We awoke to an absolutely gorgeous day. I remember being in awe of the vastness of the area, thinking I could go in any direction for miles and just find the same (trees, lakes and streams). I was hooked - right there, I knew I would be back here many times. Breakfast was oatmeal and we started the task of packing up. Our goal today was to get to Winchel Lake. 

Out second portage of the day was Muskeg to Kiskidinna and I had the canoe and a pack. This was all prior to any of us really doing any research...I feel like the internet was still new'ish at the time. I say that to share, that we had no knowledge of this portage having a reputation. The stern paddler of the other canoe was the first to head down the portage. He too had a pack and the canoe. I headed down the trail a little bit after him. In the flat section as we approach Kiskidinna Lake, I see his canoe off to the side and him down in the middle of the trail, not moving. I call out his name, nothing. I quickly sherk the canoe off my shoulders into the brush and run to him. At what point he rolls over and says, "Ohh, I twisted my ankle a little bit." He then proceeds to get up and get his stuff and finish the portage. I walked back, grabbed the canoe and finished the portage as well.

We continued on without further issue and set up camp on Winchel at the popular bonsai tree site. Similar to last camp, orders were handed out and all the shores were accomplished without said trip leader really doing any actual work himself. We stayed up late into the night, drinking and smoking around the fire, watching the stars and BS'ing as college guys do. At one point - I watched a satellite stop moving and change directions...I was aware this didn't really just happen, i've just smoked and drank too much and it might be time for me to call a night. I was the first to retire. It got cold that night, weather reports later told us it was in the mid 20's. Which we didn't have the best gear. I remember waking up pretty cold and looking over at another fells, who had completely closed himself inside his sleeping bag...as I wondered how he was breathing, I noticed only his nose sticking out a tiny hole. He had it zipped down tight.