BWCAW 1998

Boundary Waters 1998

This page is dedicated to my Mom. Who at the age of 51 years young, experienced the Boundary Waters Wilderness for the first time.

"We need the tonic of wildness. We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander." ...Thoreau

Campfire Katie

On the first night it became apparent that Mom was going to tend the fire and cook the meals. Here she is cooking steaks on a stick for dinner. It's our first night and real meal in the Boundary Waters.

Our tent site was back in the woods, snuggled between the towering white pines. Though it took us some time to figure out how to set up the tent, we were able to finish before night fell upon us despite our laughter.

Our Humble Home

Rocky Coastline

The waves lapped up against the rocks on the shoreline the entire second day. It was cold as the wind blew directly into camp. At first, I regretted our choice of campsites.

As the 2nd day came to completion, the winds died down and we witnessed a beautiful sunset.

Gillis Lake Sunset

Day turns into Night

As the sun set, the sky gaves us a spectacular show of colors. We went to bed anticipating a new day filled with sunshine and good paddling. Unfortunately we were greeted with a cold rain. As we paddled through Tuscorora Lake, we opted to head back to the outfitters for a warm shower and dry clothes. We hoofed in through the 366 rod Tuscorora portage in pouring rain only to be greeted by high winds at Missing Link Lake.

We then arrived at Round Lake, only to be greeted by a torrential downpour and then snow accompanied by thunder and lightening. We decided to wait it out , even though we could see the outfitter's landing just across the lake. I was quoted as saying "F**king Wilderness". Shortly thereafter the rain eased up and we made for the other side of the lake heading directly into the waves. It seemed like we'd never get to the other side, but somehow we made it.

I look back at my experience as one of great joy. I helped to fulfill my mom's lifelong dream of canoeing in the Boundary Waters and was able to share three of the best days of my life with my Mom, Katie George.

Thanks Mom! - CG

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Campfire Katie	On the first night it became apparent that Mom was going to tend the fire and cook the meals. Here she is cooking steaks on a stick for dinner. It's our first night and real meal in the Boundary Waters.
Our tent site was back in the woods, snuggled between the towering white pines. Though it took us some time to figure out how to set up the tent, we were able to finish before night fell upon us despite our laughter.	Our Humble Home
Rocky Coastline	The waves lapped up against the rocks on the shoreline the entire second day. It was cold as the wind blew directly into camp. At first, I regretted our choice of campsites.
As the 2nd day came to completion, the winds died down and we witnessed a beautiful sunset.	Gillis Lake Sunset
Day turns into Night	As the sun set, the sky gaves us a spectacular show of colors. We went to bed anticipating a new day filled with sunshine and good paddling. Unfortunately we were greeted with a cold rain. As we paddled through Tuscorora Lake, we opted to head back to the outfitters for a warm shower and dry clothes. We hoofed in through the 366 rod Tuscorora portage in pouring rain only to be greeted by high winds at Missing Link Lake.