Just before the Jessup enters the lake, Dug Mountain Brook flows in and there is a nice picnic spot (no camping) and a waterfall at the inlet. We hiked upstream another quarter-mile to yet another waterfall and fished our way down. This was a bony stream with few pools. But, it was a nice spot just the same and we had lunch and met up with two of our crew who went in the day prior and set up camp.
They picked a winner of a campsite in selecting No. 52, the last one in Jessup Bay. Indian Lake is narrow here and the campsite was on a small point with a beach, two picnic tables, two privies and a sweet view up the lake. We gathered a plethora of wood and enjoyed a large fire throughout the night as we dined on venison, beans and potatoes along with a box of wine. Before I knew it the night was over and I was in my tent, which was set up on the beach.
Morning also came early and we had breakfast, coffee and all the fixings, then broke camp and loaded up for what would be a gorgeous 4-mile paddle up Jessup Bay. We’d then have to head south another 3 miles back to the boat launch.
I can’t say enough about Jessup Bay. It’s narrow, serene and has plenty of campsites. Between us we had nine lines out at one time or another loaded up with various flies, spoons and spinners in hopes of picking up a lake trout or salmon, without any luck. We enjoyed the paddle while we could because what happened next could’ve been a major inconvenience.
When we drove down Route 30 the day prior, we could see there was still some ice in the middle of the lake but the shorelines were open. Admittedly, we chanced it. Now here we stood at campsite No. 39 looking across a sheet of ice at the boat launch 3 miles away.