I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and realized that I was getting pretty wet. I turned on my headlamp and found a couple of inches of water in the bottom of the tent. I looked outside and saw that I was basically camping in the middle of a pond. I curled up In the corner of the tent and waited for the sun to come up. I was lucky that it was the last night and that it was warm. We broke camp and started the trip out. The short portage was very slick, but not any trouble, the long portage was different. We got to the portage and there was a group of canoeists coming in, and after 45 minutes they finally let us land. There were six canoes and 12 people, obviously breaking the rules, but it was also the first time that I encountered that kind of rudeness and arrogance in the BWCA. The portage itself was no problem, and we met a scout group and a nice father/son combo on the way out, and soon we were at the car. We headed out, turned in the rented gear and showered at Canadian Waters and headed south. I got to have supper with my daughter in Minneapolis and then it was back to the real world. I can guarantee that it won't take another six years to get back!