We had our shortest day hike from Chickenbone Lake to Lake Richie -- a mere four miles. We got there before noon and rested a bit. The day was bright and breezy, and the fishermen among us got down to work. While they were practicing their best lines, I took a look at the empty group campsite next to us. It was there that Deanne and I spent a whole day with our Venturers in the rain in 1999. Looking at that exact spot, and looking out from that spot, took me back to that day. I missed her so much, but she seemed closer to me that day than on any other part of our trip.
Meanwhile, there were lines in the water. The fish started biting. In the end, four Northern Pike had met their match. We had a feast that night of fried pike, mashed potatoes, crackers, and cherry cheesecake. We were so full up on food that we had to go find some of our neighbors, some Scouts and a tagalong family, and invite them to come eat our fish.
It was a great day all around, and the apogee of our trip.