June 19, 2005 Midnight Cove to Midnight Cove Day 111
Today we failed at fishing. We anchored off a steep-to beach 10 miles from Midnight Cove that was exposed to the west wind that was now intensifying. But it was the best anchorage to get us near the lake and rivers we wished to fish in. Ryan and I found a cabin that had a lock on the door, the first I’ve seen. Generally all the remote cabins I’ve seen up here are left open in case people desperately need to use them, with a small supply of wood and canned food. It seems to be an unwritten law of the land, and people are good about leaving food and chopping more wood. Fishing poles in hand, we threaded our way through the woods for several miles to the lake. After giving several moments pause to rest by the water we exchanged distressed glances. A massive cloud of mosquitos, flies and biting gnats hovered about us. “Really bad, dude”. “This is going to factor into our fishing.” We immediately fled the lake and returned to the beach, after making one cast as the bugs flew into our eyes, throats, and bit our hands. We returned to Midnight Cove somewhat discouraged, but it was still an amazing hike anyways, good to stretch the legs and work the lungs.
