dd,

Um, I might have left out a few details here & there.  

One such detail would be how Matunik, my son Ben, & I came crawling back to your island stronghold on Wrist Lake after we "failed" in our attempt to rescue Kingfisher, Magic Paddler & company from their passage through Hell.  Truly, you graciously granted us space in our hour of need.  

During a nasty storm, we left dd in peace & tried getting through all those charred matchstick-like downed trees that obliterated the (alleged) portage over to the lakes where we thought Darrel & Co might be.  Try as we might, my crew eventually gave up, returned to Wrist Lake.  Once back there, still in the pouring rain, we checked out every lousy excuse for a crappy campsite on Wrist Lake before we returned, hat in hand, to interrupt your peaceful (& much deserved) solitude & beg for tent space.  

The next day, when Darrel & Co finally DID crash through that horrible mess - looking like refugees from the great Chicago Fire or some bombed-out building in Beirut - THEY ended up on one of those miserable lousy excuses for a crappy campsite on Wrist Lake.  VERY nice lake.  VERY crappy campsites (due to all the blowdowns).

Anyway, dd's generous hospitality eliminated a mounting mutiny amongst my small crew that day.  I think he may have slipped them some cocktails, too (every little bit helps when trying to calm down a riot).  As I recall, we had the opportunity to return the favor over on Bunny Lake during that mega-storm on our next-to-last day (the one which produced those killer tornadoes nearby).

I don't recall if we still had any cocktails left to offer you when you arrived, however, dd.  Seems to me we had already drained the "phantom jug" I had produced a little earlier on the trip over on Mexican Hat Lake.

Is this version closer to the truth?

Jimbo   8-)