Saturday, July 29, 2017 This was our last day and we had to get from Friday Bay all the way to EP 23 by 5 pm for our pick up. We ate a quick breakfast and broke camp about 9. We decided that we packed up early enough that we earned some fishing time. We fished our way out of Friday Bay picking up a few pike. We started the portage to Papoose around 1. This was a nice portage we powered right through the 90 rods. We made quick work of Papoose & Chippewa Lake. The 6 rod "portage" between Chippewa and Niki isn't much of a portage at all and more of a series of logs and rocks to balance on to get through a shallow spot. Ron got rammy, as I couldn't quite figure out an easy way to portage the canoe through. After that debacle we were on our way across Niki and headed for the toughest portage of the trip, in my opinion. It may only be 45 rods but it is straight up hill and we double portage so we were both winded after this portage. Once we caught our breath we crossed Wagosh and made fairly quick work of the one mile portage into Gun. We did see some wolf scat on this portage. I remember looking at my phone and realizing we better start to move because it was nearly 3 o'clock and we had a long way to go still. We ate our lunch in the canoe on Gun Lake and carried on with our paddle. Gun Lake was a blur because I was so focused on getting out on time. I seem to lose track of time pretty easily in the BW. We skipped across Fairy and slid across Boot in what felt like no time at all. We reached the end of our portage into Fourtown so, Ron and I had to take our usual picture. (If you don't know what I am talking about look back at my Trip Report from 2016) This time we had our handy-dandy selfie stick. Last time we were on Fourtown we had to race for the last campsite and this time it was a ghost town. We saw one occupied campsite. We started the infamous Mudro portage at our pick up time of 5. I was in a tizzy because I am punctual, Ron didn't care because he loves it up here and never wants to leave. I am beginning to be the same way. After powering through the series of up and down portages, we made it to Mudro Lake. We twisted our way down the creek to the exit. We ended up making it to the EP at 6:30. The guy picking us up was starting to get a little worried but he told us we weren't the latest ones he had before. Once seated in the van and headed towards civilization, I reflected on the amazing trip we had just completed. As a crow flies, the trip straight through was 43 miles, I believe. This was a different type of trip for me. I liked moving everyday because we got to see a lot of different scenery. This trip was a definite success. I cherish every trip I get to make up here, especially with a great friend like Ron. The BWCA is like no other place on Earth. It is a little slice of Heaven. Like always, as soon as we made it back to Cliff Wold's we started talk of the next trip.