Beautiful, beautiful morning. The sun was up and we were making plans over breakfast. Most of the group were going to head north and find a rapids to play in. The youngster that was catching fish from shore wanted to stay and partner with me to fish during the day. Hey, what could be better? Wait a minute. My fishing buddy changed his mind. Going off adventuring now sounded better. I was disappointed but he had a great time. I was able to sit reversed in the aluminum canoe and fished around the islands for a few hours before the wind picked up too much for me to fish while paddling. It was a real balancing act to paddle, fish, reel in fish, and take pictures all by myself but I had fun because the northerns and a few small mouth were ready to hit my silver and black Rapala. I got back to camp around noon, had a small lunch, washed some clothes to dry in the breeze, did a lot of reading and laid around camp enjoying the quiet and scenery before I dozed off. The first sound I heard was my former fishing "partner" yelling to know how the fishing was. I'll admit I enjoyed telling him his numbers were way behind mine and seeing his reaction. It was fun though to hear their story about lining some rapids and finding a small waterfall where they could actually walk around behind the water. I never did get the exact location of where they were (north of Phoebe somewhere) but maybe some of you know the place. We were all in bed by 8:30 as we were moving out in the morning.