We spend a little time hiking atop Lookout Point, but the place has lost a lot of the appeal it had the fist time we visited. There was more evidence of ancient aboriginal encampments. Recent visitors have marked out "tent rings" which makes it hard to know which are authentic. Some of the marked out areas seem much to small for tents and its possible that they might be marking out grave sites, but that's only speculation on our part. There's some garbage up top and the dregs of campfires. The mood we feel is matched by the weather.

For most of the day, we either catch up on our sleep or our reading. I'm already regretting having left an unfinished novel in the van back in Yellowknife. I'm hoping I can talk Deb into relinquishing her book before she's finished with it.

We force ourselves out of the tents to eat supper and socialize, but it's a chore. We talk about all the neat things we saw along the way to take our mind off the unpleasant weather.

It was an altogether dreary day. Deb says she's bored.