Waking up to the wilderness one last morning....coffee and granola bars for breakfast. Time to break down camp and pack the duluth packs. We discussed a plan for the Skipper/Poplar death portage if it was muddy, placed the canoe in the water, and packed it up.

Paddle and portage back to Rockwood. Water was still high - so skipping the middle portage was an added bonus.

James, the pack mule, did his thing again. Carrying that heavy pack with the canoe overhead is a herculean task, but he could have finished double portaging before I finished one. Nice to have him on my side!

Arrived at Rockwood - and heard about the medical emergency herculean tasks of Carl and Mike. Unreal!

Showered, packed the truck, then headed to My Sister's Place for a burger. The drive home always seems twice as long as the drive up. But, there will be another trip next year. James and Ellie have a son, my grandson, who I hope will accompany us on a three generation trip soon.