I paddle over to a rock on Caribou that seems to a popular place to jump off of. I have a morning swim, paddle back, meditate, eat, etc. I slowly pack up. Collect some more rosehips for the road.

Caribou has the feeling of land that is being healed. I have gotten that feeling from some other places up here that see more traffic than others. It's like there are some special forces at work trying to help keep the place as pristine as it has been. We think of these areas as already pristine. But over the years, they have seen a lot of wear. And it affects the spirit of a place. I ask to do my part to help that work be done.

I head out to Poplar sometime after lunch. Get lost on Poplar, get blown around, and somehow make it back to Rockwood. I have the best shower of my life. I head to Angry Trout in Grand Marais for that fish I've been craving. I enjoy the first fish I've had in over 4 years...lake superior Whitefish. Yum!

I roll down to Lamb's Resort because I want to watch the moon rise over the lake. It's beautiful. A storm wakes me up in the middle of the night but I don't care. I pack everything up wet in my car. I put my raingear on and swing in my hammock in the rain watching the sunrise over the lake. Everyone is asleep. It's beautiful.

What a way to end the trip :)