Wednesday, September 02, 2015 After breakfast at Brittons, buying AAA batteries at a gas station, and a 45 minute drive I was at the trail head (portage) down to Moose River. The last thing I did to my canoe before I left home was to drill 3 holes on each side just under the gunwales, I attached pipe insulation with zip ties to act as bumpers for my knees, great idea thanks kanoes! I did this in the parking area. I got to the trail early and nobody was there, by the time I was ready to go a couple of other groups had joined me. At this point I had the first clue of the biggest lesson I learned, actually confirmed, it takes at least 2x as long to do things when you solo. This is huge, more on that later. I did my double portage down to the river and shoved off, along with the other 2 groups. There were newbies among the groups, maybe all newbies, one of them said he wanted to keep his feet/boots dry; I told him that wasn’t going to happen and walked on into the water. I don’t think he appreciated my comment and demonstration. I did notice he had accepted wet feet by the second portage. All went well and I was pulling away from the other groups until I got to the first pull over beaver dam. There was a small gap in the dam but it looked like there could be a rock there and, not wanting to scratch my Magic, I decided to get out at the side of the dam and pull over. I got out pulled over and as I started to get back into my canoe, and I heard a voice saying “make sure your butt in firmly in the seat before…”, but my body said “no, you’re good” and in I went. This was the first time I ever swamped a canoe. The groups behind me passed me, offering to help, and I got back together and was done with “racing” and wet. Lesson learned. I had my camera inside my vest and it was not happy with me. I made my way to the sand beach on Nina Moose and started drying out stuff, camera included, and had lunch. My trip in Nina Moose River was uneventful save for running into sueb2b. We had a delightful chat at the last portage before Agnes. She had been doing the same loop that I was heading on and gave me some information. I told her I hoped to get to Oyster and she assured me I would make it. I decided to stop near the Oyster portage on Agnes and camp (1793), so goal not reached. Dinner that night consisted of my wife’s excellent homemade vegetable soup. It had been thawing during my first day and it was a major treat for my first supper. I built my only fire and went to bed early.