out to be a soft spot in the trail about 6 feet long by 15” wide and less than 2” of soft dirt with a firm foundation. I wanted to chase them down and explain that it ain't mud unless it's at least shin deep, 50 feet long, and pulling your boots off!

We launched onto Three Mile Lake paddling directly into the wind with white-caps around us. We paddled to an island campsite, and pulled in for lunch at 11:45. The wind didn't slack up during lunch, and this was our destination lake for the night, so we claimed the site. It's again east facing and protected from the wind. We had lunch eaten, bear bag rigged, tent pitched, and micro-trash cleaned up before 2:00. We saw our first Bald Eagle on Three Mile Lake, and saw a Grouse on one of the day's portages. We spent the afternoon exploring and taking photos in the area around the campsite. Tia updated her journal, we played Farkle and read more McManus. Dinner was beef stroganoff, chocolate pudding for dessert. Loons and Mergansers entertained us, and this is the first campsite in Algonquin where we can't see/hear another group.