Hauled the packs out of the attic and dumped them in the basement where it can be spread out. Clear out the nesting critters, air out the stink, check the tent and we're ready to go. Maybe not yet. Looks like the date is 9/11. Interesting. It's been five years since the gear saw the light of day. Can't say I remember what all was in those packs. Should be fun saying hi to all the old stuff.
Last night I reserved a permit for Clearwater Lake. Not the entry I was hoping for but the other filled some time ago. No problem. We'll still see the same sights except in reverse. Maybe we should paddle backwards? Got me thinking of why I wanted to paddle East Pike Lake again. Seemed I'd just done it a few years ago, that is if sixteen qualifies as a few. Closer to quite a few.
Brian and I were in the Boundary Waters together back in the mid '90s. There were six of us on a day trip and we caught a few smallmouth bass on silver spinners. He was the one hollering "It's a shark! It's a shark!" when he had a big bass on the line. Good time. This time it'll be only the two of us. Of the group the one I'll miss most is my son Allan. Gotta keep myself alive and fit for a few more years so I can accompany Al and his son Matthew on a canoe trip and sleep in the woods.
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