Sleep did us well, real well. We woke up when we were ready, not on any particular schedule; all that madness was left at the truck with our watches in the glove box. If you have never taken a trip to Boundary Waters without a time telling device, try it. At home I manage minutes and seconds on a regular basis and everything I do becomes this ultimate time managing challenge. How refreshing to live for days at a time on the whim with no watch. We ate some famous fried pancakes and sausage and then went about lazily lounging around camp before we decided to head over and try to get the only site on Beartrap Lake. Had it not been for Stu writing down that Beartrap had good walleye fishing and a five star site, we probably would have been content to not move for days, but my partner hails from Panama and I had been talking up the solitude and fishing here for months to him back home. It was sometime in the afternoon when we finally got camp picked up and headed over to Beartrap. Right before the portage to Mudhole, we decided to cast into some boulders for our first fishing of the trip. In short order we had landed 6 smaller walleye and a smallmouth bass. Lots of fun, but we had to move on. Trolling Thunder Lake, Oscar picked up a nice northern and met some more loons, I could see him changing every minute, all the time quickly gaining a deep respect for this place. Finally we got to Beartrap Lake and the whole time paddling up the south shore I was praying we would find the site open and by late afternoon we were thanking God for answering our prayers in such a timely fashion. The site on Beartrap is by far the nicest site I have ever stayed at in the Boundary Waters. The intricate log seating provides a backrest for fire gazing, two nice tent pads, a notched stump for sawing wood, good canoe landing, food pack hanging tree, and two roman columns (Red Pines) frame the view from fireside. We went fishing right away, trolling the shorelines, and picked up a few good sized northerns but no walleye or smallmouth bass. After dinner, I would guess it was about 10 o’clock; we laid out on the giant granite slab and watched the stars in total wonder. While watching the stars I was explaining to Oscar about the Northern Lights and how it is a rare treat to get to see them. Right as we were getting up from the rock at about midnight, after a long spiritual conversation, Oscar asked me if the Northern Lights looked like the green mist over the horizon on the far north shore of the lake. "Yes, exactly like that as a matter of fact." It felt as if the Heavens were shining down upon us in the middle of a star filled night sky. What a trip this was turning out to be.