We got packing early in order to head out from Tuscarora when we heard a call from the water. A forest ranger was at our site and came up to meet us. He seemed like a great guy, although I don't envy his job of pulling out latrines and fire grates as a BWCA experience. He checked our permit and chatted a bit and we resumed packing and set out for the 265 rod portage again. It seemed a lot easier to start our day with the long one instead of ending with it. The beaver pond in the middle is a break at least. We planned on stopping at Snipe or Rib today, but after passing through Hub, Copper, and Snipe with so much energy we decided Rib was it for sure. Unfortunately it was taken when we got there, so we struck down to Long Island Lake. We got another surprise when a bottle of olive oil exploded inside one of our packs. Only that oil and our supply of oatmeal was lost, but everything including the canoe yoke was covered in a slick layer of grease. Nothing to break in a new homemade canoe like getting it extremely dirty right? We stopped on the north side of the Long Island Lake by the portage (sometimes called Karl Lake) and called it a night. We were too tired to eat much, and had pizzas and hot apple cider before retiring under the stars.