CREATION ENJOYED

 

My trip of a lifetime began with a riddle posed by my grandson Jacob.

“Two fathers and two sons visited the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. But only three people were in the canoe.”

Our oldest son Chad invited me to make the trip along with his son.

For four days and three nights we portaged and paddled on our way in and out of a campsite on ALLEN LAKE. (It is really there, check the map.)

Fish were caught and released, except for those we turned into a delicious meal. The beauty of God’s creation from sunrise to sunset filled us with awe and amazement. The night sounds of unspoiled wilderness entranced us but failed to prevent sleep.

Meals were enjoyed in spite of a burn ban. Hours were spent gazing into the ever-changing lake waters, enjoying the travels of minnows, fish, and a caddis fly in the larval stage camouflaging itself by taking possession of a hollow twig. Only at rare moments did we catch glimpses of other human travelers.

Downside—I was out-fished by my son and grandson.

Upside—I was out-fished by my son and grandson.

The final tally included seventeen Northern Pike, eight Perch, two Walleyes, and one Moose. (We did not try to catch the moose.)

Also, three happy campers.

Two fathers, and two sons.