This was a pretty standard travel day for us, other than my black eye and bruised ego. The temps were getting up there a little bit, making it just hot enough that the short paddles and medium length portages became a bit of a sweaty ordeal. We traveled through Henson, Pillsbury and into Swallow, with some very pretty portages in between. We took a quick swim break in Swallow to cool off before pushing into Meeds. We saw plenty of moose sign along all the portages, and while we were hoping to see a moose, we never did. Once on Meeds, we chose the middle campsite as both it and the western campsite were open when we arrived, and it turned out to be an above average site with a nice double bay canoe parking area with a sandy bottom. After setting up camp and eating an early PB&J bagel lunch, we hit the water to find the fish. It didn't happen. As we prepared for another fishless dinner that night (remember that chicken we ate Monday...oops), we decided we would exit the BW a day early. That allowed us to eat Friday's side dishes along with our planned dinner (sans fish) today and save Friday's lunch (bagels and peanut butter) to go along with Thursday's dinner in case this "no fish" thing happened again. It was a bittersweet decision, as we never expected lack of food to be a reason to leave early. We wouldn't have starved by any means, but we all agreed it was a good decision. We went to bed that night a little downtrodden by the sequence of events so far that week, but we had one big adventure planned yet for the next day that we were looking forward to.