Sept 9, 2015 Day 6: At first light I got up, despite horrible sleep from my stomach issue. Getting dressed I had to run out of the tent and puked, but nothing came up but bile. I was in a bit of trouble. I sipped a little water and my mind started thinking I had contracted giardia. We packed up and I tried to have some breakfast, a carnation instant shake. Laura had granola but I couldn’t even stomach the idea of that. Thankfully I was able to keep everything down but I was struggling. We loaded up the canoe and headed off. It was a cold clear morning, and Laura wasn’t warm as we paddled with a slight breeze. Every paddle stroke made me feel like I’d lose my cookies again as we headed for Ima Lake. On the way we headed down a creek, and despite seeing a portage, and knowing that you should ALWAYS take a portage, we continued down the creek. It was tight and full of boulders, but only about knee deep and the water volume was manageable. We would float/paddle as far as we could, then hop out and line the canoe. Laura was LOVING it, and somehow my stomach was starting to feel better. After repeating this several times we couldn’t go any further, the irony being that we were almost at the end. We back tracked slightly and found a path some other adventurous souls had used probably in this same scenario. We quickly carried everything through the very dense brush and popped out on the other side, all smiles. A quick paddle down a lily choked stream and we had one more portage. At the end of the portage we were blasted with wind. Crap. We hunkered down and paddled across, not even attempting to fish. I had wanted to stay at the campsite near Alworth Lake, but there was a solo paddler headed that way. The island site was also taken so we headed north and took the western most site on the north shore, a string of 3 campsites. It was a large campsite with mature pines everywhere which was nice change of pace. The landing was decent too. We ate PB&J on the rocks which tasted so good! I vacuum sealed individual packets of jelly and one massive packet of peanut butter, all of which was put onto saltines, which had sadly seen better days and were prone to crumbling. Laura was exhausted and I could tell she had had enough for the day. We slowly set up camp and I tried fishing from shore. Nothing. GREAT. I explored the campsite some and found that there were trails that led to more openings for possible tent sites which was neat. It also led me back to a small bay which looked REALLY good for fishing. We decided to give it a go and paddled over to the bay. Nothing. Casting, jigging, no joy. We battled the wind back and Laura wanted to rest and asked me to get a sun shower going. I filled the bag and let it sit on the big rock face as I threw just about everything I had in my box again and again from the shoreline. Still no fish. As it got later in the day (we arrived around noon) the clouds came back in, so no sun shower. Laura didn’t mind as it got cooler without the sun out. Thankfully, the wind started to die down as well, so we went out and tried some more fishing. Several passes over areas I was marking fish and no bites. Frustrating. Laura eventually got cold so we headed in. We made the remaining chili mac for dinner, again with small portions. As we waited for it to rehydrate we played cards by the camp fire and it started getting COLD. After we ate and cleaned up we went straight to bed. Laura said it was the best campfire yet.