Lucky for us the island had plenty of dead fall to burn. Most of the weekend the camp fire was lit and used to keep the Bush Coffee warm and to dry out many pairs of socks and pants.

There were several Loons on our lake calling mournfully into the cold darkness, their voices being answered on distant lakes or simply echoing throughout the hills around us to be absorbed into the dense black forest.

Two good things about going into the Park at this time of year is that there is fantastic fishing and very few bugs.

One of our anglers saw a Great Grey Owl and I think I saw an Otter like thingy.