|Nick, Elaina, Me, Steve. Notice our official Survivor Buffs!|
We got back yesterday from a 4 night stay in the Boundary Waters. It was awesome. I'm not much of a camper, but when a wilderness expert invites you to go, you go. Steve and Nick are both into videography, so that was the focus (pun alert) of the trip. Elaina and I paddled the boys around as they filmed our majestic surroundings.
|When he wasn't paddling, it was like this.|
The weather was amazing. The absence of wind and rain made for easy paddling and relaxing days at camp. We soaked up a lot of sun. I managed to avoid the cold, dark, glassy water all but once, knowing I would not last without at least one attempt at bathing. I just don't like not being able to see what - or who - I'm swimming with.
|The most perfect day.|
I mentally prepared for bugs. Mosquitoes tend to feast on me, stupid little devils. We were relieved to have few insect-related issues - nothing a little deet (100 proof), optional head nets, and shelter during sundown couldn't handle.
The only struggle I had was with portaging. Never have I felt more physically challenged, nearly incapable. Having 1/2 my body weight strapped to my back over rough terrain was a shock to my system, which turned into controlled rebellion. Elaina, on the other hand, carried a canoe on her shoulders through our hardest and longest portage - she's tiny, but crazy-strong. I am a noodle.
|The smiley end of the portage.|
Nick planned and prepared all of our meals. Everything we ate was delicious and filling. I'll post a few pictures and recipes soon. We were never denied morning coffee, hallelu. Our drinking water came from the lake, then was run through a simple filtering system. It actually tasted pretty good and not like dirt or iron, though I did opt to add lemon Gatorade powder for flavor.
The bathroom situation. Here's how it goes: Apply bug spray and announce to your camp mates where you're going. Don't forget to bring the TP. Follow the little trail to a remote pot in the middle of the forest - there it is. Try not to look, simply swat the flies away. Sit down. Greet the chipmunk who is staring you down from a nearby tree. Try to relax, while being as fast and efficient as possible.
Even being way out of my comfort zone, I had a wonderful time. To be in enveloped in nature, completely unplugged, is something special. There is a great sense of accomplishment that comes with this type of adventure (or "vacation" as some call it). I would do it again. Maybe not this year, but sometime.
|Paddle. Rest. Repeat.|