Our day started with the Trumpeter Swans again. They earned our fondness on this trip. Like neighbors, they greeted at the beginning and end of each day as we went about our own business.

Today would be a day of rest. Leisurely breakfast on the rock by the water. Leisurely fire building. "For ambiance". Leisurely naps, leisurely tinkering. You see the pattern. The clouds had moved in overnight, but so did unusually warm temperatures. There were even a few bugs about. We did manage to leave camp a bit in the afternoon. We were in no hurry and explored just a bit West and then South to see the sights and evaluate the one campsite and portage in that direction.

This was the first time I entered the BW without any fishing gear. There was something freeing about it, honestly. We came packed for comfort and relaxation.

Relax we did, but both of us have a tinker gene that keeps our minds and hands busy. The stones around the fire grate were arranged in a way the lent to significant human erosion from foot traffic on the back side of the fixture. We don't claim to be trained in maintenance, but we did move a few flat rocks from the area to the affected portion. A few 'pavers' as they were, would stop the undermining at the rear base of the stonework. Not exactly LNT, but a far cry from the live cut trees we observed at camp.

I don't remember supper that night, but I do remember the Cherries Jubilee that I attempted. The process was a success, but the sweetness was off the charts! I don't think I've ever seen Aaron not eat something to the last bite. We both left some on our plates and I made notes to modify the dessert to be much less sweet!

As nightfall set in, the glow of the campfire kept our gaze long into the night. We endured the mice that explored our kitchen for a bit before deciding to forage elsewhere. Aside from the mice, it was agreed that this would be a top 3 trip, maybe forever. I don't recall the temperature, but I fell asleep that night, atop my sleeping bag.