The drive to Sawbill had a couple hiccups. First, Mike doesn’t look at all like the baby faced, clean cut kid in his passport photo.  “Move further up front.”  “Put your hair behind your ears.”  The border agent made some unusual requests before she was convinced that this is the very same fellow.  All is ok though and we are on our way.

Next, GPS Betsy is unrelenting in sending us some back forest road route to the lake. The road goes from paved to gravel, ok we expected that, to rutted gravel to two-track with grass growing in the middle.  We didn’t expect that.  We found a wide spot (a very wide spot since we are in the entire rig, trailer and all) and make a U-turn.  We ignore Betsy’s urgings to continue on the two-track and call the outfitter for best directions.  Surprise, best path is NOT the one Betsey is insisting on.  The new route is still 20 miles on gravel but its good gravel road and there are no more issues.  We check in, pick up (sort of) dry packs then begin collecting and packing up gear for an early start tomorrow