All photos of me by Nancy J. Spiegel Rosman.
This will be the cover photo of the book I will create for us about our journey.
Trip #18 to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness was a blast! My sister and I said, “Best trip ever!” Of course, we say that every time. We had ten days of fun and adventure with lots of sisterly laughter while canoeing, portaging, and camping. It’s back to the basics in its most beautiful form.
A new fav site. This is the west side, but the “front” is equally rocky and open.
We went in with rain, but then hit hot and windy. Windy made paddling interesting, but kept the bugs to an amazing low number (except on the portages which were wet, slippery, and, of course, buggy). We camped for six of the nine nights on a six-mile lake and had it to ourselves except for one night. We reveled in the peace and privacy. We canoed every day, no matter how big the water was, and racked up 45 miles of paddling.
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I made three found art pieces, but only have photos of two. Through a weird set of circumstances we ended up with only one camera, my little pocket NIkon Coolpix. The battery died on Day 7. End of photos.
I visited Stonehenge this year, so I have been thinking about gates and shadows. I liked how everything changed in the artwork as the sun passed each day.
Mayflies on a water bottle – fleeting beauty.
One of the most amazing aspects of this trip was the graphic and beautiful demonstration of the circle of life. Mayflies hatched and climbed at dusk in whirling circles, rising and falling like confetti in a whirlwind. Why would such a fragile and lovely life last but a day? Because the next day the ducks, loons, and fish dined on an enormous amount of protein just when needed during their reproductive cycles.
And then? Out of the sky drops an osprey – boom! It hits the water and takes the fish feeding on the mayflies on the surface of the water slowly into the air. The ospreys had a nest nearby and what an honor it was to watch them work and work to bring fish to their young. And they weren’t alone. An eagle was hunting also. When the eagle strayed too close to the osprey territory, we witnessed a deadly aerobatic fight until the eagle slid away on the wind. No mayflies for a day, no fish, no osprey young.
Java on the rocks – A ritual of silence and seeing.
P.S. Our record of seeing at least one moose on every trip stands! Stand by later this month for news of a special Fall trip to the Quetico.