Our last Trumpeter Swan alarm clock did not disappoint. But the realization that our trip was coming do an end loomed over us.

Our last breakfast on the rock finished and gear loaded in the canoe, we pushed off into the lake, onto the blue road leading home.

The wind was calm every day, but this morning, all the way to the EP, there wasn't a breath of air and the water was glassy smooth. Approaching rapids were almost intrusive to our ears. They are simple rapids, but the quiet of the morning in juxtaposition to the sound of breaking water was striking. Both times we were able to float the rapids and skip the portages. A blessing for ease of travel, but hurrying to the end of this beautiful trip was not a priority.

I don't recall anything outstanding after the rapids. We exited the BW around noon and had the most vivid drive back to civilization. I think we must have hit peak autumn colors for our drive on HWY 1.