Camped on island site on North Bay of Basswood one very warm July day. Four of us on a layover day just passing a lazy afternoon. Three of us sitting in the shade when we realized that our fourth hadn't been seen in awhile. Both canoes accounted for; nobody snoozing in a tent. Where could he be? Called out: no answer. Quick check of shoreline; nope. All fishing gear accounted for. Finally found him about 50 yards away on the far side of the island. Wearing only his BVDs, he was lying on his back in shallow water with his head propped on a small flat rock, his hands folded over his chest, hat slightly over his brow...absolutely sound asleep and snoring like a chainsaw.
I remember laughing so hard my stomach hurt.