Camp 27, after travelling 11 km including two km searching for a campsite, and a 100 metre portage. This is one of the nicest camps we have ever had.
We had a meal of pike every evening. Note the small fire to shoo away blackflies where we stopped to fillet a catch of fish. Steven would get the fire going while I started to clean the fish. It is so nice to have a partner to share tasks, but also to share conversation.
Steven found these old moose bones. How and when did he die? Beside it on a rock face there was what appeared to be the numbers "1945" scratched in the lichen. Did someone mark them or is it just an accidental occurrence?
