Bill, Dad, and I headed off to Knife Lake early Monday morning. It’s about an hour and a half drive to get to the entry point, and then it took another 7 1/2 hours of paddling and portaging to get to our campsite. Camping in the BWCA is unlike any other activity. Certainly, you must go on your own will, or it won’t be enjoyable. It’s hard work to get there, full of mosquitoes, and carries the possibility of sunburn or cold rain. There are no motors, no extra conveniences. But it’s wonderful. Part of what I love about camping in the Boundary Waters is being reminded to appreciate what I have and to continue working at simplifying my life.
This trip was as nice as the others have been. I swam quite a few times, read my book, and just relaxed.
I took great pride in having worn these same pants every day of the trip. How many places can you get away with that?
Wowsers… I never realized how remote the Boundry Waters are, I am impressed that you all paddled 7 1/2 hours! I am not sure I could do it… the scenery is beautiful though. And I love that you wore the same pants each day!
ALASKA…that is where you can wear your pants over and over and over….hee 🙂 I look forward to paddling someday with you and Bill…LOVE your photos…they are fantastic…
Back to work… YIPPEE!
C.O., Harold and I went camping last weekend and I came home wondering the same thing. Why do we enjoy camping so much? It was chilly, the mosquitoes were there in swarms and cooking was a pain. When we came home, we couldn’t wait to do it again. “It was so much fun,” we said. Harold had a great time except for learning what smoke in your eyes is all about.
–AnnMarie