Yesterday I was sitting in a chair checking out my reels when my back spasmed and went south in a hurry—third time in the last six months. It could be the way I'm built, the abuse I've put my body through over the decades or maybe even the result of Lyme disease. Most likely I'm simply wearing out. It didn't take but a few minutes to say bye-bye canoe trip. When I woke this morning I was in a serious funk about reaching the end of my wilderness road.
However, I kept hitting my head against the 'never again' wall till a couple of options spilled from my brain. Spoke with Brian and we agreed there'd be no more long portages in our future. That led us to the possibility of paddling three miles farther north on Trout Lake to a navigable creek that'd take us to Pine Lake and it's wonderful fishing. Or—plan B—head to another entry point and take the Moose River south into Big Moose Lake and it's wonderful fishing. Both routes call for only a couple of short carries unless the beavers have been busy.
Crossing big Lake Vermilion to reach the Trout Lake portage had me concerned from the get-go. If the wind was up we'd be sitting on the shore watching the waves roll by. The solution was to also reserve the entry to Big Moose. If the forecast calls for wind we'll head up the Moose River. If not, we'll cross Vermilion. Anyhow, we now have two permits for the same day.
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