Day 2. A few miles to our first portage. We are in Canada now. 40 rod that we bust out quickly. A couple miles to our next portage. Spend an hour looking for it. Find something that kind of resembles a trail. Totally over grown. Can't get the canoes and packs through on one trip. That sucked. Hard portage. Cross pond, and begin looking for 3rd portage. It doesn't exist! Totally overgrown. We have to go for it. Woods are so dense that we have to take the packs through first, and go back for the canoes. We have to wedge canoes through trees. Tipping them at funny angles to get through the trees. Insane. Cross a pond and look for out next portage. Big surprise. It doesn’t exist either. We are in the middle of Canada and we have to keep going to make it out to Lac La Croix. We begin the longest of the portages. Leave the canoes. Woods are even more dense. Huge hills. Cliffs that we have to navigate around. Massive swamp that we have to cross. And now its pitch black outside. Finally get to Lac La Croix after the worst portage (if you can call it that) ever. Some fisherman is out in his boat. We ask for a ride to a camp site, because we don’t have out canoes. He brings us over to the fishing outfitter that he is saying at on an island. The owner tells us that he has worked there for 30 years and no one had ever gone though there. Obviously! We get a boat ride over to a campsite on an island, and we start planning out our next day. Craziest BWCA day I have ever had. 4 portages. 8 miles.