25 August, Day Six
Malone Bay
I am sprawled on the shelter floor in panties and a tank top. I made the 10 miles this morning from Chippewa Harbor in calm seas and a north wind in my face only at the end. Lake Superior is 18 inches lower than last year; I had to walk my boat between Ross and Hat Islands. Otherwise we were aground. I saw another bald eagle; that makes 3 days running. The loons regularly tell me that I am crazy, alone on this big water in that small boat. Today I suggested to them that they notice that the waves were perfectly calm.
I’ve definitely decided to forgo paddling to Windigo, though I feel I could. I’m getting all that I desire on this trip without working that hard. The agenda for the next few moments is a swim, prelude to a nap. There’s been no one here for the last 2 hours, but a backpacker has just shown up, so the swim will be with clothing.
(Later) I can run, but I can’t hide. Even here, where the choices are limited, my mind goes round and round about what to do. Shall I sit or write or cook or nap or do camp chores? How can it be that in a setting so different that the habits of the mind are so much the same?
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