Sunday evening after supper two young guys paddled up and asked if there were any open camps on Horse. I said I didn't think so, but it was nearly dark with wind gusting to over 30 mph. We said they could camp the night at our site. They said they had two more canoes, four more people and two dogs. Oh well, not much else you can do. It's nearly dark, so come along. We were still within the legal limits, four canoes and eight people.

There were two couples, Ted and Paula and Paul and Janet. The two young men, Bryan and Justin, were the sons of some of the others. I'm not sure who owned the dogs. I hope I got the names right.

I have never seen people with so much stuff! They started by bringing up five (!) coolers!. Then came the big dry bags. Then the portage packs. Then duffel bags and fanny packs. More dry bags. More packs of various design and capacity. Then there were the dogs, a gray old dog of unknown breed and a miniature schnauzer. The old gray dog was friendly and begged a lot. The schnauzer sent most of it's time peeing on Mikes tent. Mike was the only one that seemed to object.

Sitting around the fire they broke out beer, liquor, VERY good cigars and various snacks. They were generous with their stuff and we had a great time sitting around the fire talking late into the night. One lady, I think it was Janet, was so impressed by the brightness of the stars and the Milky Way. It was a glorious night sky.

What a great time. Paul's motto - "Never suffer. Pack heavy".

In the morning they made coffee with Baileys and passed out granola bars while the two young guys went scouting for a campsite. Paul left me four cigars to enjoy around the campfire. About 11:00 they loaded up and left. We had the camp back to ourselves.