Hands down our hardest day. I had hoped the weather would be better for our paddle up Ogish, but the best improvement I could see standing there in the rain was that there were merely waves and no whitecaps. We broke camp and had a heck of a paddle up that wind blown inlet out into the open part of the lake, which was thankfully less rough. There was a moment when I think we all wanted to turn back, but I lost my hold on the tree that was anchoring us on the leeside of an island, and we had no choice but to paddle on or get broadsided trying to turn the canoe. Around that time I nervously started singing the Oscar Meyer weiner song in a low voice, just to keep my mind off of the wind and effort, and miraculously, it did an excellent job of raising everyone's spirits, so we sang other songs to each other all the way up the lake. I apologize to anyone who heard the singing. We tried to be quiet. When we made it to the portage landing to Kingfisher we all hugged and congratulated each other. I never wanted to see that lake again. Jasper was an easy paddle, but the wind was blowing southeast across Alpine, and we needed to paddle northeast. We made good use of the islands again, but got blown into a small bay where we had to paddle getting broadsided in shallow water to make it around a point to the portage. Since I am more muscle than technique, I had been bow paddling most of the way to give us some good anchor strokes and made the mistake of hanging the map around my neck to keep from losing it. In the wind, the case was flying like a banner in the wind, and twisting all around. By the time we got to the portage, I was half choked with rope burn (strap burn?) across the side of my neck. We made camp at the first site past the Alpine-Seagull portage. It was the first sunny afternoon we had the whole trip, and the first chance we'd had to dry all of the clothes that had been wet for one reason or another most of the trip. There was a fine sunset, and I was happy to have supper in dry clothes.