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Minnesota River Canoe/Camping Trip

It’s been twenty two years (give or take) since I last spent time in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness and it has been eight years since my last camping trip (taken with Best Bud Ed) to the Voyagers National Park (adjacent to the BWCA).  For many years prior to that, my annual trip to the BWCA for was the highlight of my year, and something I looked forward to on the bus ride home from the current year’s trip.

Needless to say, I was LONG overdue for a canoe trip! 

Lucky for me, this year the boys’ Scout Troop decided to make a three day canoe trip along the Minnesota River!  This was PERFECT in many ways.  First, I have wanted to canoe the Minnesota River for a long time, and last year’s accusation has had a Minnesota River trip on the forefront of my mind.  Secondly, I have not had a real “outing” with the Troop (other than summer camp) since the campout to Ft. Ridgley in 2010 (which was “cabin camping”) or the College of Wilderness Knowledge in 2008 (which was rustic tent camping).  Third, I had all the days off from work!! 

Unfortunately, it was also less than perfect in another way.  I had some pre-existing plans for that weekend.  A long time friend was getting married.  Towards the tail end of the planning for the canoe trip, it became apparent that an added chaperone would be beneficial – and after speaking to the VERY UNDERSTANDING couple two days before their wedding, I was assured that they understood my desire to adjust my weekend plans and to help chaperone the canoe trip instead!  Joe & Laura, you guys are the BEST!  Thanks a ton!        

Like I said, I was LONG overdue for this trip!

After two days of planning, preparing, and packing – #3 of 5 and I headed out to meet the rest of the Troop!  Once the troop was gathered we headed out to our first destination – The Minnesota Valley State Recreation Area.  There we set up camp for the night.   

Basecamp Basecamp

Once we finished setting up camp it was time to break out “Cracker Barrel” (Cracker Barrel is an after dinner snack – usually cheese, meats and crackers, but “Cracker Barrel” can mean all kinds of things).  On tonight’s Cracker Barrel Menu was dutch oven Angel Food Cake with fresh strawberries!! 

Well, as luck would have it, we forgot the dutch oven and instead tried to improvise (as any good Scout would do) and we tried to fry up some Angel Food patties in our mess kits.  The results were mixed.  There was some that got a little burned, and a few that were a little under done, but by in large – almost everyone had some amount of angel food cake that turned out great! 

Angel Food patties cooked over a campfire Angel Food with strawberries cooked over a campfire

After “Cracker Barrel” the scouts cracked up a deck of cards and begged the Scoutmaster to play “Up and Down the River”.  We played a series of 8 up and 8 down (sixteen hands).  By the end of this long game our fire had gone out and it was time to hit the sack for some shuteye!


I was first up at 6:00am.  I had my tent cleaned and was ready to start breakfast before the next person was up.  On the menu this morning – Omelet in a bag.  Only we forgot the bags, so they became “western scrambled eggs” fried up with green peppers and onions (we forgot about the mushrooms we had packed along with us). 

After breakfast, motivating the scouts to get moving was a little challenging, but with the reminder that the sooner they finished cleaning the sooner we would be on the water – they eventually had everything cleaned and packed – and we headed out

Soon, we arrived at our entry point – Blakely, Minnesota.  While the other leaders arranged the vehicles at our destination point, I helped the scouts get their gear down from the parking area to the river’s edge, then load up their gear in the canoes. 

Ready to roll! Ready to roll!

Once the work was done, it was time for a little R and R.  Some of the boys went exploring, some of the boys hung around and visited, others found rocks and mud clumps to toss in the river. 

One “boy” even found a few moments to put his feet up and really start to appreciate what was about to begin!

Off tio do some exploring Visiting Appreciating what was about to begin The view from my seat


Entry point, in the water!

 

Before long, the other chaperones arrived and we slipped the canoes into the river and began our 19 mile journey home!

The weather forecast for the next two days – VERY hot and VERY humid. 

We would have to keep a close eye on the boys and make sure they stay HYDRATED*

(* A little foreshadowing)

 

 

The Scoutmaster and I cast lines out and “troll fished” the river as we canoed.  I caught NOTHING the whole weekend, but the Scoutmaster caught something that was a first for him (and the first time I saw one “in the wild”).

He had a strike on his line and as he reeled in his catch he announced he had a northern pike on the line – that was until he got it close enough to the canoe to realize that it was not a northern, it was a river Gar.

He pulled his canoe to shore and as I approached (camera in hand) the gar gave a big shake, unhooked himself, and splashed right back into the water.  Apparently he was a little camera shy and did not want to make his debut here on the The Life of a Father of Five!  


