Minneapolis Marathon

Trish finished the Minneapolis Half-Marathon today in 1 hour 57 min!

Crosby Manitou State Park - Memorial Day

The boys and I headed up the north shore to go camping for the long Memorial Day weekend at Crosby Manitou State Park. The park is a satellite of Tettegouche SP and has 25 walk-in sites along the Manitou River and Benson Lake. I reserved one of the lake sites (#21) about ¼ miles from the parking lot.

We got a late start out of the cities and hit traffic, so we didn't get to the park until after 10 pm. It was dark, the boys were tired, and as we headed down the forest trail to the campsite, Sean was sure that I was leading us into a bear’s den. Armed with a trio of headlamps and much hand-holding, we eventually reached the entrance to our site, which was a climb up several sets of log stairs. I was double-packing and after faltering on one of the steps, fell backwards on to Sean, which didn't help his spirits much. I twisted my ankle pretty bad, but we finally got to the site. All was well once I had the tent set up – home.

We woke up to beautiful weather on Saturday. The whole weekend was nice – temps in the 70’s, slight breeze, and no bugs. Our site overlooked the lake and we could barely see our neighbors on either side. And thanks to a severe ice storm over the winter, there was plenty of downed trees and wood in the vicinity. All-in-all, it was an ideal setup.

After retrieving the canoe and the rest of our bags from the van, I twisted up some eggs and sausage for breakfast. We then headed out on the lake for some trolling. The boys quickly got sick of that, so we came in and went on a hike. We went further than I planned (or my ankle liked), but had a nice 2-3 hour hike along the Manitou and through forest. The boys played 'army patrol' for over half the loop and helped keep us safe from German and Japanese soldiers and planes (we switched theatres indiscriminently). Towards the end of the hike the boys were getting pretty whiny, so I pulled out the DQ card to get us through. Naturally, the Silver Bay DQ I remember from 30 years ago is no longer a DQ, but we made do with ice cream sandwiches. We grilled some brats for dinner, had a nice fire, and played Go Fish in the tent.

Sunday was another beautiful day. We tried the trolling thing again - same result - before packing out to Split Rock Lighthouse. It was a nice diversion and got us down to the lake for some rock-throwing and cooling off.

We stopped for dinner at a local place in Finland (Our Place) and got back in time to try some bobber fishing from shore. Sean’s ‘snag’ turned into a nice 12-inch brook trout, but that was it for fish. I had it out of the water for a bit removing the hook, so I didn’t want to wait for pictures.

Boundary Waters, May 2009

Took a four night trip into the Boundary Waters with my brother Ben weekend after opener. The intent was to make a 30-mile loop, leaving from Cross Bay, down to Frost Lake (spending two nights there), over on the Frost River and then up to Gillis Lake (spend another two nights) and in to Round to get out.

Day 1 was great for traveling. We spent the night in a Tuscarora Outfitters bunkhouse, had a sweet french toast breakfast and hit the water. It was a pretty windy day, but as we were traveling along smaller, generally narrow lakes, it didn't affect us much. It took us about 5 hours to navigate the dozen portages and lakes down to Frost. We got a little snow on the way in and saw three other parties. The first was a pair of hardcore fishing-types who found the water to be too cool to their (and the fish apparently) liking. A father/son combo coming out of Frost had a much more optimistic report and gave us the G2 on where the lakers were. After setting up camp, we set out for a little fish, each netting a laker while trolling. Steaks called us in.

Day 2. Lots of Lakers

The wind was kicking up early during breakfast. We briefly contemplated pushing on to Gillis under the reasoning that we wouldn't be able to troll much on Frost in that wind, so we might as well eat up ground. We decided to stay and fish off the leeward side of the island, which has a nice drop-off. It turned out to be a good decision. Ben caught 8-10 lakers on ciscoe-tipped spoons 5 feet below a bobber. He was calling his shots and catching fish nearly at will. My slip bobber with ciscoe on a corky rig didn't fare nearly as well, netting only one. I tried spinning for awhile and got 3-4 that way.

Day 3. Change in Plans

We woke up Saturday morning to a coating of snow on the ground and the wind howling out of the NW. We decided against travel to Gillis (7 hours) and instead found a way to do a little fishing and keep warm. Our fishing point from the previous day was taking direct waves, and we nearly flipped the canoe trying to navigate away from it. We ended up trapped on the south side of the island while whitecaps rolled down the lake.

Ben still managed to catch a couple lakers off a shelf.

Day 4. Exploring a New Lake.

Sunday was georgeous - we backtracked a couple hours towards Cross Bay and set up at Karl Lake, just north of Long Island. We had no idea what was in it, but it looked fishy, and we got a great campsite. We caught a few lakers - including a 5 pounder - and a number of pesky northerns.

Day 5. Re-entry

Ground zero on Hamm Lake. I thought we'd find nothing but charcoal on the lake, but the way it took off NW from the campsite very little of Hamm Lake was affected. You can see here where the fire skipped across the channel from the campsite.

Forrestville Mystery Cave State Park

Quick Saturday overnight to Forrestville Mystery Cave. We were supposed to have gone Friday night, but Sam cut open his chin on Friday - requiring 5 stitches - and had a hockey game Saturday morning (his coach assured him that hockey players play through stitches).

First, some time to whittle with their new knives - minor wounds only.

Sam's first Root River brown taken out of some fast current. Sam picked out the fly (Prince Nymph), hooked, and landed the fish himself.

Sean waiting until he can fly-fish.