Speaking of Jeff and what gives...
Zeb & I were supposed to drop some beer and a meal off for Jeff. We got about halfway down the river from Daisy to Misty and had passed a couple groups coming up from Misty. They said that Misty was empty. With the rain drizzling down and the prospect of 40km of paddling and 3km of portaging (the ports were mucky and Little Misty to Misty was reported as being really bad) we decided to disapoint. No sooner did we get back on Daisy, the skies opened up lovely and sunny. :/
So we owe Markus some beer and Jeff a campsite dinner. Jeff could have been on the lake, but no sites were occupied from the Pandion or South end portages where people were coming from.
For the record, we didn't keep all the beer for ourselves. We gave a bottle to these guys. They were funny. We offered and they looked at us, "You're kidding. This is some kind of cruel joke."
For what it's worth, the chicken likely didn't survive. We had our frozen saussages in the same cooler and they were 100% thawed and luke warm by the time we got on site. Nights were cold, but days were warm.
