Mine for lunch had us exploring the tailing piles and checking out the campground. It was an interesting area, most unlike a lot of the campsites on the island. It was deep in the woods off any lakes and the high canopy with lush short undergrowth made it quaint in its own way.
We pushed on to the Greenstone, the backbone of Isle Royale and then felt like we were absolutely flying. There we found wide, clear trails with gentle rolling ups and downs and the breeze kept us cool and moving our fastest pace of the trip thus far. It is apply named as there were numerous put stops on large stones, and we were constantly surrounded by a sea of green undergrowth and high birch and aspen white trunks.
The last .3 of a mile into South Desor felt like the longest stretch of the day, and we were happy to have solitude until another party of 3 strolled in after 9 p.m. and accidentally walked right up on our tent. We had been asleep and got quite a startle as they clambered around. However, in the morning, we had a nice chat with them and could clearly tell they had a rough day and were considering turning around and calling it quits back to Windigo. The water at Lake Desor was once again terrible. It had a mildew smell and was unpalatable by my standards. We had carried extra water anticipating it and boiled all water longer, but were still clearing that taste out of our filter for the next week of the trip. A light rain fell on us in the morning, but didn’t make packing up too bad. It was another happy reminder that we were glad to be headed to shelter at Malone and out of the thunderstorms that were upon us. It was to be yet another long day of hiking to end our 2nd weeklong stretch in June.