The night was fairly cold and I awoke shivering a few times. I guessed the temperature to be at the 50 degree mark, 10 degrees below my summer-weight sleeping bag. I cursed myself for not having my +20 mummy bag, then cursed myself again for something so ridiculous coming to mind, knowing I would have that bag either zipped or unzipped every half hour and split my time between cursing myself for bringing it every time I woke up either sweating or freezing. I put some sweatpants and a sweatshirt on and fell back asleep.

I woke to a beautiful morning and set about making a fire so I could enjoy bacon and eggs for breakfast. I took delight in videoing the eggs frying away in the grease (uncle calls them swimmers / I call them sliders) and then made some bannock with a bit of bacon grease and a dose of ghee. I ate half that and loosely ziploc'd the rest.

I set out for some fishing and wildlife watching and took delight on both on the south end of Crooked Lake. I don't recall catching many fish, but I do recall all of the eagles and osprey fishing and being vocal about their business.

I encountered several motorboats on this day. None were rude, none were out of line and all were respectful of the canoes in the area. I do quite a bit of photography, but the mood didn't strike me today. Plus, I had a video camera along. So I toyed with that to no end. I had the 5 gallon shower/bladder in the front seat today. Hoping it would warm enough for a hot(ish) back-country shower this evening. My food pack was in front of that and the canoe responded well for the moderate winds today (compared with yesterday.) I paused during the day for some lunch and videoed myself paddling along the shoreline.

I scouted out Fox-1 as no one had occupied it either today or yesterday and found it to be the lesser campsite of the two and up a steeper hill. I snickered about the climb but remembered what the ranger said about the climb to tomorrow's campsite.

The evening found another campfire and tonight's fare was a stuffed Cornish hen double-wrapped in foil and stuck into the coals. Some more veggies and another baked potato. The Cornish hen was still frozen inside. I'm positive it could have made it to the next night's dinner. It was a great back-country dinner and I recommend it to all.

Dishes, a campfire and more green label was the plan for the rest of the evening. And the plan went well.