A stiff headwind slowed our progress as we paddled west down Crooked Lake. We hopped from island to island, taking shelter from the wind and waves when possible. As we neared the end of the lake the steady rumble Curtain Falls drowned out the wind.
A cool mist from the falls, driven by the wind, cooled us as we portaged past. There are few portages in the Boundary Waters as pretty as the portage between Crooked Lake and Iron Lake. Between the falls, rapids and the towering pines that line the trail, it’s hard to beat.