Packing up to go
We had a short paddle to the end of the lake on Day 2, and there were no waves.
Shortly after we put in we paddled by some cliffs. From here on in the shore was mostly large boulders with only a few microbeaches, in high water there'd be very few places to take out.
At midmorning we took a break at a pretty little beach.
And by noon after 2-1/2 hours paddling we reached our second camp at the outlet of the lake.
This campsite had a picnic table with a bench and a covered cook shelter protected from the wind and lots of nails to hang things up on. It looked like it was used more than the first camp.
There was supposed to be a trail along the river, but we could not find it, probably obliterated by all the blow down around the campsite.
The beach here is round cobble, rather than sand. At night the waves lapping on the shore sounded incredibly loud with the pebbles rolling around.
During the night all three of us were wakened by a loud rustling outside our tents. Dorothea thought it was a bear; I thought it was deer browsing. Whatever it was it didn't react to my banging on the tent walls, but when I turned my headlamp on it went away.
The next morning Dorothea and Sybille found holes nibbled in their dry bags they left outside their tent. Definitely not a bear. Possibly a pack rat? No wonder there were so many nails for hanging things up.
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