Monday, July 22, 2019 We slept like hibernating bears, right through a raging storm. The day was ours to do with as we pleased. After a luxurious breakfast, we clambered into our canoes in hopes of catching our first ever Lake Trout. We obviously had no idea what we were doing because the only fish either of us caught was a small pike that we let go. Research on how to fish for lakers would be in our future to do list. We did locate the group we think stumbled into our camp late the night before on the site down from ours, or at least we hoped it was them. They looked exhausted enough to be the same people.
Still tired from our journey the day before, and with no fish to be had, we both agreed we needed some solid time in the hammocks. The books we had brought were in dire need of reading, and I was counting on Krystal to finish the Gunflint Burning: Fire in the Boundary Waters by Cary Griffith. She had been raving about the book and how much she was learning about forest fires. Luckily, she was slated to finish today, so she could take over my book, The Wheel of Time, and I could imbibe some BW knowledge. I highly recommend Gunflint Burning.

After a lengthy snooze session in the hammocks, we could hear the grumbling of yet another thunderstorm. We broke down the hammocks and teed up in the Lean to cook some lupper, too late for lunch, too soon for supper. This trip would officially become the trip of rivers and storms. We never knew what the next moment would bring us.
After the evening storms passed, we tried our hand at fishing again but we just couldn't figure out what the Lake Trout wanted. In hindsight, and after getting a rather excellent tutorial from a helpful young man working at the Voyageur Brewing Company this past year, I know exactly what we were doing wrong. My luck has since changed but that is a story for another time. We headed back to camp for an early bedtime because we had a huge move day the next day.