Saturday, January 18, 2020 I woke up at about 6:30 feeling fresh as can be. I think yesterday's skiing and snowshoeing took a lot out of me. I got some water from the lake and quickly boiled up water for coffee and a couple packets of oatmeal. That's my go to breakfast when summer camping and it was just as good in January. After cleaning up from breakfast, I thought I had to clear some of the snow from around my hub shelter as it appeared to be about 5 inches of fresh snow on the ground. It was really light and fluffy stuff, but my tracks out on the lake from the previous day were totally covered which meant I'd be breaking trail anytime I go anywhere. After tamping down some snow, I donned my ski boots and headed out to explore Wind Lake. I had grand ambitions to ski out onto Basswood Lake via Wind Bay and check out some sites over there, but breaking trail made travel so slow that I wouldn't be leaving Wind Lake.  I ventured west to see if I could locate the portage to Wind Bay, but there's a beaver hut towards the end of the lake with thin ice all around it and I didn't feel like poking around over there. I turned and headed back to find the portage to Washte that is located on the south side of the lake. I found it after a few moments of scouting and it is rarely traveled so it was very overgrown and there's no way I would have been able to ski down it. I was pretty hot and ready for some food after a few hours of skiing, so I made my way back to camp to eat some lunch. GORP , beef jerky and some flavored water really hit the spot and had me feeling fresh.  The snow was still coming down and we were up to a good 7 inches total by now.  At this point in the trip I started to get a little bored. I sat around and fished over a hole in the ice for an hour or so and just found myself wishing there was more to do. I through my boots on and went exploring back in the woods for a little while and after making it back to camp, I cooked up another Mountain House dinner and some more hot cocoa. Darkness fell, I finished my book in the tent and with the snow falling there wasn't much to see or do outside, so I turned in around 8. Another night in which I slept great in my zero degree bag without a chill. My face didn't even really get cold.