Tuesday, June 16, 2020

I was up early and in a lot of pain this morning. I got up and going had some coffee, snacks, and pain meds then explored the trails around camp and hung out until Brock got up. We made biscuits, gravy, and ova-easy eggs for breakfast. Biscuits fried up like a thick pancake worked out really well.

Brock had developed a substantial blister on one foot by now that wasn’t looking too good, so we decided to try to keep it dry today. We wanted to try our luck fishing the deep bay between our site and a little cove to the southwest. It looked like a good place to gather some wood as well. We trolled for lakers then tried our luck in the cove at some bass. Despite being able to see the bass swimming below us, we couldn’t get a bite to save our lives.

We gathered some washed up dry beaver wood from near a lodge in the area. After the dam yesterday I didn’t mind stealing some of it now. This is when we coined the catch phrase for the trip. “Beaver are a$$holes.”. Every time we saw a dam or lodge from now on that was what we said.
Today, especially this afternoon and evening, was a low point for me. As we were out on the water it was getting hot and I was hurting. Getting in and out to gather wood was almost as bad as just sitting. Brock would have done it, but with trying to keep his foot dry, I did instead. I was terrified of falling again and making it worse. I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t over my head with this trip and if I’d be able pull my weight getting us out of here. I knew it was just the pain and that we had at least one more day of resting before we had to go anywhere so I just went with it. See what tomorrow brings. I ended up showing Brock how to make our dehydrated chili for diner, not even eating myself, and going to bed. I slept for 12+ hours. ~South Arm Knife Lake