A play in St Paul "The Root Beer Lady".

The Root Beer Lady

An adult friend of mine, 10 years my senior, that grew up in NYC was in the BWCA at age 12-13 with his father and younger brother, just the three of them. It was their first and only trip to the B Dud, in the late 60s I believe. A day or two into their adventure the younger brother fell ill with what turned out to be a burst appendix. Somehow they came across or were found by Dorothy (they must have been on Knife Lake). She called on her radio for help and a float plane soon came in for the rescue. The brother survived and the outfitter even returned the payment for the trip.

Ever since my friend told me this story some 20 years ago, I’ve tried to get him to take a trip to the BWCA with me. No luck so far.