Saturday, July 15, 2017 Another night sans rain fly as the weather has been amazing. I was a little sore today so I popped a few Advil after my oatmeal and coffee. I decided to fish a little before moving on today and so I drifted the backside of the island with little luck, just a small SM that I released. After getting some good pics and video of the Pictographs, I packed up and started paddling towards Pocket Lake and the next leg of the journey. Around this point in the trip, I was really starting to hit my stride, I felt at one with my surroundings and was beginning to really enjoy being out here all alone. As I approached the landing for the portage into Pocket Lake, I glanced at my watch and noticed it had been 48 hours since I had seen anyone. Pocket Lake was pretty, and the island campsite has me intrigued as it looked like a nice place to camp on future trips. I heard a float plane taking off from LLC as I paddled across this lake, which, surprise surprise, was completely void of people. There's a portage from Pocket to Pocket Creek, but I didn't need it as the water level was high enough to paddle through. This stretch of creek looked like moose heaven so I paddled slow and steady, but I had no luck seeing any. At one point, Pocket Creek splits off east and dumps into LLC, and I turned south into Ge-be-on-a-quet creek which was just as pretty. The portage to Ge-be Lake has some pretty waterfalls along the way, I took a little video there. I also broke my portage yoke blocks on this portage. I heard the wood crack as I tightened my clamp (clearly with too much gusto) and after the portage, as I set the canoe down, the blocks split in half. I was going to have to do some field repairs as soon as I make camp, but I was going to have to be a real badass over the next couple of portages with a malfunctioning yoke. As I paddled onto Ge-be, I turned west to go check out the rock chairs by the western shore campsite and they were awesome. I sat down for a few minutes to take in Ge-be and all her beauty before paddling on to the portage for Green Lake. Guess what? Ge-be was completely void of people, I was the only one out there. Once on Green Lake, the only company I had were two Trumpeter Swans honking away as they enjoyed their solitude. I stopped harassing them with photos and hit the portage to Rocky Lake. Once on Rocky I wanted to see the pictos, but I couldn't find them. I made two passes by the rock face where I thought they are, but never found them, oh well. Once again, all campsites were empty and I was the only one out there. As I portaged into Oyster with the canoe resting on my pack (because of my busted yoke clamps) I was starting to get tired, so I decided I would try and camp somewhere on Oyster to fuel up and make repairs. The first campsite on Oyster was empty and I decided to see if the one on the end of the point was vacant so I paddled on and guess what, nobody was there so I hopped out and had some lunch. It was over 50 hours since I had seen anyone and within a half hour of getting to my point campsite on Oyster, two groups paddled by. Seeing people was refreshing and made me realize the apocalypse hadn't happened. I decided to stay on my Oyster sight for the night and patched up my yoke clamps with some duct tape. I had some tasty Lasagna with itialian sausage for dinner, and another couple rounds of Fireball as a nightcap. I made a fishing attempt in the evening out on the main part of the lake, but had no luck. I did notice a group occupying the other peninsula campsite, so I was not alone tonight. I turned on my radio and listened to another amazingly clear forecast before closing my eyes without the rain fly once again. ~Finger Lake, Pocket Lake, Ge-be-on-e-quet Lake, Green Lake, Rocky Lake, Oyster Lake