Woke up to a very chilly morning, and despite the early, hour, the wind had barely let up. Canoe still up the hill, but no chance of us paddling on Mountain anyway(about 8 miles long, west to east, and we were a mile or so from the east end). Brought much of our gear up the hill and made a day of fishing - very slow trout fishing with high wind, rain, specks of sun on occasion, and SNOW. Caught one nice one, and got blown around the lake. Brought the dang canoe up the hill so we had to try it, but it was more difficult to keep slow enough to keep a lure in the water than was worth the effort. Fished from shore most of the day.

Back down the hill, and obviously, our thoughts were consumed with how we were going to get back across Mountain and Clearwater. Planned to get up early, and beat the wind.

Read in the tent with the wind howling and the waves breaking mere feet from our tent on the shore of Mountain. Tent was reasonably sheltered from the actual wind, but the sound of it hit hitting the south shore ridges was a constant reminder of it - as if it was trying to remind us that "you may have a plan, but you are not in charge!"