It has been one day and, of course, I am still in awe of where I am, but I certainly do miss Minnesota. I have become familiar with the Twin Cities like no other place in my life, thoroughly explored the St. Croix River and several of Minnesotan state parks and forests, spent five weeks straight in Duluth but herein lies the real tragedy… I was SO close yet I have never made it up to the boundary waters!!! People who know me think it’s absolutely crazy I’ve lived in Minnesota for ten years and haven’t ventured into that wilderness. I know! Lame.
I’ve had several friends ask me along (they had all the gear and canoes I don’t have), but I always had something I couldn’t get out of. And it sucks. Because now I’ve left without seeing it with my own eyes. I see videos like this and I kick myself:
That said, next time I’m in MN for an extended period I will get an expedition together, or join one, and explore those International waters. But now that I think of it, maybe there was something in my subconscious that has prevented me from going knowing that if I did I wouldn’t come back. Maybe keep heading north… you know, in case of a zombie attack? And then I’d not be much help, at least not in the initial break out, and I have lots of people I care about in Minnesota that I’d want to help defend against the bloody hordes. So, yes, that must be why I haven’t found my way up there yet. Still, it would probably be good to do a little reconnaissance before the apocalypse so as to find a safe route away from big cities and into Canada. Preparedness is key.
My most embarrassing coming out experience is when i am in the throes of a passionate conversation with outdoors enthusiasts and then i admit that I have yet to visit the boundary waters. …wah wah…haha…I’ll be joining your expedition!