Going up the creek I had to go over numerous small beaver dams and portage a larger dam one metre high. That portage was only 10 metres long, but wet. By this time I had poled, paddled, waded, pushed, pulled, lifted, lined, towed the canoe up the one km section of creek, but thankfully had not had to unload. Aie! Portages are a great deal of work; going up or down a "beaver creek" is doubly so. After progressing one km up the creek, I had to clear an 800 metre long portage along the very rocky creek bed. The younger me would have kept going ... but I was younger then than now.
Camp 10, after travelling 11 km, including one km of "beaver" creek and two portages (10 and 800 metres). Time to stop! The shortest stop I made all season was two days, one to travel and one to rest. At Camp 10 I also walked several kilometres farther up the scenic creek valley, mostly on an old game trail thinking there might be a path to the next lake. I stopped when the trail veered away from my preferred direction. The fireplace has a big pile of wood on it because it rained quite a bit. No matter how hard it rains or how wet the wood is, once a fire is burning well it will stay live if lots of wood is piled on top for protection.
A float plane. Because of the fly-in fishing camps, I frequently saw float planes.