With visions of a hearty breakfast in Ely dancing in our heads we hit the water at first light. It was a very pretty paddle through the light fog up the LIS river. It was the warmest trip we have ever had in 30 years of Septembers. I have never swam every day, or was less interested in building a campfire. Never zipped up my sleeping bag once and would have gladly left the rainfly off my tent, if we weren't so familiar with the quick changes the BWCA weather gods can bring. We saw very few other parties for this time of year. We didn't get the to look at the LLC pictographs very long, but I guess that gives us a reason to go back again. It was a great time.