Leaving Camp 17. The plan is to stop at the first good campsite where I can dry out and do laundry.
Camp 18, after travelling seven km, including two extra km searching for a campsite.
More duct tape repair. Portaging is especially hard on the gun, and the rear sight would not stay in position. A permanent fix would have to wait until returning home.
I started cutting a trail out from the tent, but had to run away when I interfered with an underground wasp nest. Luckily I did not get bitten, as I have in the past. A trail had to be made in a different location.
Common harebell ("bluebell"). The leaves and shoots are edible, but generally there are too few plants, so better to admire the pretty flowers instead.
Wild Mint. I love the smell.
In order to dry my bedding, I erected the canvas tent and stove.
I canoed to this grassy island to pick some fireweed, but was pleasantly surprised to find northern gooseberry and rhubarb plants which I picked to supplement my evening meals. The gooseberries were good eating as is, and the stewed rhubarb was delicious with added sugar.
There were remains of a log cabin and a barrel stove. The junk pile had several interesting very old containers. It is interesting that garbage becomes admired artefact as it ages. I later met a Cree lady whose family once lived here. Thanks to Hazel for giving me a very tasty freshly smoked whitefish.