5 hours in the saddle gets us to Ignace and the Davey Campground. As a guide at Bending Lake throughout my university days, Ignace was the closest fly in point, probably only 25 miles as the crow flys. The southerly fly in point was Ft. Francis, Ontario, a resort town on the US border just opposite International Falls, Minnesota. This was a hub of course for all the "you alls", itching to get at our abundance of pike, pickerel, lake trout, bear and moose.
Gin has some history here too, as this is where we spent our honeymoon. No Bali, Las Vegas, Hawaii, like they do now: this was a solid tenting, fishin, float planning, campfire cooking, Black Tower drinking extravaganza. What a girl and she'd do it again. We softened up our "moon" a little the last couple of days and accepted an invitation from my old boss to stay in the lodge and dine with the rest of the guests. The fishing was fabulous and Gin caught one of the biggest lake trout I have ever seen come out of Middle Bay. It now hangs proudly on the wall of her parents cabin on the Red River with a gold inscription below...."The Honeymoon Trout".
We loose another hour today (our third since leaving Whistler), and dinner time conversation revolves around stories of days gone by and tomorrow's 102 km ride through lake country to Upsala.
