Got out of the hammock around 6:30 a.m. Made eggs and coffee and started into some deep fog towards Fishdance. Only saw one canoe the whole way there. The lake was like glass and I took plenty of pictures of the pictos. Headed back and decided to stop at the same little hole where I picked up my fish yesterday.

Caught 1 small walleye and a few 2-2.5 lb. smallmouth there. Kept 1 smallmouth for dinner. As I was about to leave I ran into a fellow soloer, and not only that, but a kayaker! Stopped and chatted with him for probably over an hour. Really interesting guy, he apparently had been out for over 2 months so far and planned on staying out until the ice came back. I could write all kinds of stuff about him, but I'll keep it to two things that really stuck out. One, he portaged barefoot! Two, he taught me an invaluable trick for killing deer flies. They always buzzed around my head, and I hadn't caught on to the fact that they just land on the highest spot. He told me to hold my hand above my head, palm open, and wait for them to land on it. Then either close your palm or clap your hands together. Simple as that, and I probably killed 50 of them using that technique throughout the rest of the trip.

Headed back to camp, had dinner and dishes done and packed up by 7 p.m. Sat on the beach and read while watching an amazing sunset.

Fishdance pictos.

Fishdance pictos. Kinda hard to see in this one, but I liked that cliff too, so I threw this picture in here too.

Alice sunset.