What a difference a sunny day can make. I had slept in a bit later than I'd intended, but with about 8 miles to cover to reach my chosen campground at West Chickenbone Lake, I still had the day stretching out in front of me.
Wet is a relative thing. At some point an outdoors person starts accepting that everything you own is going to be wet.
Finally our gear is loaded and we're given permission to get on ourselves. I pick a spot at the back of the boat near a window and Nick joins me.
You can prepare, but none of that matters until you move into action. Join me on a look-back at my first solo backpacking adventure to Isle Royale National Park.
With the coming holiday of Thanksgiving in the U.S. I have been reflecting a lot on how I got here to this place in my life of hiking. The people and places that have shaped my experiences.