So... thus far we have spent basically one full 24 hour period in Bog River, set-up camp at two locations about 4 miles apart, paddled about 12 miles, drank two warm PBRs, been bitten by dozens of mosquitoes and leaches - including a large family of which Bill took a liking to and wanted me to just let them suck my blood in peace (no way!). Now we are into day three. The weather is nice, not great... just nice. Cloudy but warm. A day trip further up river and lunch on a little peninsula. The kids are having a great time! We arrive back at site 11 and start dinner... chili. Dinner tastes great, add some wine and the last of the PBRs and off to bed. Oh, mixed in there is a wood gathering trip across the river by Bill and I. We absolutely fill my canoe and are forced to but, are more than willing, swim back dragging the canoe. The cool fresh water is so nice after all the sweaty work.
So, back to the end of the evening... all are in bed and the rain begins. All night, all day and all night! It wasn't all bad. I had enough scotch in my coffee by noon to be comfortably numb. I battled the rain and managed to get a fire going (try finding dry kindling after 16 hours of rain!) which lasted into the night. The fire was such a necessary source of warmth and entertainment for the adults and the kids. I think we all would have gone a little crazy. I reached my ropes end at about 8:30PM. As we are starting the tarp the rain picks up our tent fly had reached saturation point and was dripping inside, the floor was leaking and a puddle was forming in the corner. Shelly helped me string up a tarp over our tent but, water was running down the inside of my sleeves, that was it! It was all too much. We had run out of warm PBR's so there was little left to numb the nerves. I was definitely into leaving the next day regardless of the weather. We had talked about staying if the sun came out but, I don't think any amount of sun would have dried out everything and EVERYTHING was soaked!
The next morning was easier. The rain had slowed to an occasional drizzle and after the 30 hours of downpour this was nothing. We packed up everything not caring too much about dirt and pine needles. I think our tent had doubled it's weight when bagged with all the moisture and organic material. Luckily the alcohol(well, maybe not so lucky) and water had been consumed so we evened out the weight gained and lost to balance the canoe. We made it to the dam, portaged and then a quick stop for lunch, cold of course. Didn't even bother taking off the rain jackets and life jackets. We finished with a leisurely paddle back and off to Rochester. Whew, what a trip.