Thursday, August 27, 2015

Trip log - Cedar Lake to Catfish Lake: July 30 to Aug. 3, 2014 - Day 3

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We took it easy today, no rush to get up, no rush to make any meals, no rush to break camp. And I have no pictures to show you! 

It was a gorgeous, perfect, sunny day with great temperatures. We had blueberry pancakes for breakfast with bacon.

Late morning we decided to go on an exploratory paddle. Here's the route we took:

We went down the lake making our way to the peninsula across from Shangri La. We landed at it and took a look around. It's a popular site, lots of "furniture". We got back into the canoe and went around the Shangri La island, but didn't land there.

We went over into the bay, following the shoreline and here is where we saw a momma loon swimming with her chick on her back. We checked out Turtle Rock (very small). It was more like bird poop rock. Then back to the campsite for a nap in the hammock.

One of the nice features of this campsite is the thunderbox. It's the best view I've had so far. It's set up high on the rock, trees behind you, and facing the lake. Anyone going by could see you if you waved at them to grab their attention. Fortunately there's not much traffic.

We did see a fair bit of traffic on this lake while relaxing at our site today. I'm sure there were a couple of disappointed travelers. We would not be paying attention then a voice would ring out, "Nope, there's someone on it." That happened a couple of times.

Dinner was soft tacos with fruit crisp for dessert.

About 7 p.m. a group of 5 canoes went by with some boys and one adult male. Thank goodness it wasn't a party group. As they landed in the fading light at the next spot past us, the leader was calling out orders to people for setting up camp, getting firewood and preparing food. We could hear him pretty clearly. They were pretty quiet after their initial set-up.

The only other significant thing that happened on the island was that as the daylight faded, the mice got braver and braver. They were taking runs at the bug tent and throwing themselves against it. I'm not sure if they were trying to get in or trying to climb over it. All I know is that it freaked me out and LT thought it was pretty funny. The mice were grey so very hard to discern in the light we did have. I was startled so badly, I tipped my tripod chair over and fell, landing on the fuel bottle for my stove and breaking the pump.

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