The Perfect Campsite on a Starry Night

We camped on Thursday night on a little point just to the west of Snowshoe Bay/Island, straight across from the island. We got there at about 7 pm. I had set up camp in advance with Uncle Sean's help, and everyone went out to wish us farewell in the guide boat. I think I "slept" about two hours. The boys seemed to rest pretty well, but I heard EVERYTHING, and despite my experience camping in the woods, I still am a bit of a chicken. Plus, your sense of reality is warped when you are tired and half sleeping/half-awake and dreaming of all the unusual wild animals that are within a mile or less of your camp (moose, wolves, black bears, and boaters with mullets and fireworks). In all, it was worth the slight discomfort. Our weather was ideal, and Jack learned to enjoy his new-found "freedoms" of being a camper and swimmer. Mike built us an awesome fire!