September 5-16, 2010
Yes, I have just meet one of my life goals, crossed another thing off of my ever growing bucket list. The goal: go to all of the 48 lower-continental United States before the age of 30. At age 29 on September 6, 2010 it happened. I crossed the Minnesota state line, my 49th state.
The reason for driving all the way from Collegedale, TN to Ely, MN: class. Yup, that’s right. For my graduate intensive this semester, 8 of us piled into the Excursion and drove 30 hours to Ely, MN where were spent 6 days in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

The preparation for the was a little bit stressful as the Seliga canoe #20 has to be ready to return to its home at Camp Widjiwagen. I was over at Nelson’s hours before our departure to finish some of the final touches and load the trailer.
The trip as a whole was much more relaxed compared to the last intensive. The wilderness country was so peaceful and untouched. We say bald eagles almost everyday. With little rain, our group of nine maneuvered the lakes and rivers well as a different person was the leader each day. We covered almost 50 miles total including close to 5 miles of portaging.

Because the Boundary Waters are a formation of a bunch of little lakes, many of the islands have to be traveled on foot. Granted the distance wasn’t too long at once but our gear was not exactly light. The Seliga canoe weighed in at 88 pounds dry. For a person of my stature, every step was conscience and I walked along a rocky trail with a 17-foot canoe on my shoulders. The team effort that surfaced happened quickly as we found our rhythm. With three people to a canoe, one would take the canoe, one would take one pack and tent, and the other would get a pack and the paddles. Most of the time as person could carry the canoe the whole way. But when the portage was long, we used techniques we learned to switch without setting the canoe down. For the proper etiquette with a wood-canvas canoe is that the bottom of the canoe can only touch water and air. Never should the bottom of the canoe touch the ground. This meant that when we approached land, our feet always got wet as we stepped out of the canoe before it could hit the ground.


With the wolfs hollowing in the distance, I would lay in bed at night with the satisfaction that I had everything I needed after all long day of physical activity. And then in the very early ours of the morning, be woken up to go catch a glimpse of the northern lights was an amazing treat. Another experience crossed off of my list. I look forward to the days ahead when more of those goals are reached.