Another jay, apparently trying to sneak a drink.
More yummy walleyes!
The most impressive construction left by the ancients.
What, no dishwasher?
A beaver cruising in front of our camp.
Dan posing as an Old Fart, which we are all starting to get pretty good at.
Me in inaction.
I don't know what the heck Jeff is doing here. [Photo by Chad]
The Emperor's New Flute. [Photo by Chad]
OK, sure, there's a fire ban and we're cooking on camp stoves, but dammit there's tradition. [Photo by Chad]
Since I saw a cloud, I set up a tarp. Maybe not high enough, though...
Oops. OK, now it's a poncho.
Chad's excellent garage sale tent. Note the dufflebag I left outside.[Photo by Chad]
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Me & Chad on the way out. [Photo by Chad]
Moose tracks
Moose track, by a Pat track for scale.
Portage around rapids on the Brightsand, with the usual convenient terrain.
Cue the Willy Nelson music.
I believe the theory is that our nation is more secure, the more people are pissed off. Still beats flying, though.
Back in the U.S.A. — Ryden's Border Store & Cafe, Grand Portage.
Separated at birth?
Back home. Remember that dufflebag that I left outside the tent? Thank God I followed Homeland Security procedures and squished everything in tightly enough to kill any potential terrorists trying to enter the U.S. illegally.