TomT -
Stu was sort of surprised to see me "still in the park." He had heard from Mark Zup that we had gone in a couple days before the previous trip he was guiding. He was heading out of the park with a SECOND group when I ran across him. His group was relatively small due to some last-minute no shows. He indicated "good fishing" on Crooked but was anxious to hear about my experiences on Conmee & Suzanette... of which there were none. Mark Zup had warned me that Conmee has been "slow" this year, the hot lakes being Wicksteed & Darky, according to him.
jimmar -
Sounds like we both have had excellent rehab experiences re: hip surgery! I had been pushing "core strengthening" extremely hard since my surgery in January. Since then, I've added a strong cardio component... easier now that I'm not limping around. I, too, get some "discomfort & stiffness" that goes away with some activity.
Hey, watch out for those "snow flies" in the Porcupine Mountains. I hear those little beggars can really bite (on a par with canoe flies).
OS -
You're right; you shouldn't mess around with chest pains. I figured my sister-in-law would haunt me forever if I managed somehow to snuff out her husband immediately after he retired and she had him to herself! On the other hand, my brother accused me of "colluding" with her in a sinister plot to nab the company life insurance policy money which was still in effect until the end of July!
I suppose if she had been willing to split the proceeds I might have been willing to tackle Magic's "mountain goat" approach via Wicksteed.
ST -
DentonDoc took quite a spill on one of those landings, trying to reload his vessel on a major incline (well, in this case, "decline"). For the most part, we did a good job of helping each other out in those spots. My brother & I blew it that time, however.
If nothing else, it slowed DD down some so we were better able to keep up.
About all I can say about our Day #1 is: 1) we survived, and 2) I'm sure as heck glad that MagicPaddler wears a bright orange hat wherever he goes. Otherwise, I might have missed him entirely when we finally arrived on Darky Lake!
We DID have a very good time, though I wish I had the smarts of Pine Knot's son, Matt, who brought the best possible defense versus the notorious ankle biters/canoe flies... a fly swatter! Even my ankle net socks couldn't keep them from biting me. Had to wear a heavy pair of socks underneath for them to do any good. I had almost forgotten how badly I hated those little SOB's....
Jimbo