Batchewaung Lake-Nym Lake

   The morning brought us signs of the weather breaking. A little blue was visible through the otherwise grey and dreary sky. The crew finished up breakfast and began the melancholy choir of packing up our camp one last time. The northwoods had given us a good thorough beating but we weren’t quite ready to be done with it. The thought of burgers and cold homebrews was just enough to keep us from turning back and perhaps moving in to the trapper’s cabin. 

   When Nate and I were loading up the canoe, Brian B offered to trade his paddle for Frankenpaddle. Nate enthusiastically traded with him. We quickly took off in our canoe before he reconsidered. Racing through the waves, we headed north toward the portage to Nym Lake. Surprisingly, Chad and Mike were well ahead of us and almost to the portage when we were about half way across the lake. We could hear Brian B behind us requesting his paddle back. Nate and I enjoyed the lack of “Kaplunk, Shhhhhhh”, as we continued on, quietly, toward the portage.

   When we reached the portage, Chad and Mike were all ready on their way to Nym Lake. We waited up for Brian B and traded paddles back with him. On the portage we ran across a group of boys and men that looked like they were in for a lot of “learning”. They had gear strewn across the entire portage, dropped where the load had become too much. I almost felt sorry for them with their clothes and sleeping bags stuffed in garbage bags littering the portage until I had seen that they had been towed across Nym Lake by their outfitter. I guess you have to start somewhere. I surely wasn’t much better when I started my adventures in Gods country.

   As we paddled across Nym Lake, civilization was there to welcome us back. The islands and shore lines are covered with cottages and houses and motor boats were buzzing around us. The wind was still blowing but the sun was out. We trolled our way across the lake and met up at the other end where we were to be picked up. We spent a little time fishing while we waited for our ride. Before long, Doug was there with some of our cold home brews. He insisted on loading our gear while we stood around and shared our stories. Not long after that we were sitting in a restaurant in Thunder Bay watching the Penguins loose the Stanly cup to Detroit ? Our trip was officially over.

The End.