Before we knew it we had traveled roughly four miles and the boys were beginning to “share” the fact that they were hungry again.   Lunch time had arrived.  We watched for a good sand bar to pull off onto then started lunch.

Canoes parked on the sand bar digging a fire pit gathering wood cooking our lunch

Hot dogs, chili (chili dogs if you so desired), baked beans and potato chips.  I took this opportunity to show off my super special “Spiral Cut Hot Dog” technique

spiral cut hot dog spiral cut hot dog with chili on it 

Once lunch was complete, and clean up was finished it was time to let the boys blow off some steam.  A quick dip in the shallows of the sand bar proved to be just the prescription. 

swimming in the river on the sand bar The Father of Five


It was time to head back on to the water.  As we traveled the next eleven miles, we came upon several strange, but oddly beautiful (in their own way) sites. 

Wrecked Pontoon boat tangled in the deadfall old bridge abutment A colony of swallow nests

 

 

Just some of the things we came across was a battered and smashed pontoon boat, an old bridge abutment, and a colony of swallow nests.

 

 

 

 

 


Time for another water break.  By this time many of the boys water containers were empty and needing to be refilled from our potable water supply.  This was a heavy five gallon container and to do so while in a canoe on the river would not have been safe.  We pulled over and refilled everyone’s containers. 

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At mile 15 we floated up upon the perfect camping site.  It was a GIANT sand bar created by the convergence of a small creek and the Minnesota River.  The sand was clean, soft, and sturdy enough for camping on, and the creek proved to be a great place for the boys to play!  

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After setting up camp, and while the boys were cooling off by playing in the creek, the two Scoutmasters and myself prepared the special culinary surprise that the scoutmaster wanted to try.

Rouladen (link) - Rouladen is bacon, onions, mustard and pickles wrapped in thinly sliced beef  (or a variant is onions, pickles, and mustard wrapped in thinly sliced beef which is then wrapped in bacon (as seen below)). 

With no picnic table, seating or benches to work with, we improvised and created a camp kitchen out of our food bin, cooler, and an old tire that one of the scouts found on the sand bar. 

 camp kitchen (well, sort of) rouladen

The rouladen was very tasty, but unfortunately by the time I finished one of my two rouladen rolls the Scoutmaster (and several of the scouts) noticed that I was starting to look ill.  In all honesty I was feeling horrible.  I was beginning to succumb to the effects of some self inflected (yet accidental) dehydration.  I was trying to conserve the potable water we brought with us and so throughout the day I had gone a little too sparingly with the water. 

By dinnertime I was really starting to feel ill, and I knew what the problem was.  I refilled my water bottle, took it and my bedroll into a shady area.  There I began to slowly rehydrate myself and then laid down.  A little over an hour (one quart of water and a short nap) later I was starting to feel a little better.  At least well enough to get up and join the rest of the troop again.

#3 of 5 cooling off, floating down the creek a scout buried up to his neck in the sand evening approaching the sand bar campsite    

Some were swimming, some were playing in the sand, and others were building a fire.    

#3 of 5 floating down the creek on his back.

Another scout (face shrouded) was buried up to his neck in a hole that another scout dug after finding an old tire buried in the sand. 

The tire was an Atlas Plycron Cushionaire tubeless Large White Wall Tire 7.10x15 – it looked pretty old and after checking on-line it appears that was a common tire in the 1940’s.  I wonder how long it had been buried in this sandbar?    

 

Despite my nap, once 9pm rolled by, the day had gotten the best of me.  I said my goodnights and headed off to my tent where I fell asleep to the sounds of another rip-roaring game of “up and down the river”. 


I awoke the next morning at 5:45 am.  I quickly broke my tent, packed my gear, and packed my canoe while the rest of the troop still slept. 

There, I noticed a little something that got forgotten that night.  Cleaning up the camp kitchen!  Nope, not this time!  These boys needed to see this / and learn from this.  I left this mess for them to clean up.

How NOT to leave a camp kitchen overnight. How NOT to leave a camp kitchen overnight.

The boys (and the adults) were hot, tired, exhausted (and even one still feeling the effects of dehydration) so motivating them to clean up their tents, the camp kitchen mess from the night before, and breaking camp was not an easy thing to do.

Sand bar camp breakfast

 

 

Eventually, it was breakfast (which consisted of donuts and cantaloupe) that did the trick. 

Once camp was broken breakfast was eaten and cleaned up – it was time to slip the canoes back into the river and finish the remainder of the journey.

