I had to spit into the water and try to follow it....just to determine current direction in that mess.  GPS told me it was only 1/2 mi to 10th CW lake....how hard could that be?  I'll just plan on dragging through this junk...stop and spit every 5 minutes to be sure I'm going in the right direction.  Well, the water never got over a few inches, but the muck got 2-3 ft deep in some sections.  30 minutes later I was getting educated....now short a sandal....left deep in the muck somewhere...I had only progressed 1/4 mi....was cut up from those dang reeds on the 'tails.....wet to my chest from dragging and falling.....and to boot, I still had not found open, navigable water.....still stuck down in the 8ft tall reeds.

I decided to find a shoreline.  Perhaps I could walk shore, dragging the Prism (no yoke remember)...no luck...thick woods and poison ivy and muck.  I dumped the boat (forgot to leave a GPS mark) and figured I'd find a way through the woods to my target....10th CW lake.  Followed game trails for 15 minutes, busted through alder thickets and poison ivy, barefoot, cut and bleeding....off in the distance I could percieve the horizon opening to 10 CW lake!

Back to my boat...but where was it?  Why wouldn't I leave a waypoint where I stashed it?  After 20 minute walking and searching, I stumbled upon my craft.  But now I had wasted 2 hours and there was no way I could get to 6th CW (home), let alone 7th CW road (my early pickup spot should I call the wife with aborted attempt)....before nightfall.  Should I reach 10th CW, I still had to navigate a shorter section of river to 9thCW lake!  For all I knew....that section of river was likely the same.