A view in the direction we will be paddling tomorrow. It doesn't look very good but Patty and I have given an optomistic weather forecast for the remainder of the trip. Note: Occasional wilderness interruption by commercial planes flying overhead tells us we haven't totally left civilization behind. Loons call at night and I hear some creature trying to dig at my bags outside my tent. I realized that I left my raincoat draped over the line just under the tarp, and if it gets windy will most likely end up blown off so I get up to go get it. While outside, I finally see something black, tiny and very fast go between a tree and Patty and Barry's tent. It is so quick, I can't even distinguish if it has a tail but am told in the morning it was probably a vole. All I know is it doesn't take long for the creatures to come out after we have gone in our tents for the night.