At the end of October Andy made his annual fall Quetico trip with Hungry Jack Outfitter Dave. They put in at the far Northwest Corner—Beaverhouse Lake, traveled through every lake they could, and ended up back at Saganaga–6 days and many miles later.
On their traverse across the Quetico, they passed through lakes unfamiliar to me— like Cutty, Sark, Sunday….
I chose this photo to exemplify the camping part of the trip. Apparently they had so many miles in their plan that they were getting up at 5am in the blackness, and usually setting up camp in the near blackness. Granted, the days are short in October, but I had to laugh when he came home—and a few of the following mornings we’d wake up at 5am (in our warm bed in our warm house—and still feeling mighty chilly to me)—I would joke—“OK, time to get up—who is in charge of starting the fire and making the coffee?” It sounded a little hellish to me, not a vacation. And I do like to travel a fair amount, but still-