We got off to a late start as it tends to go when a bigger group decides to get togeher - inevitably there is more to do to get a larger group on the road. Later in the afternoon we got on the water. The hot, hazy afternoon felt as lazy as the otters rolling round in the water in no hurry to get anywhere quickly. We watched a couple of loons and an eagle, but no swans, which is unusual for Crooked Lake. Our guests enjoyed the paddle but when we got the the portage the misquitoes were in full evening frenzy mode. In camp, the first order of business was to get a fire going to try to scare them away. Everyone felt pretty excited to be in camp, and we stayed up late around the fire.
Sunrise on Lynx 1 Campsite
Evning view on Mountain Lake
Due ot the forecasted heat, we brought along an extra pack containing an inflatable standup paddleboard (SUP) and this turned out to be a huge hit. I taught our guest's 7 year old how to embark, disemark and paddle it around. She loved it! What a great way to keep her mind off the mosquitoes.
The view on West Bear Lake with mosquito
One of the nice things about bringing new people along camping, is picking up new ideas about what to eat in camp and new ways of enjoying camp. One of our guests happened to be a botanist and we learned wonderful things about the plant life around us and where to spot special plants. They also packed some interesting treats which I will definitely add to our repitoire. My favorites were little packets of nut butter, and a pretty nifty stick of salami with aged cheese.
Jack in the Pulpit on Lynx 1 Camsite.
Swamp Laurel on West Bear Lake
Star Flower on the portage between Mountain Lake and East Bear Lake
Lady Slipper on Coyote Campsite
Before long, our two nights on Lynx 1 campsite were over and it was time to paddle and portage from Moutain Lake over East Bear Lake and on to Coyote Campsite on West Bear Lake. We found Coyote Campsite in a dissappointing state. This had been one of my favorite campsites in the Sylvania Wilderness. Formerly a beautiful site with a whole lake to one's self, but there had been a blowdown since our last visit, putting trees down all over the campsite. It took a scouting expedition to find a way to the latrine around all the fallen treens, other trees cut across the camp area. We ended up sitting around the landing near the lake waiting for breezes off the water to scare the mosquitos away a little bit.
It turned out not only was Coyote campsite full of blown down trees, but it was also even buggier than Lynx 1. The young daughter of our guests burst into tears when we landed. She felt it deeply. We made the best of things with snacks and let her take over the paddleboard for the afternoon. In the evening it seemed all present had their fill of bug's. No one felt interested in a fire and everyone went to bed early. In the moring, our group rushed to bug out, if you will parden the pun.
That's all for now. Let's get out doors and keep our wild places wild.
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