I barely sleep as the roar of the falls and the hard breeze through the trees keep me awake. I get up at first light and pack up. I hope to get the campsite nearest the portage to Crooked Lake. The southerly wind keeps it a bit warm for this time of year and I work up a sweat just bringing my gear down to the shore. As I paddle out I watch a beautiful sunrise on the calm waters as once again as always it is the calmest and quietest part of the day. When I get to the site I see that it is taken so I head over to the portage and make my trek to Crooked Lake-another huge lake. The initial climb is steep but relatively short and then a long fairly level hike. Still, it takes its toll on this old, never been athletic, man. At the other end of the portage is another impressive waterfalls-Curtain Falls. It connects Crooked Lake to Iron Lake. You might call it the iron curtain-hahahah ;) Okay I'm guessing I'm not the first one to make that joke. I take a few moments to admire the power and beauty of the falls, take a few snapshots, then load up the canoe and I am on my way again. The first campsite I come to isn't very good and I feel I can do better so I go on hoping to get the next one which is an island camp but as I approach I see two tandem canoes out fishing near there. The campsites in this area are widespread so I assume that one is occupied. Eventually, I find a very nice large site at what I assume to be Saturday bay of Crooked Lake. This part of my map is covered by an information section, so I am not exactly sure where I am at and I am lucky to have found it. Once again I am exhausted after traveling much farther than I had intended. After setting up camp it's my hash browns specialty less the cheese as I have run out of that. I laid down to take a nap only to awaken in the dark. So I get up to pee and go back to bed. An owl awakens me every now and then throughout the night but still I sleep very well and very long.

The leaderless system: The hierarchy system is nothing more than a carryover from the fact that man descended from apes. Abraham Lincoln said, “There are too many pigs for the tits” comparing the hierarchal system to hogs. I'm not aware of any species in nature that uses the hierarchal system and number more than a dozen or so, yet man can't seem to fathom a system without it. It would be chaos without it most people think. As if chaos is a bunch of chickens running around with their heads cut off. Nothing could be further from the truth. In nature large groups use the leaderless system of the heard. In this system all watches out for all. I once watched a flock of about a hundred Canadian geese take off. It was obvious that no single goose was in charge. Each goose looked to find the easiest flight path and the goose that ended up on the point of the familiar v pattern had no intention of getting there-chaos just left it there. I've since been told that after a time the lead goose becomes tired and simply falls back in the pack to draft in flight like the rest of the flock and whichever goose happens to be next in line has point. In nature hierarchy systems are always a family unit it seems to me; maybe that's why ownership of companies like to say, "we are like a family" then of course what I hear is "I am the parent and you are the child". It's a wonder that I can get through my life outside of work without the divine guidance of my employer. It has been repeated countless times throughout history, the class warfare of kings who think of themselves as gods, to varying degrees, and ditch diggers who know they are not. For some time now man has had an opportunity to chip away at this problem. When personal computers burst onto the scene the scientist, engineers and programmers claimed they would make the paperless office, the promise of a leaderless system was upon us, but when management got a hold of it they turned their pile of paperwork into a mountain of trash that is stored in boxes only to be thrown away after so many year