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08/04/2017 09:24AM
I'm new to the site and wanted to share some imagery from my BWCA experiences to help (or hurt) those who sit at their desk and dream of this place, like me.
5 Senses in BWCA
Weathered, grey, limbs reach above the canopy, as if their only purpose is to provide a surface for surveying eagles to sit. Lush green needles of pine intertwine, creating colorful curtains of shoreline scenery. Iron stained waters hug and hide, battered boulders and trees that died. The sun setting makes the sky smolder, a sure sign that it’s almost time to light fire with spark so you can see in the dark. The moon shines through tall pines and glows across glassy, melted glaciers.
Wind whips the waves as they crash into your canoe. Rivers rush rhythmically as current carries water through narrow nooks and crannies. Cutting through the quiet, a bass bombs your lure as it twitches past tangled, tall grass. The campfire crackles while your supper sizzles above fluttering flames and entrancing embers. Out of the darkness, a fish flips in the water, a branch breaks in the woods, and wolves sing to the stars.
Pine tree sap sticks to your pack, a refreshing fragrance following your footsteps through the forest. Smell the spring season when dark clouds reason, and rain showers soak the soil beneath leaves and logs. Slippery slime left behind reminds your nose it was a northern that bit your boisterous bait. Bonfire smoke can cause you to choke but it keeps the bugs at bay better than deet-filled spray.
Coffee tastes better black, it helps wash down the stack of piping hot pancakes piled high on your plate. Sweat drips, a salty sign, it’s time to find some of that stuff that teems in lakes and streams - wonderful water, bring it to your lips and take chugs or sips. Your melting mouth makes hot fish flake only 10 minutes removed from the lake – walleye was the winner for your delicious dinner. Late at night, friends take turns feeling the whisky burns and the flask flies until the fire dies.
It’s tough but it tears into thick strips or curly tips. If you require fire look no higher, all you need is a spark with fallen birch bark. So many stones strewn across the land, you will touch many with each of your hands. Smooth, bruised, slippery, and steep, these ragged rocks you rest on are all piled in a heap. Nothing quite like the feel of crisp cool water as the day grows hotter. Wade in to wash or unwind, and submerge yourself to release all thoughts from your mind.
5 Senses in BWCA
Weathered, grey, limbs reach above the canopy, as if their only purpose is to provide a surface for surveying eagles to sit. Lush green needles of pine intertwine, creating colorful curtains of shoreline scenery. Iron stained waters hug and hide, battered boulders and trees that died. The sun setting makes the sky smolder, a sure sign that it’s almost time to light fire with spark so you can see in the dark. The moon shines through tall pines and glows across glassy, melted glaciers.
Wind whips the waves as they crash into your canoe. Rivers rush rhythmically as current carries water through narrow nooks and crannies. Cutting through the quiet, a bass bombs your lure as it twitches past tangled, tall grass. The campfire crackles while your supper sizzles above fluttering flames and entrancing embers. Out of the darkness, a fish flips in the water, a branch breaks in the woods, and wolves sing to the stars.
Pine tree sap sticks to your pack, a refreshing fragrance following your footsteps through the forest. Smell the spring season when dark clouds reason, and rain showers soak the soil beneath leaves and logs. Slippery slime left behind reminds your nose it was a northern that bit your boisterous bait. Bonfire smoke can cause you to choke but it keeps the bugs at bay better than deet-filled spray.
Coffee tastes better black, it helps wash down the stack of piping hot pancakes piled high on your plate. Sweat drips, a salty sign, it’s time to find some of that stuff that teems in lakes and streams - wonderful water, bring it to your lips and take chugs or sips. Your melting mouth makes hot fish flake only 10 minutes removed from the lake – walleye was the winner for your delicious dinner. Late at night, friends take turns feeling the whisky burns and the flask flies until the fire dies.
It’s tough but it tears into thick strips or curly tips. If you require fire look no higher, all you need is a spark with fallen birch bark. So many stones strewn across the land, you will touch many with each of your hands. Smooth, bruised, slippery, and steep, these ragged rocks you rest on are all piled in a heap. Nothing quite like the feel of crisp cool water as the day grows hotter. Wade in to wash or unwind, and submerge yourself to release all thoughts from your mind.
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