Got up before the sun, ate a quick breakfast, and made sure I had plenty of water. I changed my plan, and headed across to the west side and went up around Pagami Creek, figuring I would take a look at the fire scar. Reminded me of Custer State Park in the early 90's after the fire out there.

I continued along the western shore, and went around the point to where I could see campsite 1147. Eureka, it was open. I paddled my old arse as fast as I could got there about 8:30 or so. Nice sandy landing, but a little exposed, as was the kitchen area. By exposed, I mean NO shade anywhere. Down from the kitchen area was another area where you could probably fit 2 tents into. This was enclosed on all sides by brush, and had some shade, but got stuffy as the day (and the heat) wore on.

I decided to set up on the landing since there was a spot for a tent there. After setting up, eating a few big handfuls of homemade trail mix, and filling my gallon sized water bladder, I decided to get a line wet. Put a daredevle on and started casting out from shore. Lo and behold, I got a strike after about 15 minutes, even though it was hot and the middle of the day. Just a little pike, probably not even a pound, and after that nothing.

Ate some dinner and did some reading. One thing I should mention is that on all 3 nights, at around 5 or 6 in the evening, the smoke would roll in. Not heavy, but you could tell. It reminded me of early mornings when fog comes up from the lake.