I would and have shared a campsite if someone else needed a spot.  In June 2002, my brother and I were camped on an island in Beaverhouse and waiting for my teenage son and his two friends to take their ACT test and join us in two days.  After our group became five, we were ready to leave the next day and head east into the park.  Because there was a very strong wind from the east, we decided to wait until tomorrow to leave.  About mid day two "older men" probably about 60 pulled up to our campsite asking where the Ranger Station was on Beaverhouse.  They had put in at the parking lot for Beaverhouse.  I assumed they were rookies and in fact they were rookies because nobody should get very confused from the parking lot to the ranger station.  I told them where they were on the map and pointed out where the ranger station was.  I also suggested that we were staying put because we thought it was too windy to go any where.  They had rented canoes that were probably 15 foot and they were over loaded.  I pointed out to them that as soon as they left the leeward side of the island they would be taking the wind broadside and there were some good size white caps out on the lake.  Sure enough they didn't get 50 yards before they capsized.  My son and I got to watch the whole thing.  After they capsized, they were were trying to pull the canoe to shore and making no progress.  I ran to the shore and told them to forgot the canoe and get themselves out of the water.  They were wearing pfds and with some effort they managed to get to shore.  Meanwhile, the other four guys got into our canoes with pfds, of course, to go to the rescue.  My son and his friend tied a rope onto the capsized canoe and eventually got the canoe to shore.  My brother and his partner chased down a plastic bag of gear which was being blown across the lake.  In a fairly short time, we had them, their canoe and bag back on shore.  We allowed them to use our tent and our dry clothes.  The campsite we had was not very good and was picked primarily for the purpose of meeting the three boys after they completed their ACTs and could join us.  There was only an adequate campsite and a will do campsite.  They spent the night with us on the island, but had to make due with a lousy campsite.  We share dinner and breakfast with them.    The next morning they decided they had enough and decided not to go into Badwater Lake.  I had explained that the Badwater portage from Quetico Lake would be quite challenging.

We refer to the two men as the old men from Milwaukee.  I still remember one of the men telling me that when they were in the water and trying to pull the canoe to shore, that he heard me yell, forgot the #@!! canoe and get yourself to shore.  Before they left our island, I had volunteered that they could stay with us as crossing the lake could be dangerous.

Westwood