The Great Plains…continue – September 1st – 7th, 2016


Goldenrod in full bloom along the river. A favorite prairie plant that reminds us of home.

September 1, 2016

Lake Sharpe, 12 miles south of Pierre, South Dakota

Alyce almost stepped on a snake this morning. Scared the crap out of me while I was still in my tent because I could see what was going on. The snake stayed put for a while. Didn’t see what kind it was. I respect snakes, it’s got to be a hard life crawling around and being hated on all the time… but they are spooky.

Wind. More wind.


September 1st, 2016

I almost stepped on a snake this morning. My foot hovered directly over her head, as the small and dim light of my headlamp shown its meager illumination forward, revealing at first the tail, followed by the body. How I ran screaming “SNAKE”, back into the area where our tents were. I was incredibly startled and unsure what kind of snake it was. And why it had not struck out for my foot.

I should back up here and explain that I haven’t run into many snakes in my wilderness experiences, well up to this point now. Knowing since the beginning of the expedition that we would be in rattler (aka rattlesnake) country, I have tried to be cautious and watch my step. Though this morning, with my mind still groggy and the sky still dark, I was not using constant vigilance. I walked back to the shoreline and the snake was still sitting there, following me with her eyes. I made another trip back to the tent area, bringing more gear to the shore. The snake was still there, watching me. I was a little freaked out, though began to reflect on what it could mean that on the first day of the month of my birthday, this year turning 30 and moving into a new decade, I have my first real encounter with a snake. I am not sure what the message or meaning is, though I am excited to reflect on this significance.

Rough morning. Paddled. Wind. Lake Sharpe is muddy, like swallow you up mud. Wind increased as the  afternoon went on. Took an hour to paddle 1 mile from lunch island spot to DeGray boat ramp. Hard paddling. Arrived there around 2:30. Wind bound, yet again. I was glad we had made it to a boat ramp, as my friends Linnea and Dave were somewhere in South Dakota, looking for us. They drove out from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Part of the Minnesota paddlers community. The original plan was that we would all paddle together this weekend- well Mother Nature and the wind had different ideas for us. Adventures people, who in 2013 paddled the Mississippi River. It was awesome to see their faces and hear Linnea in the front seat: “somebody order a pizza!” It was a great evening, sitting in the boat ramp parking lot, eating pizza, drinking beer and having great conversation as the fading hues of dusk hovered in the air. The Stars came out and we reveled in their glow. We all retired early to our tents and allowed a leisurely wake up time, as the forecast was not good, with strong winds coming out of the south east, the direction we would be paddling.


September 2nd, 2016

The wind blew strong and fierce all night, the rattling of the tent waking me at various points, even into the early minutes of the morning, when it seemed to increase in strength. And as it would do all day, morning, afternoon, sunset and night time. So the day was spent in typical river fashion: playing cribbage, in the decently protected cove of the very few trees at the boat ramp. Multiple games, a break for lunch and back at it. Somehow the common house fly managed to fight the wind and bother us all day. They are veracious creatures, relentless in their pursuit of human skin. Since Linnea and Dave had a car here, we decided to go into Pierre for dinner. In 2 days we paddled 30 river miles from Pierre, though only 30 minutes by car. Fascinating how that works.

Somehow it became late afternoon! Linnea and Dave went for a walk and I took a little nap. Playing cribbage all day can really tire one out! When they were back, I got a good look at the sky, which now contained ominous looking rain clouds. Along with the wind blowing at us, we repositioned our tents and got camp secured for anything. Heading into town, it’s always a strange sensation to be in a car, traveling at 55 miles per hour, when I’m use to only going 2-6 miles an hour. Dinner and Walmart. Fire right by the water in the handmade rock fire ring. Music. Yuke, so much fun. S’mores with Milky Way candy bars.

The stars, the fire, the water crashing on the rocks. The prairie grass dancing violently in the wind. Singing together, Lisa on guitar, Linnea on Yuke and Dave with the nails!!! Another amazing river life night! The wind was still not predicted to change for tomorrow. So we stayed up late and did not establish a wake up time for the morning. Sometimes you just know you are wind bound. There is something about the prairie wind that she just blows and blows. It reminds me of being in the tundra of Canada, where the wind just keeps on coming. The similarities are fascinating.


