I hardly slept at all and I felt bad for my tent mates, as I am sure they did't sleep well either. I was severely dehydrated by mid-morning as i could not even keep water down. Luckily we are on our way out and this didn't start at the beginning of the trip. We made our way out and I was lucky enough to have people that would pull my weight during this sickness. I grabbed a pack each time but could't muster the strength to carry the canoe on portages. I struggled to paddle at times as well, but I had the marine that never quit :)

A northern was caught along with a perch so small that I wondered why he even tried to bite at the bait. We also had a loon stay with us for much of Grace.

We soon got our site on Alton, straight across from the portage to Sawbill. As soon as camp was set, I returned to the tent to sleep. I slept from early afternoon to late into the evening. Some nice soul was even nice enough to snap a pic for everyone to see of me sleeping.

I didn't partake in dinner, but it was a buffet of left over food. I soon returned to my tent and slept throughout the night.