Day 3 Monday July 23 Another nice day on the boundary waters….Nice and sunny according to Lark’s notes. Breakfast was pancakes and precooked bacon warmed up….with strawberry jam and syrup of course  Jeff purchased one of these coffee gizmos….he scorned my thought of instant coffee for this trip. I wasn’t too proud the sample the results though !!!. Pricey but heats water darn fast. The plan for the day was another day trip…going east to Gaskin Lake this time. We loaded up with vittles for the day (string cheese, sausage, chex mix, fig newton bars ) and paddled off. Still some empty sites….amazing for a Monday. Burnt out areas from past fires…somewhere I read about what year it was but can’t recall right now…at least 10 years. Gaskin is a very nice lake I would like to visit again someday. The fishaholics tried fruitlessly to fool a fish or two while Lark and I explored. We had lunch on a site on the eastern side of Gaskin with major improvements like steps. Another 5 star site and it was empty. It would be tempting to move here tomorrow The fishaholics beat the water fruitlessly with their rods while Lark and I explored along the shore….  We eventually migrated back to Winchell and headed back to our site. As Lark and I paddled the north shore we could hear water running in the woods. Between the 3rd and 4th campsites going west from the east end of Winchell is the outlet of a small stream that comes out of Gaskin. We were in no real hurry to get back so we got out and explored. It was a very pretty little area… There was a pretty little pond farther back in the woods above the little waterfall. We took a few pictures, gathered some wood up for the evening campfire and continued toward camp. On the south side of Winchell is another that I had visited early by myself the morning before. Heather Monthei in BWJ had mentioned visiting there in one of her articles. It drains comes off of Tremble Lake and is quite a bit higher than the one draining from Gaskin. I walked to the top of the falls and thought about bushwalking to Tremble Lake but gave that idea up in a hurry….a lot of down logs and debris.  Dinner that night was marinated steaks from the local butcher back home and a noodle side dish. My wife Lark and Dr Z went out with fishing poles and caught and release two smallies. Skies that night were clear with the moon out. There was no wind and our the sounds of a late night party carried across the lake