I broke camp early and began to paddle leisurely back to the West end of Knife. I slowly trolled a lindy rig with a leech and continued to annoy the Smallmouth Bass population on Knife.

I can’t imagine a better way to spend a summer day.

The miles rolled by and I eventually wound up at Robbins Island across from Dorothy’s Isle of Pines.

I paid my respects to Dorothy – nothing of her resort is left except the rocks that supported the dock and of course ‘her’ special rock, though whether it was deposited by glaciers or friends is not clear.

By sheer luck the Western most campsite on Robbins was open. I set up camp – this is a very nice campsite and one that could accommodate up to three tents.. its well up from the water with views 250 degrees around – you’re essentially camped on a high point. There is lots of shade from cedars and has a nice fire pit area with the tops of the fire pit logs chipped and worn down to flat for comfortable seating. Anyhow this campsite positioned me well for my exit the next day.

I read and munched on gorp until I fixed a simple Raman Noodle dinner and went fishing. Once again I was stumped on this West end of Knife, my leeches were gone so I was working my way thru my collection of usually successful Raps, buzzbaits, spinners and spoons to no avail.

(On the other hand I’d rather be stumped fishing up there than anywhere else!)

I retired to my Hennessey Hammock and kicked back for a perfect sleep.