After spending four nights travelling and camping between islands on Amisk Lake, I'm feeling lethargic—if not, a little seasick. The group's brains and bodies are thoroughly cooked, but there is still one last stop we absolutely need to make...

The limestone crevices of Amisk Lake, southwest of Flin Flon, are only a few minutes away. We had planned to camp for one more night, but the motivation fades when I see my grim reflection in the car window. I'm greasier than a carny charging five bucks a corndog. Imagine a sunburned Tom Hanks in Castaway, if all he had sustained on steady supplies of Pilsner and fried chicken. This will be our last stop before heading home.