Mostly cloudy, windy, a threat of rain looms, we have breakfast and decide to day trip to Sebeka Lake. We pack fishing,rain gear and lunch. We paddle off, find the portage easily and soon realize that this a more demanding portage than most. It has a lot of stepping over boulders, turns etc. It is slow going but we are in no rush, we get there. Sebeka Lake is quite nice, a beautiful view is had from the end of the portage,as we put in and begin our paddling. Although small and without campsites we want to view it closely. We are of course heading right into the wind. I am trolling and we pick up a number of 15" - 21" Northerns. As we pass a cove I find an entrance into a yet smaller unnamed body of water, that will be a story for another time. Things certainly look a bit more accessible on Flash Earth, that is for sure. Sebeka, as I have indicated has no campsites, yet I see a couple of areas that look very inviting. Yes, I guess I am questioning the Forest Service as to why wouldn't this lake, as well as a few others in this area be appointed one site each? Keep the number of permits the same but spread them with sites on lakes that have no campsites? I know this thought needs to be stored in the part of the brain that realizes "greater minds than yours have figured this out". The lake does have a wilderness feel to it and that may be the answer to my question. We enjoy our paddle and fishing, only Northerns and a few perch are caught. As a light rain begins, we paddle back, finally wind assisted, to the portage to Banadad where a large pine tree keeps us out of the rain for the moment. I make a temporary cover and we have lunch, peanut butter and jelly and our own gorp. We both remark how pretty this area is even with cloudy/rainy skies. Lunch and rest are completed, we begin our trek back. While this portage is tougher it just requires time to negotiate the turns and rocks for solid foot placement. As we set the canoe back on Banadad, we paddle around in the light shower checking out a few areas of interest and decide to head back to Skipper Lake in the morning, spend the night and take the long portage Friday morning. Wednesday night dinner was Spaghetti with meat sauce and boy it hits the spot. I love pasta and tonight's is quite good. After clean up and organizing for a quick departure in the morning, Bette says she is going down by the water and check out a moosey looking area. Within minutes I hear her hiss to me, I quickly move down to her side and pick up some movement, it is a cow moose that has come out and is feeding. After a couple of minutes it slowly goes back into the woods. This has been a great lake and perfect campsite. We have seen a beaver close up, the resident Loon, 2 Moose, a bear and only 2 people in the distance. We celebrate our final night on Banadad, I have my favorite cigar with my bourbon, Bette an extra glass of a new found favorite box Chardonnay, "Hardy". About 11:30PM, I awaken to thunder, big thunder, Bette remarks how she cannot believe how I have slept thru the last 30 minutes. While the lightening is frequent, what I do note is the growing intensity of the rain. It begins to downpour as hard as I can ever remember. There is no way with the noise that the rain makes hitting the tent that anyone could fall back to sleep. An hour passes, I know the ground, no matter how dry cannot absorb rain at this rate. About 15 minutes later, I put my hand on the floor and just as I feared, the floor was floating wherever there wasn't something on top it. I felt it was just a matter of time until things would get wet and very uncomfortable. But everything stayed dry, the tub floor held the water out completely. I have a new found respect for Mountain Alps Tents. As the rain let up we fell back to sleep. Mike our outfitter told us later that 2.5 inches of rain fell in less than 3 hours from this late night storm. When I praised his choice of tent, he smiled.