Overnight, it rained again and dropped a little further to 42 degrees.  Tent and hammock were damp as we packed them because there wasn’t enough breeze to dry things out.  That was OK by me.  Granola/oatmeal and toasted bagels for breakfast, and we headed out by about 10:30.

The 65r into Lake Two is steep, but another pretty portage trail.  I got a little confused coming into Lake Two from that direction, but using the “intentional error” form of navigation, didn’t have any problem finding the portage out toward Lake One.  There was a group of 5 gentlemen – two canoes and a stripper kayak - on the portage, so we layed off for a while, awaiting their departure.  One of the canoes and the kayak (the fellow had built it himself) got away, but it looked like the other canoe would be a few minutes, so we found a spot and started to unload.  After a brief argument about how to get over the rock that was blocking their egress, the other party left as we were heading across the portage. 

As we headed across the pond, another canoe arrived at the end of the Lake One portage.  I thought we might have to wait again, but by the time we got to shore, this canoe was loaded and headed into the pond.  We made our final portage of the trip, and everyone was very upbeat as we headed across Lake One.  Ethan had the map, and did most of the navigation out for us.  I was using Fisher; Ethan and Steve shared McKenzie’s. 

Arrived at the Lodge between 1:00 and 1:30; loaded, showered, and headed for Ely.  We stopped at the Wolf Center to leave our trash, and for Ethan to ask the question inspired by the biffy number at the Rifle Lake campsite – “Why do they number the biffies?”  Answer: It’s really the campsite number, and the biffy is used because it’s the best permanent way to mark the site in a place likely to be seen by those using it.