Home again home again. I woke up early, hung over as you can imagine, and took off for the cities before anyone else woke up since I had no intention of sticking around. My sour mood had returned a bit so I got all of my gear, packed up my car and took off for Mora. I needed to drop the canoes off at Denny and Michele’s.

I ended up arriving back home at a little past 5pm. This was the only time that I was actually considering never going back to the BWCA, convinced that the experience would be ruined. Thankfully that was not the case and in a months time I was eager to get back out on the water. I have since told Donnie that I am sorry that he did not get as much fishing in as he hoped. I do have a feeling that I ruined the BWCA for him though. Too many miles traveled, too many portages done, too few hours spent fishing. Matt and Gopher however only left feeling jazzed, like me, to go back as soon as possible.