Those clouds looked heavy, too heavy

And there was a good explanation: they were full of rain. Lots of rain.

When we saw it coming, PK and I were fishing our aforementioned honey hole, a quarter mile portage from base camp. The action was good but once the wind whipped up we knew we had to book.

We humped the canoe back to Ensign as quickly as we could and a stiff wind blew at our backs as we paddled back to camp.

We weren't fast enough.

Everything got soaked in PK's tent, including his down sleeping bag. In the end, though, I managed to get a cooking fire going as PK toasted the good fishing.