I spend some time talking to a pair of loons on the lake. They couldn't figure out why the crazy man was whistling at them, and came across the lake right over to me. Then they became bored and left.

The camp has become a swamp overnight and everything is very wet. Most of the tents are sitting in water with gear soaked.

There are some short breaks in the rain, just enough to get our hopes up, but just before anything can start to dry, more rain comes.

Brian and I take the portage over to Grace just to check it out, but the group decides to stay put for today.