Sunday, September 06, 2020 As we woke up on Sunday morning, it was a perfect day! It was about 75 and Sunny and there was little wind. We all jumped in the lake to rinse off and suddenly we heard this low growl to the north!! After further examination, we discovered stormheads far to the north. As we monitored this, we decided that the storm would bypass us on the Canadian side and we weren't going to get wet. After the near miss, it was overcast and calm. Someone said we should head out and go fishing. Another said we should fish close to camp in case the weather whipped up. Then, on a whim, someone - I'll never remember who - said, "Heck with it! It's nice out. Let's go to Thunder Point and seize this opportunity." We all got in the canoes and paddled east. No fish bit except a few tiny smallmouths. As we approached Thunder Point we noticed the wind picking up. Blowing straight out of the west, which was the direction back. We could see the whitecaps forming on the big bay, but we were here and it was the last day of the trip. Carpe diem, right? So we paddled to Thunder Point and with the wind were going at what one could call a considerable clip. Paddling back? That was "future us" problems. We hiked to the top of Thunder Point and I have to say that is an incredible view - if you frequent the BWCA and have never been there, I highly recommend it. We shared a nip of blackberry brandy and took some selfies. It really was a great moment and worth the hike. While up there, we analyzed the wind and realized that there was no "good way" to get back and avoid the wind, so we decided just to head right into it and get to the south shoreline. We all decided to stay close and went for it. There were about 2-3 foot rollers and we did get a few lapfuls of water, especially the canoe with 3 people in it. However, our plan and execution was solid and we made it behind the islands a half mile away with a lot of effort, but no incidents. From there, it was a tough paddle back, but doable. There were a few others on the water as well during that time as well, which made us feel better. While taking a break in a sheltered cove, I said, "Well, that view was worth it, eh?" I was met with silence and Andy saying, "$&%# that view!!!" We had a great laugh and headed back to camp. Back at camp, spirits were simultaneously high knowing that we had just done something really memorable and cool, but also subdued knowing that we had to pack up camp and get ready to leave early the next morning. The temp had dropped 20 degrees since the morning so the fishing we did was ineffectual. We had a great dinner, campfire, and called it a night early. One note is that we had 30 mile an hour winds that night, straight out of the north, so the tents were rocking and rolling! It made for a somewhat fitful night!