BWCA Entry Point, Route, and Trip Report Blog
November 21 2019
Number of Permits per Day: 6
Elevation: 1364 feet
From Tinder Box to Please Pass the Napalm
May 18, 2013
Little Indian Sioux River (north)
Number of Days:
We get the new Kelty Noah’s Tarp 12’ set up nicely in the pine stand, and hold off on the tent pitch until we get a break in the rain.
We head out on Shell to fish, and my buddy lands a very big Northern. We didn’t measure it, but it looks like about a 3 footer. It's the biggest fish I've ever had in a canoe. We take a couple of quick pictures and release him.
We spend some time drifting and trolling and I hook a large fish myself. I thought it was a pike because of the fight it puts up, but it turns out to be a mid-20's inch walleye - a personal best. It bounces off the landing net and gets away. Bummer. No fish dinner tonight, but we have ribeyes waiting.
We can hardly start a fire, now that we have a break in the rain for dinner. Everything is soaked. We get just enough flame to barely cook and soot-cover the steaks. The wood just would not catch it was so saturated. After dinner, we sit by the lake and glassy water and have a couple of drinks before bed.
After a mostly dry night (we think), we wake up to distant thunder just after first light, and know we are in trouble. A few minutes later, the dousing ensues, so we stay in the tent to sleep in. Wave after wave of heavy rain, medium rain, drizzle, heavy rain, more rain – you get the idea. We won't be day tripping to Oyster for lake trout now, and will be lucky to get much fishing in on Shell today.
I finally can't take it in the tent anymore and make some coffee under the loud tarp. As it pours, I slowly begin to feel nature's call and try to wait it out until a lull in the rain. Just when I think I'm safe, I get doused. Hilarious.
Eventually, things quiet down enough to venture out, and we get soaked. Our raingear holds up okay, but eventually we get clammy. No bites this time, but we stop to check out many great campsites because things are so deserted here this weekend.
We head back to the campsite and hang out under the tarp some more for a freeze- dried meal and get visited by a pair of loons for a while.
We do get another short reprieve of mostly no rain and quickly paddle up to Heritage Lake to check it out. After another talk at the campsite lakefront, the rain picks up again and we turn in. The rain continues all night, non-stop.
We sleep in again because of the rain, and have a quick breakfast under the tarp before packing up our completely saturated gear. Thank goodness for Cliff Jacobson’s plastic tent floor idea, which saved our butts once again, as we had standing water under the tent. Our gear inside the tent is mostly dry because of it, but still a little damp because of the super high humidity. My buddy, a Marine, jokes that the forest is so completely soaked, that you couldn’t start a fire no matter how hard you tried now, even with a load of napalm. It’s funny how the forest can go from such a tinder box to a literal all-over bog within a day or two. I couldn't imagine relying on fire to cook all of your food and not bring a stove, we would've starved. The irony of almost going in with a fire ban was not lost on us, since nature decided we couldn't have a fire anyways.
We get a lot more wind and rain on the paddle back towards the exit point on the river. The portages are now raging rivers and completely washed out in places after the several inches of rain that has fallen.
The several rapids and small waterfalls along the way are incredible with all of the runoff flowing.
I love the way the air smells in the BWCA while it's wet and that is a big silver lining to the time spent on this trip. We also battled rain instead of bugs, which was a different challenge.
We were finally out of the rain and exhausted when we reached the car, and reflect on the trip mostly fondly, but figure we had to have earned several nice days of camping later this summer because we had a summer’s worth of rain in one 3 day trip! It was disappointing to not view the beautiful sky all trip, though. I have to admit that there were a few moments that I did think to myself, "Why am I out here?" which is very much not the norm for me. The weather was just THAT brutal.
Lessons learned? Not really anything. We had the proper gear and attitude for the vast majority of the time, and couldn’t really do anything better with the weather we were given. But, maybe I will have to invest in a waterproof camera to avoid so much fog up due to all of the moisture!