This was a grueling trip for me, which left me with an injured tail bone and lots of ideas. The most important one for me was to not go solo again. Apart from the want of comradery, there is too much work to do alone and too much danger of facing misshaps unaided. I did some falling, some sinking into the mud, and some capsizing at landings. I quckly learned how to assess landings better. I had a windy paddle along the length of Winchell in my smallish rented Prism; earlier I had a miraculously calm paddle along much of Brule Lake. My equipment and food loads could have been lighter. So it was a hard shake-down trip that might lead to more pleasant trips in the future.