Sunday, August 16, 2020 The morning was a quick one as we packed up and half hazardly casted into the depths hoping for a bite as the coffee was brewing. Logan managed to snag his lucky purple Berkley on a log through the clear water we saw it there taunting us with its presence. Another quick breakfast and then we canoed out to it hoping to get it back but instead we managed to break the line. We both laughed as we had been lucky all trip only losing three lures to trees, rocks and fish it was a bittersweet ending to the trip. As the miles we canoed back seemed to fly by both of us canoeing in silence taking in the last bit of our trip and experience in the Boundary Waters. Knowing we would be back next year....