BWCA 2000

Like it took forever to sort out the gear as we overnighted at the outfitters cabins. Note squirrel scampering left.

Jaws searches for lost gear in his large van. Rumor has it he found none.

Motoring across Moose Lake. It beat paddling and saved us a half day.
Front row. Ern Sotirake, Sneed Adams, Bruce Campbell. Back row. Dave Mitchell, Ric McClung, Aaron Bulloff, Rob Rushofsky, Kent Hedman.

McClung looks nautical on the first leg of our journey.

Wonder what it would look like up side down?
Day One We motored from the outfitters up Moose and Newfound Lakes to the start
of the portage to Splash Lake. Night one was spent on Ensign Lake.

Camp No. 1 on Ensign Lake. Jaws is pondering how all that stuff got there.

Camp on Ensign was on the east end. A well used lake. Note Canadian border.

Dees two guys sortin gear in Ely and still at it 24 hours later on Ensign Lake.

It's cluster canoe city as the members debate whether to carry on with gear or canoes.
The Sgt Mjr on the other hand declares that he crossed this portage with the assistance of only his paddle.

Ern details to Dave the finer points of his favorite knife. After a delightful but short stay on Ensign it was off to Ima Lake next morning in the cold rain. Happiness is of course a tarp of many colours.

It was slightly cold and the only heat was the pending meal of boiling water and noodles flavored with turkey tracks. Looks like someone needs a longer tent. Notice the cleanliness of the tennis shoes. Why?

Bruce draws first fish when he cut down the white birch tree and killed the pike lounging in the shade. Aaron finds a tree with a crack.
Aaron and one of his waterfalls. Bruce and Kent dragging across one of the many llllong portages.

Portaging in the rain. One of our most favorite things. NAH!

Standing guard duty at the starting end of a portage. Why is it raining on my parade? Did you guys see the size of that beaver that just swam by here? Look at the size of the sticks on his dam. Aaron was so busy taking pictures of the waterfall he missed the beaver.

Portaging in the rain. Are we having fun yet.

Poise in the face of Adversity.

Camp No. 2 on Ima Lake. It was cold, windy, cold, and rainy. We liked cold. The next morning it was once again bright and sunny as Mother Nature took pity and blazed down on us as we paddled, portaged and crawled to Thomas Lake.

But first we had to sneak quietly down a narrow trail through an enchanted forest of fallen trees.
Our first encounter with evidence that there might be rogue rhinos in the woods.
With a possible supporting role from some very large beavers

A couple of portages.

The Bard Bulloff & L'Editeur Adams Dazed and confused. Hey!

Bristol Brave Mitchell & Chainsaw Sotirake New adventures in paddling and swimming.

Kent & Bruce Da two new guys. The last time they paddled together the VC were shooting at them.

The Polish Prince Baron Von Jawsofsky attended by his aides de camp as His Excellency declares the dinner of hot water and noodles is ready. This day we arrived at Thomas Lake in the face of 25 knot head winds and 18 inch white caps. Four in the party died from exposure to white cap spray. We camped at the Jim Munn Memorial Campsite on Munn Island.

Munn Island Thomas Lake. Happiness is a warm campfire. And fantastic star gazing.
We saw countless satellites and meteors. Camps No. 3 & 4. Please pass the Scottish apple juice.

Fishing late in the day on Thomas lake. ......................... Moon over Thomas Lake.

We caught 3 this size. 29 inches. Landed two. Ate one. Released one.
One bit L'Editeur and tried to drag him into the lake.

Dave and Ern look for a way to paddle up stream and beat the portage.
STA and Aaron stroke the calm waters for a change of pace.
Bruce and Kent resting after running the rapids in a feat of daring do. NAH!

Do you want your lake trout fried or blackened? Chef Jacques La Trail creates more pollution.

Cleaning and cooking trout can tire one out. What are these slackers doing?
There is wood to cut, fish to catch, tarps to tarp, and water to filter. Oh, and yes, least I forget, assaults on the john.

Thomas Lake's Munn Memorial Camp Site to the far right on the point. Panorama of Thomas Lake Southwest to East. Photo taken from the precipice of Munn Rocks.

Pix lifted from The British Tabloid Press this week as they reported that world renowned
British Explorer and Playboy Lord Mitchell narrowly escaped death as the natives paddling his
dugout canoe careened out of control over a waterfall in the American Tropical wilderness. Mitchell
can be seen here being rescued and rushed back to a first aid station. Later in the day reporters
caught up with him as he dried out his tea cozy over a hastily built fire. He was quoted as saying it
was all in a days adventure and that he did not hold the local people in ill regard for the incident.

Compact but good Camp No. 5 was on Kiana Lake after an eventful morning of battling the elements and other canoe things which will remain as unwritten tales of The Societe. Dave is smiling in Camp Kiana in spite of winning two points in the Societe Intramural Canoe Floating Contest.

Adams proves that you are never too old to cut your finger off and still sit down and enjoy a cigar.

Jaws hesitates for a moment. Should he twist hard to the right or simply do as told and push forward softly?

Kent & Bruce awaiting the arrival of their motor. Backwater beauty.
That's Kent and Bruce in the distant canoe dragging for walleye.

The stalwart Twosome stroke into another beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Great Camp No. 6 on far west end of Hudson Lake.

Proving once again that The Societe leaves no rock unturned when it comes to establishing new thresholds in poor taste. The signs are kinda iffy also.

The attack squarrel's eye view of Hudson Lake Campsite. Looks like Col. Travis' encampment at San Jacinto.

Tex and his sidekick Cleve report back to camp from their failed mission to eliminate some boisterous types at another camp site. Jaws shows us how to cope with the stress of camp life.

Aaron's star shot. F4 at 15 minutes. There should not be any stationary spots. It proves they are watching us.

This proved the North Star is not in the center. You do not recall seeing that many stars, right?

6:30 am west end of Hudson Lake. See what you miss when you sleep in.

Hudson Lake between Insula Lake and Lake Four. Lotus blossom ready for a bright day.

Jaws shows us the proper hand to use.

After we emptied the restaurant of cultured guests ......

On the road again ..... That's the Texas Two Step in case you did not notice.
Does anyone have an idea how we can keep the outhouse door from blowing off while someone unloads 7 days of camp food?

Tha Man and his Mona Lisa of The Societe. Gunga!
Thanks to all. It was a great trip. 50 miles of wilderness.
Great weather and great fishing.

Aaron and one of his waterfalls. Bruce and Kent dragging across one of the many long portages.