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Ahhh, fond memories. That's what happens when you're young, dumb and invincible. We were fishing all day too. When it began to get dark, we began looking for a site as we fished until it started to rain and got black to the point we were paddling by flashlight.

Reminds me of my first/last/only solo trip I ever did.  BWCA, 1991 I think.  It started raining too.  I pulled my canoe up onto the floating bog on Koma Lake, extracted a tarp, sleeping pad and sleeping bag, pushed the pack up to bow, laid the pad on the bottom of the canoe, crawled in the bag and pulled the tarp over me and the canoe.  I think my face is still a little swollen from the mosquito feast.