 

 

 

 


Almost before we knew it, we came upon the landmark that signified the end of our canoe trip.  We canoed up to, then under the Scott County Highway 9 / Carver County Highway 11 river bridge where, just on the other side, the boat landing was located.

Wait, is that it? THE BRIDGE!  Under the bridge (camera took photo a little too slow causing the wavy appearance in this photo) Unloading

I had a GREAT time (despite my bout with dehydration). 

It was great to get back into a canoe and head out camping again!  I remembered a number lessons I learned from my youth, and learned a few new lessons.  I feel I will be better prepared for the next canoe / camping trip! 

There was even talk of a future Isle Royale Hiking / Backpacking trip!!  That would be a first for me (hiking/backpacking camping trip), and something I’d be really interested in!!  

BSA Canoe Trip 2012


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The End of One Era

I am a nostalgic kind of guy.   I get emotionally attached to objects when those objects are tied to memories (like any good hoarder does).  This post is about one of those objects.   It’s about an object that I have become so emotionally attached to that I have hoarded hung on to it despite my inability to use it for years! 

I’m talking about “The Boat”.

“The Boat” has been around as long as I can remember.  (It has, in fact been around longer than I have). 

My earliest memories of “The Boat” are as a very young child, seeing lying where my dad stored it.  It was kept chained to a tree on a "deeded access" boat landing on Lake Marie, near Annandale, Minnesota.  My parents had an old mobile home on a lot near Lake Marie.  We called this our “Choo-Choo-House”.   (One of these days I have to write a post about the Choo-Choo-House).  Anyway, the boat landing was semi-private.  It was deeded to the property owners in and around the Choo-Choo-House.

Another  very early and very vague memory I have is of taking “The Boat” with my dad and “Grandpa-Grandpa” (our nickname for my paternal grandfather).  We took the boat from the public access, all the way across Lake Marie, into Lake Louisa, and through a slough (I remember being scared by all the weeds surrounding the boat).  We crossed under the highway 24 bridge and pulled the boat up to a bait shop right along the creek at the far SW corner of the lake.    

Sometime after we moved to Bloomington (1977) my dad bought a trailer for “The Boat” and with the aid of the trailer, “The Boat” left the solitude of the boat landing, and arrived at it’s new home - a quiet little corner of our back yard.  And there, the boat sat… and sat… and sat…

About the time I graduated high school (1987) I had my own car that would haul the boat and had a place to take it (Best Bud Ed's cabin), so he convinced me to break it out, fix it up, and get it seaworthy again – which we did. 

Ed and I replaced the rotten transom board, greased the trailer’s bearings, got the electrical lights working, got it licensed, and took it out a few times.   It sat for another two or three years until I broke it out again to take my (then girlfriend - now wife) and her youngest brother out for a day on the lake (circa 1991 or 1992). I again got “The Boat” seaworthy, and took it out on Starring Lake in Eden Prairie.  After that trip it got tucked back into it’s hidey-hole in the backyard until (what I can only suspect to be) my Dad finally got sick of looking at it parked in his yard.  In 1998 my dad gave me “The Boat” as a gift.

When it came time that we moved from our house in Richfield to our new house in Jordan, the boat was “temporarily” returned to its “hidey-hole” in my parents back yard for a couple more years.  

I broke it out once again in 2002 for a fishing and camping trip with some friends.
(All photos found in this post are from the camping trip – Summer 2002)

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After that trip, “The Boat” joined us permanently at our new house.  In addition to the camping/fishing trip, I took it along on a couple trips to Best Bud Ed’s cabin. 

The last time the boat saw water was in 2006.  I brought the boat up Best Bud Ed’s cabin for duck hunting.  The outboard motor gave me some serious troubles, and I could not keep it running and finally the pull-cord snapped.  Half way through the trip, I packed “The Boat” up, and when I brought it home it was tucked it into the garage where it has sat ever since.

Since it’s last trip, we have changed vehicles.  We do not have trailer hitches on any of our vehicles – therefore we have no way to haul “The Boat”. Yes, I could get a hitch installed, but the outboard will also be in serious need of a tune up – and after sitting in the garage for the past five years, it’s a little… buried.

Over the past two, maybe three years I have been seriously kicking an idea around – but before I “pulled the trigger” on this idea, I wanted to run in past my dad. The idea was to sell “The Boat” and use the proceeds to buy something a little more “practical” for our family.

A Canoe!

