Crashing through dense brush with a canoe on my head and a cloud of black flies chewing liberally on my face, I realized this was not the portage trail used by most to get from Embryo Lake to Upper Ha
We holed up in Mike Inlet for the afternoon, hoping the building seas would calm. The 4 p.m. forecast came around on the VHF but didn't bring the news we wanted. A big Nor-Wester was coming.