BWCA Entry Point, Route, and Trip Report Blog
May 05 2024
Entry Point 30 - Lake One
Number of Permits per Day: 13
Elevation: 1230 feet
Latitude: 47.9391
Longitude: -91.4792
My son Remy and I, and my friend Keith and his son Charlie put our canoes into Lake one at 9:30 Monday morning after dropping off a car at the Snowbank Lake landing. Lake One can be tricky to navigate. On our way to Lake Two we turned East too early and ended up paddling about a mile out of our way into a dead-end bay before we realized our mistake. We blamed the fact that Lake One was split between Fisher Maps #10 and #4 for our error. If the entire lake had been visible at once on a single map, we would not have made the wrong turn. Once we got back on course we portaged the 30 rods into a pond and then portaged the 40 rods into Lake Two. The weather was nice, and there was a bit of a tail wind out of the West. We stopped for lunch on the shore of Lake Two. After lunch we canoed through the North end of Lake Three and into Lake Four. We stopped for the night at a campsite on the West shore of Lake Four, just North of the channel heading toward Hudson Lake. We had to battle swarms of mosquitoes as we set up the tents. We then had a nice refreshing swim. Because we had brought steaks along for the first night, we didn't go fishing.
On Tuesday morning we had a bacon and eggs breakfast then packed up camp and headed out in our canoes. As we canoed past our campsite, we realized that Remy & I had left our hammocks pitched between trees. We landed again and quickly packed them up. Once again we had beautiful weather. We paddled East and completed 3 short portages before entering Hudson Lake. The 105 rod portage into Lake Insula was exhausting! Lake Insula is a large gorgeous lake broken up by multiple islands and penninsulas. We had lunch at a campsite on a large island just East of Hudson Lake. It felt like we had a tail wind as we were heading East, and then as we turned North it seemed like the wind shifted and was at our backs once again. We navigated Lake Insula flawlessly and camped for the night on the island just West of Williamson Island. After setting up the tents and a refreshing swim, Remy & I got back into the canoe and tried to catch some fish. We had no luck! At 9PM that night, just as we were going to bed, a thunderstorm rolled through. That night I was awakened several times by the loud croaking of bullfrogs from the shallows around our island. What noisy neighbors!
By Wednesday morning the weather had cleared, but the wind was now coming from the Northwest, pretty much in our faces. We paddled to the North end of Lake Insula and tackled the largest portage of our trip. The 180 rod walk to Kiana Lake actually seemed easier than the 105 rod carry into Lake Insula. We headed onward into Thomas Lake where we really started feeling the headwind. We finally made it to the campsite just Northeast of the portage into Thomas Pond in time for lunch. After lunch we proceeded across Thomas Pond and into Thomas Creek after hiking across the famous Kekekabic Trail. We managed to easily run the rapids in Thomas Creek and avoid the 2 short portages. We camped for the night on Hatchet Lake at the northern campsite. It was cool and windy, so we didn't swim. There was lots of threatening weather going by to the North of us, but we stayed dry. After supper we canoed back to Thomas Creek to fish and look for moose. No luck on either count, but we did see a beaver swimmming.
The weather was nice again Thursday morning, but the wind was out of the West which was the direction we were heading. We portaged into Ima Lake and canoed across it. Before portaging into Jordan Lake, we watched a bald eagle sitting in a tree get harrassed repeatedly by a seagull. The narrow channel leading into Jordan Lake is quite beautiful. It is narrow like a river with big rock outcroppings. We paddled across Jordan, Cattyman, Adventure, and Jitterbug Lakes. We found the Eastern campsite on Ahsub Lake taken, so we camped at the Western campsite which had a great place for swimming in front of it. There was a very brave loon in front of the campsite who didn't seem to mind if we got close to it. We tried our luck at fishing, but only caught 1 smallmouth which was too small to eat. Between 5:00 and 7:30 that evening we saw a number of canoes heading across Ahsub Lake from Disappointment Lake to Jitterbug Lake. We weren't sure where they were planning to camp, but it was getting late.
