Today we headed up to the very Northern tip of Kawa Bay and the site of the Indian village that perished in the influenza epidemic of 1918. We left our campsite early as per our custom and fished our way up - concentrating on the narrows and structure on the way. Facing a measureable headwind, we worked our way Northwest until we reached the end and the mouth of the Wawaig River. Initially we fished at the edge of the rice fields with some success, then Logan and Pete found the main river channel which was invisible from our previous position.

We immediately tied into a school of eater sized Walleyes in the River channel. Several were caught and Kurt and I began to work our way upstream. We didn’t go too far, perhaps a half a mile or so - both of us were struck by how the banks of this far Northern river resembled more a river in Illinois or North Carolina, rather than in the Northland. We'd like to return someday and see how far upstream we could go.

The village site, abandoned nearly a century ago, and ravaged by time, weather and more recently fire, was naturally difficult to make out from our canoes. There are several very nice campsites on the islands on the North end of the bay, well worth sampling when you're in the area - we posed for the requisite group picture here.

We had lunch, and began our return - trolling our way back. Curiously, apart from the occasional Hammerhandle, we caught nothing more on our tempting Ralalas as we headed back to camp. Even the Narrows - which ought be be first class territory yielded nothing. On the return leg we cruised the shore and carefully selected beaver wood from an abandoned beaver lodge and miscellaneous caches washed up on shore.

Another gorgeous Quetico day - 18 miles and no portages.