A canoe can be carried “Cartop”, can be loaded up in a moment’s notice, can be in the water in a moment’s notice, offers a little more “exercise opportunities”, can be fished from (one of my primary desires)… With the boys coming into “driving age” they could (if they wished) pop a caone on their car and take it out for the day.

What really pushed me over the edge was a canoe trip #3 of 5 took with the Scout Troop down the Cannon River. I was unable to go (due to work schedule conflicts) but thought there is no reason why I could not take that trip myself, or make a triumphant return to the BWCA at some point…

I was a little worried about asking my dad, since he had the boat for so long, and it was sort of a part of our family’s history… But once I told him about the idea – he loved it! He thought it was a GREAT idea!

So, I spent a day digging the boat from it’s home in the garage (no small feat in itself) and am cleaning it up preparing to end an era for our family. 

I am ending the era of “The Boat”.

BoysatBoatIt was a hard decision to make for me.  

The boat has had such a long enduring part in our family history.  It almost has it’s own persona.  It may have not been used a lot, but it has provided some fond memories.

It was comforting to me, knowing in the back of my mind that if I really wanted to or needed to, I always had access to “The Boat”

In many ways, I am sad to see it go.  I had hopes to use it more that we have.  I wanted to make more of our own new memories for the kids with the boat - but alas, hopes and dreams are not always based in reality.

I take comfort in knowing that by ending one era, I hope to be starting a new one. 

I am starting the era of “The Canoe”

In the above photo #3 of 5 (age 5) is sitting in the boat while #1 of 5 (age 14) and #2 of 5 (age 6) are standing on the dock waiting for me to take them out fishing.  See what I mean by memories?  These three boys have all grown so much since this photo was taken.


Here are a few more details and photos of “The Boat”

The Boat: 1968 16' aluminum Chrysler row boat. (I even have the ORIGINAL owners manual.)
The Trailer: 1974 Sears Boat Trailer
The Outbard: (I am keeping this) 1955 Evinrude Fleetwin 7.5hp Aquasonic Model 7518
(I have the ORIGINAL manual for the outboard as well)

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Ft. Ridgley State Park – Camping Trip

It’s not often that I am able to assist chaperoning one of the Boy Scout Campouts – but the March Campout and the rest of my schedule just sort of “synched up”. 

The Troop’s March campout was held at Ft. Ridgley State Park.  The state park sits on the the land that once housed Ft. Ridgley – a pioneer era  military outpost that was in operation between 1853 and 1855.  The fort’s mission was defensive, and peacekeeping – trying to maintain peace between both the settlers, and the Native Americans that lived along the Minnesota river during the same time.

The trip was pretty typical to the Boy Scout Campouts I have been on - loud, rambunctious, messy (why can’t Boys keep their clothing inside their duffle bags?), dirty (as in have you seen a kitchen after Boy Scouts make their meals?) and muddy.  These are a FEW of the words that come to mind. 

In other words – it was a chance to let the boys out to be… boys!

Upon arrival – we set up camp.   It’s still pretty cold and wet here in Minnesota – so we stayed in the Chalet (photos behind the link).  After setting up camp, the older scouts started off getting the younger scouts instructed on “the basics” – working on their Toten chip and Firem’n Chit (The first couple of things that new scouts are introduced to).  We also had a few scouts who needed to be signed off on some knots and lashings, and building a “Camp Gadget” (items made from wood that are tied, knotted, and lashed together to make something useful at camp).  Items made for this campout included a flagpole, and a boot scraper.

While the new scouts were being introduced to the basics, and the next youngest scouts were making their camp gadgets, the oldest scouts started making lunch.  Hot dogs (and I use the term “hot dogs” loosely.  

They were called “Fun dogs” and boy oh boy did the Scoutmaster take a lot of good natured ribbing from the fathers for going with the cheapest possible generic version of “hot dogs” he could find.   

Personally, I didn’t care – they tasted pretty darn good after the drive up and set up – only I should have brought some onion….

Once lunch was complete, and tummies were full, it was time to hit the trails for a hike…   We crossed the State Park on foot – we went off trail and found ourselves in drifts of knee deep snow, or in places where boot depth water covered with a thin crust of snow. 

We hiked to the woods, and then did some “wham-branching” (walking through the woods where branches that you walk through swing backwards as you pass them – and if the person behind you is too close, they will get “whammed” by the branch).  We located the outdoor amphitheater, stopped for a rest, then headed to the historic site of Ft. Ridgley.