On Friday we awoke again to good weather. We paddled the length of Disappointment Lake and portaged into to Parent Lake and then on to Snowbank Lake. It was July 4th, and as we entered Snowbank Lake the sounfd of firecrackers reminded us we weren't in the wilderness anaymore. After a brief splash war on our way across Snowbank, we made it to the landing and our car was still there. What a great trip!
Base Camping on Little Shell
Entry Date:
July 29, 2015
Entry Point:
Crab Lake and Cummings from Burntside Lake
Number of Days:
6
Group Size:
2
Now my wife has NEVER been camping other than we spent a week at a cabin fishing twenty five years ago or a couple years staying at a cabin at Jelly Stone. While I enjoy the cabin and fishing, I always hate the Jelly Stone experience but it’s not for me but for the kids/grandkids and I have survived it. We headed north on July 28th and did a little site seeing through Duluth, Two Harbors, then to Ely with a little shopping and a trip to the Bear Center. A great meal of Chicken Alfredo at Sir G’s and then off to pick up our permit, watch the video and spend the night at VNO. On July 29th with a 5am wake up we headed down to Britton's Café for breakfast and then it was off to Little Indian Sioux North with a game plan of heading towards Shell. We ended up staying on the campsite on Little Shell for five nights.
Well here is a copy of the letter that my wife Julie sent to our daughters and her sisters. Since many of you have inquired as to my thoughts on my recent excursion into the, heretofore unexplored by me, territory of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, I have created a document containing ideas that passed through my mind (and some escaped my lips) whilst I was on this journey. These may be chronicled in order of occurrence, or perhaps not, and is not all inclusive. I do apologize to any that are offended for my mildly profane episodes of language, but felt it necessary at the time! For those curious as to my strange manner of speech, I did partake in reading the classic novel, Jane Eyre, during my stay. Thus, I shall commence with my list of memories. • Well here goes. • Not too bad so far. • Downhill. • Butt low. • Pretty lily pad blooms. • Still doing ok. • My arms are not used to paddling. • So if I got stranded out here, I could eat wild rice? • Survived that. • Keep forgetting butt low. • That’s a lot of mud!! I really don’t want to get in that! I guess I’m going to. That is past the top of my boot. My foot is stuck. • I don’t know which is worse, paddling or portaging. • Ok portaging. • This is a lot of work! • That canoe has to be heavy. Is Kevin doing ok back there? • These paths are better than I expected. • This is the long one. I don’t mind walking. I don’t like carrying this much. Does it always have to be up hill? This is pulling on my neck. I’m going to get a tension headache at this rate. Uphill. Downhill. • What the hell was I thinking!!! • Well this is it. That’s why he sent me ahead. He could leave me now and I’d be doomed. No food, no water. I have no clue where I am. I need to fix my sock. • You are going to owe me so many fabric stores, scrapbook stores, dress stores, fancy restaurants, a massage, a manicure, a pedicure. • Is this the end yet? • Are you kidding me?! • What now? • I feel like a princess going over the moat. • He really does love me. • Here we go again. Uphill. Downhill. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Right? I need to fix my sock. • I think they should just have football players do some portaging to get in shape. • Trees, rocks, water. Trees, rocks, water. • Are we there yet? • If I can’t do this, how do all those wimpy little girls do it? • I’m not carrying that blue one any more. • Not more mud! • Those poor girls. I knew he would help them. He really is a good guy. • Yuck! More fricken mud. • Those are big rocks! You could break an ankle here. They just get worse every time don’t they? Damn fricken rocks. I really need to fix my sock. And I’m hungry. • Butt low. Paddle hard. Land Ho!! • It’s a loon! • So this is home. The bathroom is off the bedroom. • I am NOT sitting on that thing! I will squat, but I am not sitting on it! • I’m cold. • I will call him Looney Tunes. He sounds so lonely. Don’t you have any friends Looney? • Why am I so cold? Are you cold? I’m