Friday, February 10, 2017 It snowed overnight. A couple inches, that melted with our tent heat and dripped only in one corner of the tent.

By the time the sun rose, neither Hannah nor I had slept much but we had made it. Despite the fact that we were tired, we met the day in good moods (Hannah is a very positive person and you can't keep her down for long). We were out for adventure one way or the other.

Bill had slept better than we--he had let his stove go out most of the night and done ok with that. I am not sure if I would have been able to do that, but it does not matter. Bill does not have kids and my night was chalked up to parental instinct. I had kept my oldest kid as warm as I could and I was relieved about that.

We had another delicious meal for breakfast (I learned that winter camping makes doing dishes very difficult so we had all our meals in Foodsaver bags, heated in water). I simple plan that worked well. I absorbed this lesson and was grateful to learn it. Hannah and Bill had planned an entree for every meal, plus two granola bars for each of us per day as well as a large chocolate bar each day which we split after dinner. We head eggs each day, hearty soups and chili each evening.

After breakfast Hannah made coffee with the blend we sell at church (we give away the proceeds to outreach like world hunger and such). Then we headed out to fish again. I was not feeling a good vibe and, indeed, I did not get any bites. But Hannah had a couple good strikes before Bill scored another trout. Each of the two fish he caught were added to our evening meal with a bit of butter and lemon pepper. The fish was very tasty.

After our morning fish, we chopped more wood (all cedar this time--live and learn) and we split the wood, readying for the next night. We fished away the afternoon and then went back up the tent again for the evening. This was also the day I learned the the helpful tip of taking my Sorel liners out and drying them by the fire! My feet were better throughout the rest of the trip after that.

The second night went much better than the first. It was warmer and we had laid in plenty of split cedar. The fires seemed to last longer, the cold spells were not as deep and it seemed that every time I was up the cedar logs were just burning down. I little bark and a few split pieces and the fire started right back up. It was funny to lie in my bag and wait for the telltale sound of the fire catching and the flames rising.