I woke early today to my alarm but decided to go back to sleep as it was raining. I woke again around 8 and packed up camp and headed down to the Moose Lake EP and packed everything up. It was a sad paddle back as I knew I was going back to the city the next day. I stopped by the kind man's house who let me borrow the canoe and had a nice talk about the trip. The trip was 74 miles in total.

Leaving the Moose Lake ep I noticed the huge old mine that is snapped in half. I walked by it and just thought about the things it had seen long before the BWCA even existed. Possibly native Americans had rested under its shade hundreds of years ago. Maybe trappers also and now me. My perception of time was really stretched on this trip. A song that really sums up the trip and the experience is "In The Wind" by Lord Huron.

This trip taught me that going solo is something I am fully capable of and actually enjoy doing. I learned to never rely on 5-day-old weather reports and also that wolves aren't something to be afraid of. I'll be back hopefully many times. Now I just have to find a job that allows me time off so I can get up here more.