Early morning sunrise. I have asked the rain gods to hold off on precipitation until I get my next camp set up if possible.
This portage that I cleared yesterday is a long 1300 metres. I carry all the gear and the canoe the first 300 metres past the boggy section so that if I get wet feet, I can change socks and carry on with the dry portion of the trail. My corduroy bridges were good enough to keep my boots out of deep water and mud so I did not need new socks.
Rosehips are ripe enough to eat and I pop some in my mouth on the walk back for another load. I had enough lingonberries and bunchberries picked that I did not need any more fruit for mealtime.
I think the portage takes advantage of a game trail which can be seen here passing under the overhanging alder branches which I skirt. Sometimes animals use a portage as their path, but this time it is the other way around.
I tried to stoop enough to take the canoe under this big tree that I limbed instead of sawing it through, but I had to set the canoe down and drag it underneath.
