I got up the next morning before sunrise again. The stars were really spectacular. After breakfast I paddled around the lake some more. Did a little fishing without much success. I enjoyed watching the various creatures. There was a family of mergansers around my camp. There were several beaver working in the bays and a few otters that harassed my canoe when I got into their territory. Saw the usual loons and eagles, herons and kingfishers. No moose or bears or wolves. No white tail deer. Also oddly enough no mice. After lunch it occurred to me that I'd only seen one canoe all day. Not that I was looking for them but Disappointment is usually busier than that. After that I kept an eye on the lake but didn't see any other canoes. Of course I wasn't well placed to watch and I didn't watch too carefully. After a while I noticed one of the Dehavilland Beaver planes was making circles to the west and north of me. Nothing there but Snowbank and Boot lakes. Round and round he went for a couple hours. Then I saw one of the water tankers fly low over the northwest end of the lake and circle over toward Boot. Must be that prescribed burn. I wondered if it had gotten out of hand and they had closed the entrance. Maybe that's why I didn't see any canoes? I saw the tanker one more time. Then there was a different plane doing circles. The Dehavilland must have gone home to bed. After a while the planes were gone.