Back at camp frantically searching for my "Shit Kit" I see a faint light in the distance through the woods. I look harder at it and realize it is the bathroom light shining under the door. I sprint as fast as I can to the bathroom using every bit of strength to get there before release, it felt like a personal victory when I made it. I was a bit disappointed though while sitting on the toilet when I looked up and there was a Share a book shelf, I didn't grab some reading material.
Went back to camp and had the best few more hours of sleep. Got up in the morning and Isaiah and I are discussing the terrible rain storms of the evening. I tell the story of my poop while we are starting to pack up. Doug wakes up and gets out of his tent, "Wow it is really dewy out here". He never heard the storm, had no idea it ever happened.
We packed up and headed out. Our first stop was a gold mine. Sounded exciting till we got there and it turned out to be a modern strip mine. Not very exciting.
After the gold mine we put on some miles to the town of Wawa.
Wawa is known for this goose. You can see in the above picture Isaiah creeping in the brush photographing some wild hipsters in front of the goose.
Another stop to look at water at Magpie Falls.
Old woman's bay.
I was testing the zoom on my camera.
This is Gargantua Bay. There is a sunk ship here that can be seen from shore but it was a three mile hike in to see it and we were running out of time, so sadly we didn't get to see it.
Agawa Pictograph site. This was a stop that we were looking forward to. Just to be able to see the Pictographs in person was something amazing.
Getting out to them was pretty dangerous.
You can see Isaiah here holding a chain to keep from slipping down the slope into the water. You can also see anchored ropes running into the water incase you do happen to fall in.
I took this picture to show the height of the cliff above me not realizing that there are Pictographs above that I caught in the shot.
This was a really cool stairway carved out of the rock in the crack on our way back to the bikes.