This was our last morning on our trip. I woke up several times in the night. I don't wear a watch so I have always waited until I hear someone else up and moving around before I get up. I was so surprised to be awoken by a verbal "wake up call." I came out of the tent and could not believe that the other tents were already packed up and breakfast was ready. How did I (we) not hear all that commotion? I guess we stayed up too late talking. After a hearty breakfast of hot oatmeal with granola mixed in, we loaded the canoes and paddled toward our portage. We got there in a little over a half hour of paddling. Awww! I didn't want the trip to be over yet. How did it take us two hours to get to our campsite and only a half hour to get back? I helped unload the canoes and this time, I did not fall. I had fallen about 4 or 5 times during the course of this trip. My last fall was a backwards one. During the split second between when I knew I would fall and when I hit, I worried this one was going to hurt. Lucky for me, I fell just right into a chair shaped rock. The rock even had a backrest. Although my underwear was wet, it was strangely comfortable for a fall. While the canoes were tied down, I stood in the water of Brule Lake, unwilling to leave. Two yellow swallowtail butterflies fluttered around and landed on me. I wore them like beautiful brooches for quite a long time. Northern butterflies are trusting. I had a great vacation and I believe I learned enough skills to take someone else up there. Interested?
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