Sunday, June 11, 2023 A chilly morning had us up and moving just after sun up. We planned to head up to Cross Bay Lake and try to get a site there for our last night. We packed up and headed out as a breeze from the north east blew the mist off the lake and started to build. The stiff breeze stubbornly seemed to stay right on our bow despite my best efforts to find relief on calm shores or lee sides of islands. My 9 year old bow paddler learned to use a draw and cross draw well in our slow push a few miles to the north. In hindsight I should have added some bow weight to trim the canoe better but the experience was a great teacher for my aspiring canoeman. Wide open portages and noticeably fewer mosquitos made portaging almost a welcome break from paddling into the breeze at the end of each lake even if my canoe does weigh 80lbs with a few items strapped to the thwarts. We made it to Cross Bay Lake by mid morning and took possession of the southern most site. I had read that this lake has good numbers of eater sized walleye and I can attest to that being true. We spent a few hours catching and releasing walleye from 10 to 18 inches keeping a couple on a stinger to have for dinner. Around 2pm we saw our first group go by and the lake infront our site and nearby portage was in near constant use from that point till the last group passed heading south at about 7pm. We had a fantastic fish dinner and turned in at dark with the incessent whine of mosquitos in our ears and a growing number of itchy bumps on the backs of hands and arms.