We woke up around 5:30 am and got our stuff packed up, showered and ate breakfast. We paid our bill and piled in the van at 8:00 am. It took an hour to reach the entry point, but the 3 guys from the outfitter that rode along were nice enough to carry our canoes through the ½ mile portage and get us on our way. The portage was nice and wide and gradually downhill the whole way. We had 7 packs total and stuck Carl and Lynn with the 3(including our sleeping bags and tents) which I would regret later. We made quick work of our first 25 rod portage. The second portage however, I forgot about and we went through the small rapids. This was fine for me, as I hopped out of the canoe and walked ours through. TJ and Yeller did the same. But the ones leading the way were Carl and Lynn, who got sideways on a rock and filled the canoe half full of water, which meant wet sleeping bags for later. We flipped it over and set all their gear back in. I heard about that portage that I missed for the rest of the week. The canoe felt pretty shaky for most of the first day, particularly as we crossed Nina Moose Lake. We stopped on the north end of Nina Moose around 11:30 am for a bathroom break and to dry out our stuff.

There had been a couple periods of light rain, but it was more of an annoyance than anything. I was already wet up to my man-parts anyway, so it didn’t bother me. Continuing up the Nina Moose River we made it through the 70 rod and 95 rod portages by double portaging. The rest of the paddle was easy and we spotted the only wildlife of the morning, a whitetail deer, on the east shore just before entering Lake Agnes. We made our way of the west shore fighting some moderate waves and wind, finally settling on camp 1795. We hung the tarp up to block some of the wind out of the east, started a fire and set up the tents. We hung all the wet sleeping bags and thermarest pads around camp to get them dried out. We ate Brats, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots and peanut butter pie for supper. I'm not normally a Brat fan, but these tasted pretty damn good. We didn’t do any fishing that evening as everyone was fairly worn out from the paddle up and we did our best to search for fire wood and straighten up the campsite. We paddled a lot of extra strokes this day as we couldn’t manage to keep the damn canoe straight, which was a problem that we rectified the following day. We went to bed around 9:30 and heard several wolf packs howling around 10:00 pm and later around 2:00 am.