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Aug 6, 2008 - Hobart Lake to Nicolite Lake - 12 km paddle, 9 portages

It stormed an poured rain all last night. Finally around 04:00 it subsided and we could get up to go pee. I awoke shortly after 06:00 to a bright and sunny morning, so I got up and spread a few things out to dry. Drank coffee and read my book until Katja got up to go for a quick swim before breakfast. We ate granola and the blueberries collected yesterday which were delicious. After packing camp we paddled out onto the lake into a light north wind. Today was a day of portages. Twelve were planned, although in the end we only did nine. All the portages were short, the longest being just over 800 meters, the shortest being 45 meters. However, all were very difficult as the trails were overgrown, rough ground, and slippery rocks. The 45 meter one took about thirty seconds to carry over, but over twenty minutes to navigate a slippery boulder field to get the canoe in the water again. The packs were awkward as well. The food bag is fairly reasonable, but the main pack seems incredibly heavy. Add to it lots of odds and ends strapped to the outside, and we have quite a load to manouver repeatedly into and out of the boat. The longest paddle today was crossing Anvil Lake, where the wind had picked up considerably, making us fight for an hour as we traversed to the north end. After lunch we were both getting tired. The last portage (only 90 m) took a while as a beaver had cut down many trees which were obstructing the way. The put in was in a swamp that we had to drag the canoe through some parts as we stood on a strange carpet of floating vegetation. We decided to call it quits at this point as we were on a nice lake with no one else around. A campsite on a penninsula is our home for the night. A perfect place to swim and dive off of some rocks is also to be had. After supper I cooked up some falafel for lunch tomorrow, and then watched a big growling storm approach. After watching it for a bit, we decided to escape the black flies to the tent, hoping the storm does not get too rough as we are quite exposed on this chunk of rock we are camped on. The storm passed over with a slight breeze and a tiny bit of rain, and then it cleared up again as we went to sleep.


















































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