Should note that the weather for Thursday looked to be strong north winds with rain and snow. I do not want to paddle Alton in that so made the plan to depart Wednesday morning and set up camp on Alton near the highway portage. I have always wanted to stay at the beach site on the point so that was the goal. I wake up and start breaking camp. Everyone else is moving incredibly slow but its all good as I find peace in breaking camp and kind of get lost doing it. We decide that salami and cheese sandwiches is quick and mess free so that is breakfast. Once on Alton it is a cold wind and it is starting to pick up. It isn’t terrible but it isn’t amazing either. My dad and I take a risk and cross a decent size gap just north of the rock pile to get near the shore and out of the wind. My brothers take a safer but longer route staying near cover. Turns out the site that I wanted was open… in fact we still haven’t seen another group out camping outside of some day trip kayakers on Sawbill when we started. As soon as we hit shore the rain starts. We rush and set the tents up. Then we split up into some people gathering dry wood and the others were on tarp duty. We get everything up including a fire right as it starts pouring. We now see a canoe directly in the middle of the lake and it is pouring and windy. They are fully loaded and it is pretty clear they are not great at paddling. I feel a tad scared for them and wished they would at least get out of the middle of the lake. They eventually head to the western shore and disappear from sight. Pretty sure they made it. The rest of the night we huddle by the fire and cook wild rice soup and add kielbasa chunks to it. Completely out of alcohol and its cold and wet and really dark. We estimate it is time for bed but as we look at the time it is only 7pm…. None of us want to sleep and wake up at 2am but we are just worn out. I think we make it to 730 roughly and then we all decided sleep is best.