Slowfoot…More BWCA Thoughts

We get alone in the wilderness. Words, pictures, memories and a couple of scars are imbedded in us. We are subtly changed. We find out who we really are and discuss who we are becoming.
An early misty morning view brings out new yearnings inside us. One gets the feeling that the amount of beauty here overflows our human capacity to take it in.

The large Timber Wolves howled and moaned as they gathered each evening a little too close to our tents.

We embark on a journey to find a lake with no trail or waterway over a bogs beaver dams and harsh terrain. Looking back I would like to have been more prepared with more food, more bug dope, and better clothing for this north-woods jungle. I cannot help but think our jaunt back to Slowfoot lake (as it’s called on the aerial map) had many of the same ingredients as life itself. In that sense we reached a wilderness heaven (the bugs did too). I think we all stopped and took a picture at first glimpse.

We were so unprepared to enjoy this lake. I have since recognized some ways I am unprepared for the last quarter of my life here on earth. I want more capacity for my important relationships with family, friends and My creator. Three of us dads and sons were here beyond the paths and trails; I’m sorry all you get is the picture and a few words. We bonded and experienced the Slowfoot lake Journey. You get some crumbs.