Just as we’re moving into winter here, it’s time to set aside times for next summer’s canoe trips….we’ve found some people like to give them as Christmas presents….an experience of wilderness is indeed the best gift!
There will be:
1. a mother/daughter trip the week of July 15th,
2. a Women’s Adventure Trip the week of July 22nd;
3. a “girls” Boundary Waters Trip the week of August 5th,
4. a youth trip for kids from Holy Apostles and St. John’s Episcopal the week of August 12th,
5. and a clergy women’s trip the week of August 19th.
Esme has been paddling in the Boundary Waters (well, sort of) since she was just over a year old, so it seemed like the time for her first overnight camping trip. We camped on Sawbill, and swam, sat in the sun, told stories, cooked and slept in a tent.
We always laugh that Esme knows EVERYONE in Grand Marais. As she and I ate breakfast after our camping night, a ranger came to check permits. She walked into camp and said, “Oh, hi Esme!”
We’re going to go back…longer next summer.
Esme in the Boundary Waters
One of our favorite places to paddle is onto Pigeon Bay, where the Pigeon River (the US/Canada border) flows into Lake Superior. When you are in Pigeon Bay you cannot see any houses, roads–it feels like going back 300 years!
Into Pigeon Bay
To get onto Pigeon Bay, you have to go through Canadian immigration and pick up the key from Canadian Customs. The you open the gate and head down to the river.
Lunch on a rock in Pigeon Bay…one of life’s great treats…..
Little Tucker Bernard Kallaus, my four month old grandson–came to visit at WindCradle this weekend. He loved the yurt!
Tucker loves the yurtHe also got to indulge in a waterfall shower near the falls on the Brule River with his mom and grandma.A waterfall shower at Judge Magney ParkHe saw Lake Superior, sat on some rocks. What could be more fun than introducing a new generation to the joys of the great north woods?!Sitting on the beach, looking at rocks…
This last week I decided that I needed a couple nights retreat: I heard it was going to storm Tuesday night so I decided to to stay in the new yurt instead of camping. What a storm it was! Being in the yurt with all the rain was quite dramatic, but not a drop came in…
Sleeping in the yurt, I had a sense of spaciousness–more than anywhere else I’ve ever slept. I guess it’s the circle and the high ceiling. And yet as someone said, “It’s cozy.”
nearby high falls post rain storm