From our seats under the tarp it appeared there was a pretty good trail heading in the right direction and along the bottom of the narrow draw between two ridges.  It needed some small rotten fallen timber moved aside and pushing through thinly scattered brush but the track was generally apparent and led about 40 rods to a short floating bog end on Magie Lake.  We lucked out to end up on the shore we did; once into the lake we could see an impenetrable wall of fallen Cedars stacked like cordwood on the other side of the bay.  
We paddled out onto Magie Lake and immediately saw the small island which is basically the only good campsite on the lake, and its very nice fire place.  It was fully overcast again and began to sprinkle.  We paddled the rough perimeter of the lake and quickly determined that the island was the place to be.  Back to the island and set up our tents and tarps out of the wind on a nice open rock deeply covered with moss and lichens. Hung out all our soaking wet stuff on lines.  The wind was blowing into the nice fire place so we stole a couple rocks from it and made a small fire on the side of the island our tents were at.
Mike found the message jar hidden among the rocks of the fire place.  Several messages from Stumpy and other explorers were there to read.
We had the lake to ourselves for the time being.
On day three we spent a while considering how we would approach finding a trail toward our Bushwack destination over breakfast and coffee.  The guys wanted to try a small creek and drainage to get a jump on the distance over land and a good sized ridge.  This was discussed in the notes of the message jar and not recommended by those who had tried it.  I decided I was just going straight north to the next little lake through the woods.  The guys started out ahead of me, I followed after tidying up camp and hanging the food; by the time I reached the shore I would explore they were there and had found a place to get out of the kayaks.
They were well up the hill, the first section of the trail under big Cedars and going uphill under big Birch and Aspen was fairly open and finding our way through that was not difficult.  Soon however the hill turned into a very steep ridge and the guys were ranging around for a route with some switch-backs to allow a diagonal trail up the face.  We were marking the route with survey ribbon and I came along behind the guys and smoothed out the sharp corners and streamlined the route.  Again we were following game trails which generally were the easiest route up/down the hill.  We moved rotten downed wood to clear part of the trail and ended up stepping over a lot of bigger downed tree trunks which were too big to move.  Once to the crest of the ridge it leveled out under large Birch and Aspen and became clearer for walking.  A slight downhill stretch took us into a mossy wet slough and a beaver "run" with enough water to float the kayaks out to the open water while we balanced gingerly on floating bog.  It took the better part of the day to locate the trail so we returned to camp and would portage our gear on day four.
The earlier part of the day was somewhat clear but over the course of the afternoon it clouded up again and began to rain toward dinner time.  As we had dinner we noticed our first company, two guys in an aluminum canoe.  It was raining and getting late so they paddled by without stopping and found a site down the lake.  Dan and Mike had to go scout them out after dinner and shared enough words to determine it was Stumpy who had arrived.  The guys were in a panic, they had set a goal to be the first ones to the Bushwack lake and now here was serious competition!  They made a plan to get going early (not the usual for them  :)) the next morning to ensure being first over the portage.