Gunflint Trail Day 2

July 16, 2018. Woke up late. Breakfast fig jam with blue cheese on toast. Couldn't find my tea forever and eventually found it in a pile of stuff with the hard boiled eggs in the refrigerator. So far most of the day is getting myself organized, packed and unpacked, and put stuff back in the car and get my fishing kit ready for an evening fishing adventure.

Didn't do anything all day. Read a bit, flopped on the bed, drew a pencil and ink of tree bark, ate our big lunch when Peggy and Susan got back (stir fry pork and vegetables with rice and a vast assortment of pickles), fussed around.

At about 6pm we were on the road to Trout Lake. Somehow it takes so long to get there but not so long to get back. Anticipation I guess. No fish. One hit. Fish were there and sort of semi-jumping but not at what I was giving them -- root beer barrels, black flash bugger, mayfly spent dun and emerger. Switched from sinking line to floating line. Saw a few mayflies but not a massive hatch like last year. Still, it was a lovely evening. When the wind died down the lake was like glass and the sunset on the clouds reflecting on the lake was inspiring and I took many photos to see if I could paint that. Or break it down and figure it out. I guess that would be called deconstructed if I was a hipper more with-it person. Fished until 9:30pm. Back to the cabin at 10:30. Unpacked all our wet boats, wader, boots, flippers (Peggy forgot her flippers at home), and then ate. I took a shower in the worst shower ever for a cabin that cost this much. Barely any water, even less than the $0.25 showers in fleabag motels. Just wanted to get the lake water off of me in case I was getting an infection from the lake (paranoia).

We ate odds and ends of leftovers, olives, crackers, salami, cookies, and cheese.