Monday, October 08, 2018 Awoke to a cloudy, cold, drizzly morning. I know, I know I sound like a broken record. I felt like I was caught in the movie Groundhog Day. Watched a couple of loons fishing and calling to one another, seemingly oblivious to the cold. Fattening up for their up coming long journey south. I started to wonder why I hadn't planned a three week trip up here followed immediately by a week somewhere warm with a beach and warm blue water. I'm beginning to think my weather radio is broken. It keeps repeating the same crappy forecast day after day. I have yet to hear a forecast for sun or hear it's gonna get warmer. So I did a repeat of yesterday with another long hike around the island. Retreated to the tent to start rereading one of my Sigurd books and took a nap. Did jumping jacks and paced to camp while supper cooked and made the best of a wet, gloomy day. On the upside the weather is supposed to be like this or colder for the rest of my trip:)