freezing. I can’t get warm. • Delicious. Just need some of Mom’s pork chop gravy to go with it. I think this is the first time in my life I’ve eaten a whole pork chop without ketchup. • It’s a hummer. I don’t know what he eats up here, there are not many flowers. • Critters stay away! Leave me alone! Never to come back. • This isn’t so bad. Thank you God. • Ants and flies I can handle. • Oh no! I’m out of Hanlontown water. • Still smells and tastes like lake water. • Kind of creepy back here. • This air mattress is really narrow. And kind of squeaky. • Keep us safe Lord. • These are really little. But they are sweeter than store-bought ones. • Something just moved in there. Well I could have lived without seeing that. • Rain. Sun. Rain. Sun. • And wind. • SCREAM! Well it is dead now. • Looney where are you? • SCREAM! It is a little green frog. Not a toad. A frog. But he scared me. • This would be a perfect little spot to swim and play. Just right for Noah. • Good supper, Daddy-o. • I’m going out on the patio. • Phooey! I forgot to download my devotions onto my kindle. • The bumblebees like the colors on my kindle. • Delicious! • No make-up! No hair do! • What was that? • There is probably a bear or moose sitting back there saying NahNah you can’t see me. • Near catastrophe! I almost dropped the whole thing in the toilet. • There are people. • I’m spying on people. • I wish it would just either stay hot or cold. • Why can’t we get along this well at home? • I need to move around. • MMMM! • I stink! • Lord please don’t let us get struck by lightning. That is the most continuous thunder I have ever heard. And it is right over head. • Something is out there. • Ha! I’m standing naked in the woods! Yikes! The water is warm. The air is cold. • I’m going out on the patio. • That was the hummer. I felt like my head was being attacked by a helicopter. • I think that is a gray jay. • SCREAM! A beetle thingy on my shoulder. • Looney has a friend!! Is that Lucy? • I do miss my chil’ens. And my little kiddles. And my kitty puss. But I don’t miss the customers! • It is so peaceful. I hear something and think oh it is just a car or something but no, it is not! There is nothing here but water, trees, and rocks. • There’s a plane. • SCREAM! The little frog again. • I’m surprised there aren’t more birds. • I hear robins, but I never see them. • Oh, a chipmunk. • I stink. • Wind again. • Time sure doesn’t go this fast at work. • Now a piece of Hondo is up here. • I wish we could see the full moon shining on the lake. • Looney come back. It is lonely here without you. • Oh gross. Look at the antennae on that! They are huge. • I don’t want to think about going back to work. • And I don’t want to ask if we are going back the same way that we came. Might be better off to not know. • These mosquitoes are really loud. • That is pretty. The lake is so still. • Rain again. And wind. Always wind. • No don’t think about reality. • I’m wearing tall socks this time! • Good bye little campsite. Goodbye Looney. Goodbye Little Shell. • All those rocks. Damn huge rocks. • Which is worse paddling or portaging? • All that mud. • Portaging is definitely worse. • Cool! • This is a lot of work. • Uphill. • Is Kevin coming? Don’t let him have a heart attack. What would I do? What if I have one? • The dreaded blue one. • Why do the rocks always have to be in the way? • I think it is going better on the way out. Is it because I know what to expect? • I always forget butt low. • Paddle. Paddle. Paddle. Another curve. Another curve. One of these curves has to be the last one! • Uphill. • Are we there yet? • Tension headache coming again. • Yeah, I really think they should train football players this way. • Am I going the right way? • It just looks like someone poured cement here. These rocks are huge. • Will I ever be at the top? • Finally! Now do it again. • OUT! • I don’t want to go back to reality! In conclusion, it went better than expected. We ate well! Relaxed. I would recommend trying it as long as you have someone as prepared and reliable as Kevin is. Aside from the time I thought he was ditching me, I felt safe and in good hands. And I would consider doing it again. Maybe not every year like Ethan. And certainly not twice a year like Kevin. But sometime. Again. And by the by, we did notice maple leaves turning color up there.