North End of Sawbill
by shoreviewswede
Still windy; wind has shifted; we fish, we nap, we fish. Fishing is good enough; we eat smallies and walleye for supper. Just big enough.
Still no bugs.
Who steals food from campsite? Not bear. Mouse. Bird. Sneaky little things.
No campfires: Sigh. We talk late into night around alcohol stove. Most of it is middle-school humor (ouch).