The campground was great. Only a handful of other campers were seen during our visit. No water, no electricity, and a couple of miles of gravel road ensured a quiet time.
The only sounds at night under the tall red pines were the calls of loons, a crackling fire, and whippoorwills.
|Starrett Lake, Wisconsin|
|Starrett Lake Campground.|
|Megan and I out in the canoe.|
|This Smallmouth Bass fell for a buzzbait. Catch and release.|
|Megan, my daughter, working a Zara Spook.|
Everything unpacked and set up to find the tragedy of not having any sugar for my coffee! How could it have been missed from being packed. I bet Rambo wished he had a sugar cube in his knife to wash down the worms he ate for breakfast. Our front-country car campground breakfast included fried potatoes with onions, bacon,eggs, and strong black coffee.
The time we spent and the things we experienced was well worth every ounce of effort put forth on our expedition and memories that will last a lifetime.