Tuesday, August 29, 2017 - Cold night It got pretty cold last night, but my pad was working. The Amok still didn’t feel right but I couldn’t figure out what might be wrong. I had decided to break camp and head to Insula. I spent the early morning allowing the dew to burn off the tarps. Whiling away the time I did a lot of thinking about my dad and a friend whose wife is dealing with breast cancer. I talked to God for a while. For me, spirituality is enhanced in the wilderness. I am not a very spiritually demonstrative person and the wilderness helps me to loosen up and just talk with God. I got away mid-morning and made my way to Insula. Soon I was on the lake and was grateful that one of the dads had pointed out the un-marked portages on Insula. I made my way to the campsite (1337) that I had marked on my map. I was happy to see it was unoccupied. This campsite has to have one of the best if not the best landing area in the BW. I had the choice of 2 small sandy landings; it couldn’t have been easier. The only down sides of the site were; a large dead tree that made hammock placement a bit dicey, and chipmunks that were pretty habituated to humans. While cooking and eating, I had to keep a constant eye on my food. The night was nice and clear and the stars were on good display.