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The real question about today's POD: where is the mystery jug hidden in this picture?

I assure you, it's in there somewhere....

Jimbo 

Ah, today's POD shows one of my favorite campsites! 

The last time I was there I was shocked to see that some idiots had chopped a few live branches off of some of the cedar trees. 

On the brighter side, years earlier, I was camped solo there late in September.  It was an overcast, very chilly, and windy as hell Sunday afternoon.  I was trying to follow gameplay of the Minnesota Vikings through the heavy static on my tiny radio.  By half-time I was hungry.  So, I challenged myself to dodge waves & wind (in a relatively protected area nearby) to try to land a decent laker for my mid-day meal, yet be back in time to catch the balance of the game.  Conditions were gnarly and fast becoming far worse, so I had to hustle. Hunger had overcome my sense of caution... but this time I got lucky.

So it was that I was busy fixing the very nice eater-size lake trout that was sizzling in my big BWJ fry pan, listening to the 2nd half of the game, when I happened to look up from the flames at motion that caught my eye near the beach.  I was flabbergasted to see MagicPaddler blowing right into my camp. While we WERE supposed to hook up sometime that week, no way I figured Magic to battle big wind & waves on Pickerel all the way from French Lake THAT particular day. It was rough; REAL rough.

Anyway, I got over my shock at seeing him (did he have a death wish?) and hurriedly ran to beach to help him land before waves knocked him over. AS I am reaching for his hand to pull him ashore, INSTEAD of grabbing it, he sticks a cold plastic bottle into my outstretched fingers, saying "I brought you a present." He had filled it with cold beer just before he launched at French Lake and, somehow, managed to keep it cold during 3-4 hours of battling the waves.

Magic gladly helped me gobble down my lake trout - he deserved it - and I enjoyed the first and only beer I've ever had in Quetico.  That was our ONLY beer but - as is only appropriate since these ARE, in fact, PJ's sequence of PODs - I DO recall there being a jug of something else stashed away somewhere nearby on that beautiful sandy beach site.

A single picture but MANY great memories there!  Thanks for that.

Later,

Jimbo 

Jimbo wrote on May 21^st, 2024 at 6:43am:


The Canadian Riviera.  That is a nice site and we will likely be visiting mid July.  Alas, all whisky caches have been recovered sans one (Jean Lake, 1996). I'm sure that the 4oz. plastic jug has either been recovered by French fish pirates, the Lord Selkirk Boy Scouts, ST (who likely crawled across the ice to find it), an amphibian-mode polyhumper, or a PJ-stalking Holly Armstrong.

Great POD today!
A tri-level reflective shot, very cool!