Father & Son 15 year Reunion Trip.
Day 2. Saturday, August 17, 2013 We drove through the night to Grand Marais. Mapquest quoted the trip to be between 9-10 hours. Dad and I took 2-3 hour shifts driving to allow for a little bit of sleep, as both of us had been up since Friday morning. We arrive in Grand Marais at 7:15. The Ranger station didn't open until 8:00, so we decided to go get bait and fishing licenses. Sadly, the Beaver House was closed. A gas station attendant informed us that the owner was dying and the Beaver House was up for sale. We headed back to the Ranger station, watched the video, took the quiz, and we were on our way to East Bearskin Lake.
My optimal campsite was on the point of the peninsula, but I assumed that had been taken by the boy scouts. We snagged a decent campsite on the north side of Alder and set up shop. While I unloaded the canoe, dad took his first of many naps.
After a cocktail, dad decided to get out water supply ready. He prepared himself with a 5 gallon container, my MSR filter, and sat comfortably in the bow of the canoe pumping water, until he flipped himself in. He later found a safer spot.
Now here is a funny story for all of you. I bring my pit bull Delphi with me on all of my trips. She is a great hiking dog and wilderness companion. After a great first meal of grilled NY strips and cheesy hashbrowns, dad asked if he could give his leftovers to Delphi. I never give her people food, but figured it would be ok. Normally, when she and I go camping, she has to suck it up and sleep on the tent floor, but I brought a child size sleeping pad for her to sleep on(luxury item). In the middle of the night, she is nudging my head as if she wants to sleep on my sleeping bag. I grab her collar to pull her back onto her sleeping pad, but, as strong as she is, she refuses. I give up and roll over onto her sleeping pad with my pillow and allow her to slumber on my bag and pad. About an hour later, I awake to the sound of her vomiting all over my sleeping bag. I instantly turn on the lantern only to see that not only did she puke up her steak and potatoes all over my sleeping bag, but all over her sleeping pad which I was currently sleeping on. Good first day...
Day 3 & 4. Sunday and Monday, August 18 & 19, 2013. Needless to say, I was rather awake after cleaning all of the vomit from my sleeping quarters, so I decided to try my hand at fishing that morning. Didn't catch anything, but the lake was peaceful and I watched a good number of folks leave the lake, including the boy scouts that had occupied the point. Dad eventually arose and he knew that I wanted to get to that site. We quickly made breakfast and started to pack up the canoe, but upon doing so, another group was already on their way to the point.
Day 4. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. The plan for the day was to pack up, portage back to East Bearskin Lake and snag the campsite that was just west of the portage. We made it back to the portage in about an hour with a strong headwind. Dad physically exhausted and needed to rest. I did most of the portage solo. Back in the beginning of this trip report, I mentioned that it would be okay if dad brought some additional luxury items. I had to do this portage 8 times. By the time I was finished, 2 hours had gone by. A nice fellow from Missouri was just getting ready to head to Alder as we were packing up and mentioned that it was supposed to get super hot shortly. We got to the unoccupied campsite and dad took a two hour siesta. When he awoke, I expressed my concern about the impending heat and that I didn't want the three of us in the heat(and all of our fresh food was gone). He listened to my arguments and we were on our way back to the car. The sun was high, and the wind was against us. Now i'm starting to doubt my desicions. I keep us close to shore to get shade and avoid the wind. About an hour of nonstop paddling i look up to see my dad's head tilted forward and his arms limp. "I killed my dad" is all i thought! "Dad, Dad, Dad!!!!" i yelled. He instantly replied with "are we there yet?". Relieved i didn't kill my father, I couldn't help but chuckle at his 3 year old remark. We finished the paddle back to the entry point, and it was rather warm at this point. I went to grab the car as Dad unloaded the canoe. I came back with the air conditioning blasting. As dad and Delphi were cooling of, I loaded up all of the gear and the canoe. Now it was time for the drive back to chicago.
I didn't catch any fish. I didn't stay up past sunset. I didn't wake up for sunrise. Dog vomit is not fun to clean up in the middle of the night. Doing several portages by yourself is frustrating and exhausting. But I got to spend 4 days in the BW with my father. He mentioned that this trip made him feel "like a human again". In that regard, i relate to his comment. No phone calls, no emails, no texts, no bills, no bosses, no schedules. Water, tree's, eating, sleeping, conversations, dog vomit, peace...