I was surprised by how quickly we cooked breakfast and broke camp. Without rushing we were off inside of an hour. As we headed back to the Greenstone Ridge Trail, the trail crew who had camped next to us headed out as well. I'd noticed their flags yesterday and the recent work on some sections of the trail.

The trail was surprisingly boggy for being on top of a ridge, but the rocky soil traps much of the water and we took to counting the number of boards making up each boardwalk section. As we headed higher up the ridge I watched the map waiting for us to come to the unmarked summit of Mount Desor. I walked off trail to hit one of the possible highest points on the ridge to claim another National Park highpoint. There were no views as the entire ridge top is forested, but we did have a steep drop down to Lake Desor.

We took the side trail to the lake so we could stock up on some more water. Then we headed back to the ridge and other climb up to Ishpeming Point. We stopped for lunch under the fire tower. Unfortunately, the tower was locked up so we couldn't get any views over the trees.

A little further on we found some hiker-created side trails leading to bald areas with decent views of Siskiwit Lake and Bay south of us, the lakes Hatchet and Desor north of us, and Lake Superior surrounding everything.

We arrived at Hatchet Lake to find another trail crew at work improving the drainage on the trail into the campground. Our 2:30 arrival time gave us our pick of a few spots remaining. We both soaked our feet in the somewhat warmer waters of Hatchet Lake while we admired the lake's near rectangular shape and steep, birch covered sides. I hoped this would be a good vantage point for spotting moose later tonight or in the early morning hours.

I found out today's 13.6 mile hike was the longest Grant had ever done with a backpack. Tomorrow would be another 13+ mile day, but not quite as long.

The mosquitoes were somewhat annoying, so we spent some of the afternoon just hiding out in the tent reading, napping and writing in our journals.

Unfortunately, our run of clear weather days was also producing un-dramatic sunsets and our moose vigil came up empty.