AT THE OLD CABIN in the Church O The Pines by the Mississippi, an April breeze tosses the pine tops. But not enough to deter an eager paddler from slipping the Bluebird II into the water, for the first Spring outing. It was a long, hard winter in Minnesota. And it is always a thrill to feel the first pull
RAPIDS AHEAD: In my life I’ve led many a journey through the Canoe Country wilderness, some expeditions of 500 miles or more through the bush, over the rugged Canadian Shield. Each trip is full of joys and beauties, but each is laced with challenges and fears as well. There are languorous days when all seems peaceful, horizons are clear, waters
AS WE FINISHED OUR Road Scholar trip into Voyageurs National Park, we looked down the lake, down the historic narrows into the past, and there glimpsed a brigade of voyageurs. They raised their paddles in salute, then continued paddling into the pages of history. And our little band of travelers bade goodby to the Canoe Country, taking home with them