Day 3. Didn’t sleep much listening to the wind all night. Last thing I wanted was to wake up to a big west wind on Winchell. Fortunately the bark was worse than the bite and I was able to make it down the lake in about an hour. Portaged to Wanihigan, and then braced myself for the Grassy lake portage. I had heard that sometimes you walk the whole thing, so I didn’t know what to expect. After 200 easy rods I got to the put in for the “lake” which was a mucky stream, so I looked for the way around. Only path I saw was through the tussocks, so I took it. Rough going, but I made it through. I decided to take a paddle back and give it a try with the canoe. I have a Rheaume Solo that drafts pretty shallow, but I immediately regretted my decision. I was muck bound before I even got going. There was no pushing off the bottom, so I paddled as hard as I could and after 100 agonizing feet I made it through the worst. It was still only 3 or 4” of water over feet of muck, but I managed. Portaged to Mulligan, Lily, then to Brule and when I got to the main part of the lake the wind was up and there were choppy white caps. I turned the corner east and surfed the waves with the wind at my back all the way to the east Bay. Took the first site and it was looking threatening to the west, so I put up my rain fly over the highest ground . Lucky thing I did because I had a thunderstorm with hail and heavy rain within 1/2 hour of getting there. After the storm blew out I went fishing and caught a few nice Walleye. Didn’t have energy to fillet them, so I let them go. Every tent pad had standing water during the storm, so I pitched the tent under the rain fly.