Sunday, August 12, 2007 R and R day wake up sorta early....sorta late, get some breakfast, pancakes if memory serves. We have decided to stay this site another day, as it seems a good base camp to make a run for the border (the north border) and to check out the falls.

we paddle off for Upper Prauness. take the quick 13 rods and head to Loon Lake. As we paddle Upper Prauness, Nathan astutely points out how windy it is getting............ Matthew, Henry, Nathan, and I arrive at the portage that takes us up by the falls and off to Loon Lake, looking around, no sign of Scott and Marilyn...maybe they saw something cool to look at, no biggy, grab the canoes and over to loon to hang out and wait for them, and wait, and wait, and wait, after what seems like and eternity (and may have been) they come strolling down the portage, to be barraged with questions of "where the heck ya been". As it turns out they misread the map and took the portage back to Lower Prauness.....ok, Sorry Mare, but that had to be told, but nothing like an unneeded portage

Paddle up the creek to Loon lake.........white capping Loon lake, eying the whitecaps, PFDs go on and zipped up and we fight the wind across to Canada side in search of one of our goals for this trip, to find an International Boundary marker. After a somewhat tough paddle against the whitecaps we hit Canada.....yaaaa we are here!!!!!! We walk around for a while snapping pictures like some tourists first time in New York City, but no boundary marker to be found. Somewhat sadly we start back cause we still need to stop at the falls and get some photos. Back across Loon Lake (has the wind shifted into our face again??). We see a Ranger or DNR or whatever cruising around on his boat, and with a friendly wave Nathan and I continue leading the charge across, glancing back occasionally to be sure the others are still on the way. Then we notice Matthew and Henry are not wearing PFD's in white capping water (dumb if you ask me) The Rangers stops them(prolly to see if they even got em, which they did of course) and because of that stop, they drifted close to this little rock (I hesitate to say island) and lo and behold on that rock is our international boundary marker. Good fortune comes in strange packages.