Never has the Quetico heard so many Disney tunes, sung with so many different lyrics, at so many hours of the day! We woke up to very loud loons most mornings, and went to bed to somewhat quieter loons each night. We watched a pair of bald eagles whose nest was just across a little bay from us. We ate lots of very tasty wild blueberries. We paddled through rivers of lily pads.
We got many scrapes, cuts and bruises. We drank a lot of lake water. We laughed. We slept. We thrived!
My sister Deb and I talked a lot about how thankful we were that our mom began this tradition of going to the Boundary Waters/Quetico. She had to be almost 50 when she started going in, and she proceeded to make trips for 20+ years. I believe she was 71 when she made her last trip in. Molly, Nina and I were privileged to take two trips in with her. She taught us so much about how to thrive in the wilderness - how to eat well and pack light. Because of my mom's adventurous spirit, Molly has now been into the Boundary Waters/Quetico FIVE times. She was only nine when she went for the first time, and even then she was portaging Duluth packs. Now she can portage a canoe like a pro.
I am hoping this is a tradition that will continue for many, many years!
Three tents, three hammocks
Lots of trees and rocks
And you should see their muscles now after the trip!
Free water massage
Looking down on our campsite - we're at the cleared spot across the bay
A little rock jumping after lunch
Our view every night
The happy campers waiting for our tow