We figured this was a short day, with an even shorter one to follow. We wanted an early out on Tuesday to get over to the resort to celebrate our anniversary. We made short work of the initial paddles and portages, before we got to the BEAST... This time I did not do a full single portage. I carried the pack and cane about halfway, then dropped the boat next to the trail and finished with the pack. I came back and got the canoe, then. 

We ran into more people, here. There was a group of 5 in three canoes. It looked like a father and two kids, and then maybe some cousins or something. They were going the other way, and stopping to rest quite a bit. When I passed them going back to get the canoe, they asked how much farther, and did not like hearing they were only about halfway.

We decided to push through Kelso and into Alton in hopes of better sites and maybe some shore fishing, since the wind was coming up fast! The wind was out of the South and it was bug whitecaps when we hit Alton. We headed left around the point and took the campsite in the NE corner. This was the biggest site I have ever seen, and it had the wind coming in and lots of shade. We had a good afternoon of lounging, and a good dinner with no-bake cheesecake for dessert.

Once again, the skeeters came out fast when it got dark, so we called it a night. About 1:00 Beth woke me up because there were raindrops. We jumped out and put the fly down on the tent and guyed it out. It rained like crazy and there was lots of thunder and lightning, but nothing severe. Everything was washed out and wet in the morning, though.