I was awaken by rain, at 5 am it was pouring out. I fell back a sleep and woke up at 7 am. Went outside to a wet wonderland. Everything takes on moisture, not from the rain but from the humidity. (We have all been there before, when you pack up everything wet). Decided I would never eat those crappy eggs again, so had oatmeal and strawberries and butterscotch schnapps and cocoa and granola bar. Thanked the maker for taking care of me through the night, and off I went across the bay to the 450 m portage. The first 40 yards and boom a 12 inch tree chest high right across the trail. I went out into woods around it, and continued on to four more of those suckers. Then I noticed blueberries everywhere, on the trail, so on way back for canoe and food pack I picked blueberries and ate them. I saw a lot of Moose and Caribou droppings on this trail. It was not a bad portage at all, just long…but a different sort of area, more open and grass and bushes, almost a pasture of sorts for game? My Garmin (GPS) was beeping and I had to change the batteries. Now I was on South Agean Lake and a short paddle East to the next portage. The next portage had a beautiful waterfall and followed a little creek and the trail at times went through some awesome tall fern plants. On the way back I video the portage and the creek and stream and falls, I will never forget it’s beauty. Now I am on Paull Lake I wind my way down to look for pictograph (Indian paintings on the granite about 300- 500 years old)  

(I have never seen a pictograph, so I was bent on finding it) and I paddled around the granite cliffs where I was told about in the general vicinity it was. I was paddling ever so slowly and meticulously gazing over every inch of rock, gazing high and low, in hopes of finding the pictograph. I dropped south and then headed West and boom there it was, plain as day. A little stick man and more you couldn’t recognize, I think an animal and the little man had a spear I feel. The wind was pushing me into the granite wall and I grabbed a notch in the granite above and held on, so as to stabilize the canoe. I reached for the camera and it slipped out of my hand, hit the side of the canoe and bounced in (holy cow I almost dropped the camera with all my pictures in 20 feet of water, straight down along a granite cliff) I thanked the Lord for saving the camera and took some photo’s and some video. It was such a moving experience for me to find this and experience it I took a moment to wander, who put this here? What did they do it for? I wandered about there life and what they were doing back in those days? I said a prayer and headed East to find a campsite. I came to a nice campsite on the West end of a point of an Island, but the tent spots were in the middle of the trees (no breeze) I thought it could get muggy and stuffy in there so I looked for another site, and found what I called “Pauls Point” (after me) on Paull Lake. (my name is Paul) It was a huge granite point with a 70 degree incline up to a plateau, the plateau sat about 20 feet in the air and was it would be a Grand View of Islands, the main lake and all the bays ( I felt like tom Hanks in the movie Castaway) (Note: The canoe becomes your friend on these trips my “WILSON” if you will) . Trees on the North side of the plateau and open to the South. This was it, my home for two days. I had trouble getting the stuff out and up the hill as no where to land but it worked out (as it always does) I unpacked all my damp wet stuff and strung it all over. First set up my CCS tarp (8 x 10) and hung stuff all over the guy ropes off it. It looked like the Beverly Hillbillies took over the Paul’s Point for awhile….until everything got dried out. I gathered it all up, and put it in it’s right full place. This was the coolest spot, I could see the whole big lake from up high and all the bays around me and had my own island out front. I gathered wood, had pumped a gallon and a half of water earlier, made a drink and rested. Then I made Goulash, out of dehydrated Prego noodles and dehydrated hamburger, and it was a feast. I fished awhile, (with no too do), but it mattered not, as I was happy to be here. You know how you get, happier then a pig in slop. Anyway, I had a nice fire and drank a cocoa and Buttershot Schnapps. Pauls Point faces SouthEast so Mr Sun went down early, and I couldn’t take a picture of Sunset for next two nights. (but got some awesome sunrises) Talked to Charlene on the satellite phone, and she said I should slow down and enjoy life. Little did she know how happy I was at the pace I was going because I was taking it all in. 

Statistics: about 10 miles of canoeing, and 3 portages about 156 rods