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On the way – I was able to find a GeoCache!  (or at least PART of a GeoCache).  The Minnesota DNR places one Mulit-stage GeoCache in each of their state parks (they do not allow visitors to place them).  I found the first stage, and once I entered the coordinates for the next stage, I found out we passed it (unbeknownst to me) on our way to the first stage.  The hike was to visit the Historic Site... The GeoCaching was just "extra-circular" on my part, so I was not about to head back down into the ravine.  I’ll save the coordinates to the second stage for another time. 

Once at the site, even though the interpretive center was not open, we were able to explore the ruins and learn the history of Ft. Ridgley through some interactive signage placed near each ruin. 

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Hiking back, we decided to take the road MORE traveled, and hoofed it along the paved street.  It was a longer trip, but much easier walking.

That did not stop the boys from getting more dirty, and wet.  They had opportunities for “head dives” into the snow banks, and even one feller decided it would be a good idea to wade into a pool of snow melt (water) that was over his waist.  His boots were filled with standing water, and his coat, pants, and shirt were SOAKED.  

Sigh…. Boys.

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Once we arrived at back at the Chalet, the boys (who’s feet were cold and wet) all wanted to go back inside – along with a couple of the dads.  Since my feet were not cold yet (wet, yes… just not cold yet) Myself, the Scoutmaster, and one other dad (one of the new dads) decided to walk another trail to check out the creek.

I had a great time on that little hike – and got to know one of the new dads pretty well!  Very nice guy, and will fit in with the rest of us dads perfectly!  

Once everyone was back, warm, and dry – the boys started doing their own thing (many were playing Dungeons & Dragons (or their own variant of the game) while others did some reading, listening to iPods, and several of us (myself included ) broke out some playing cards. 

I had a hankerin’ for some cribbage (more on that in another post) but unfortunately, no one brought a board along with them.  So I was introduced to a game I had never played before called “Up and Down the River”.  Within the first couple of hands, it was obvious I had never played before, and by mid game – even one of the new scouts (who had never played before) was picking up the game much faster than I was (i.e. beating the pants off me!). 

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Dinner (a pizza hot-dish of some and biscuits) was served, and then “cleaned up” (and I use that term loosely) – and the boys all went back to doing their own thing.  The “up and down the river” game started back up with a couple of new players who wanted to join in.

Not long after the game was finished, folks (i.e. the dads) started getting a little tired (It was after all, Daylight Savings eve – clocks were to be set ahead before we went to bed). 

Sleeping arrangements were…  odd… to say the least.  I do not own a cot or a self-inflating mattress pad.  I have a foam pad, but it does little or nothing, and since I was not sure what the sleeping accommodations were going to be, I left my foam pad at home.  As Murphy and his law would dictate, I found myself sleeping on the tile floor…  (Tip for future Boy Scout Dads…  Tile floors make for painfully sore mornings…)  It wasn’t completly horrable – I did lay out all my clothing on the floor under my sleeping bag for some added “cushion”.  It helped.

Several of the boys slept in a long / deep storage closet with doors on either side.  They set up a table inside and made “bunks” (one kid on top of the table, and two kids under the table).  It was odd to say the least, and I can only begin to imagine what the inside of that little “tunnel” SMELLED like!  Blech!

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I was first up at 5:30 am.  I quietly got my things packed, and sat down in the dark and quiet of the morning listing to the music of Kate Micucci on my MP3 player.  Ahhh, so peaceful…  (Best darn $5.00 download I have ever found – If you have not listened to her, I highly recommend it!  Follow the link for a listen!) I nodded off a few times before the Assistant Scoutmaster got up – followed shortly by the rest of the group.  Before long, everyone was doing their jobs, packing, cleaning, making breakfast (pancakes and sausage), and preparing to head back out.

It would not be a Boy Scout Campout in Minnesota (especially during the snowy months) without a snowball fight – and this trip did not disappoint.  While waiting for the camp director to ok us to leave – a giant snowball fight broke out – kids vs dads.  With all the melting that had been going on, it was more like an ice ball  fight. 

The ground was both wet and slippery.  The dirt / grass was exposed in certain areas, and it goes without saying that many of the boys (mine included) came home covered in mud…   

#2 of 5 had it all over his back and his butt.  Before I let him into the car – I made him unpack the trunk and get some clothing he could put over his dirty clothes.  Just as we were packing the trunk back up, another one of the boys riding in my car walked up behind me and said… “Um… Mr. FOF… I’m a little muddy.”

ARRRGGHHH!!  He was even worse (if that was possible)

I gave up.  It was a loosing battle.  They were exhausted, and tired, and dirty – and so was I.  I loaded them up, and headed back home.

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