About 5 am, we could hear thunder to the E and winds from the W. A quick burst of rain, then a lull. I got up to watch the storm from the rain tarp. Wind, rain, and lightning picked up. I sat there and watched a 20' dead balsam fall and take out the corner of the rain tarp. I quickly repaired the corner, then tried to stay dry in my chair. James came out of the tent and watched with me as a few waves of storm rolled through. The most anxious moments were the lightning strikes followed by very loud thunder. I had left a pan out as a rain gauge - only received about 3/4 of an inch, but the wind and lightning was enough for us to hope it moved along quickly. During the worst of the wind, white caps were rolling east. We later talked with a group camped on the far E site - they reported 3' waves. Would be most unpleasant in a canoe!

Afterward, we noticed the latrine trail swamp had grown significantly. Nothing like walking through a swamp early in the morning......but duty calls.

Fishing was still good. The storm did nothing to slow the bite down. Caught so many fish this week.

Saturday evenings are always bittersweet. We certainly miss our loved ones, but it's only a year until the next trip. We talked about some upgrades and noted required repairs to our gear.