It remained warm and windy Monday. I did some hiking and collected firewood and took a bunch of naps.

Mike went fishing, catching a few walleye and smalleys.

While fishing Mike found a 10 pound bag of potatoes our guests had forgotten down by the lake. We had fried potatoes and fish for supper.

Tuesday was rainy and cooler. We didn't feel like taking the canoe out in the rain so had another camp day. I did a lot of walking up the hills behind camp, watching birds and scrounging firewood. Mike would put his fish on a stringer tied to a bush and fish on down the shore. One smallmouth was partially eaten by a raven in his absence.

Wednesday it stopped raining. We took the canoe out and paddled and fished around the lake. It was still pretty windy and Mike wasn't comfortable out in the waves so after a little fishing we headed back to camp. I started talking about some day trips I'd like to do in the next couple days. Mike got kinda morose. He looked at the map and commented on the distance and number of portages. He looked even less happy. I asked if he was ready to quit and he admitted that he was very lonely for his family. I agreed to head back the next day. Wednesday night we saw the Northern Lights.

Thursday Mike was up early for the first time on the trip . We were back on the water before 8:30. We donated the potatoes to a party of six guys that were coming in to fish Horse Lake and we went back to civilization.