September 3, 2016

DeGrey Boat Access, Lake Sharpe, South Dakota

Perhaps the lack of overwhelming joy I experienced at the end of Lake Oahe was foreshadowing for the experience ahead on Lake Sharpe. We’ve been windbound at a deserted boat ramp for 2.5 days now.

Fortunately, two of Alyce’s friends, Dave and Linnea, drove in from Minneapolis on the night of the 1st to join our party for Labor Day weekend. Linnea and Dave paddled the Mississippi together a couple of years ago and connected with Alyce through that paddling community.


An afternoon at a boat ramp in South Dakota. Dave, Linnea, Alyce, and Lisa using rocks, feet, water bottles, and the cribbage board to keep cards from blowing away.

They brought their boat, Frank the Tank, and we were all going to paddle together until the wind foiled those plans. Instead, we got to hang out together in a gravel parking lot, playing cribbage and talking politics, canoeing, and life.

We had dinner in town and I discovered a previously unknown talent at pinball. I scored like 40,000,000 points and got to play for like 20 minutes on a dollar.

It turns out pinball is really fun AND a team sport. If you’ve ever been fortunate (or skilled) enough to play for more than a minute and half, you get to discover all these cool missions and obstacles and all kinds new flashing lights and sounds.


Batman pinball, a team activity.

It takes a team of at least four complete novices to begin to decipher the codes on that come at you as rapid-fire as the little silver balls you’re trying to keep in play. I had one person reading the screen to me, one person locating the targets on the machine for me, and one person hollering when more balls were being released and coming my way. I just stayed focused on those little flippers and kept scoring points. It was Batman pinball too, so it was extra creepy. We defeated the Scarecrow and the Joker. Did not get the Batmobile. Next time.

We went on to have an excellent night around the fire playing music and laughing a lot. L and D are both musicians and they brought along a new Ukele to christen. Their old one had succumbed to their trip down the Mississipp and Linnea’s other one was a gift from Tony Danza, so she didn’t travel with it.

Linnea is an excellent story teller with a quick wit and somewhat dry sense of humor. She recounted the time she reluctantly followed her friend to the taping of Tony Danza’s show. She was shocked to find herself going bananas with the rest of the crowd when Tony Danza wheeled out a cart full of Ukeles. He wanted everyone in the audience to experience the same joy of Uke-ing that he had.

What a trip.

We christened Linnea’s new Uke, named “Sharpe”, on the beach that night with the wind howling and fire swirling and threatening to destroy anything that ventured too close. Like Dave’s last pair of pants. He had lost one pair to old age and another to a rotting meat juice situation. He really was playing with fire in his PJ pants dodging sparks. Dave’s voice reminded me a lot of Jon Lovitz, who I love, especially in A League of Their Own, so I got a big kick out of him, in general.

If you are going to spend Labor Day weekend stuck at a boat ramp, might as well call in some good company. Thanks for playing, friends, hope to see you back in Minneap!


Linnea and Sharpe, Lisa and Minne, Dave and the nails.

“Hey cowgirls, see the grass? Don’t eat it.”


September 3rd, 2016

She was at it again the wind, all night and morning and day. Slightly less fierce than the day before, yet not a real noticeable difference. A leisurely morning. Cribbage played. Linnea and Dave went canoeing, across the Missouri River. Upon returning they packed their gear and canoe and the 3 of us headed into town to eat dinner. We found a Mexican place and had a lovely time. As my birthday is on the 5th, Linnea and Dave bought my dinner as a birthday treat! It is so much fun having friends come and visit on the river. It was a great way to ring in the beginning of my birthday month.


September 4

Cowpoop landing, 1 mile E of Joe Creek Rec Area, Lake Sharpe, South Dakota

We got up at 5:30am to assess the conditions. We were both hoping to get on the water before more southeast winds were scheduled to pick up. There was enough of a lull that we decided it was a good idea to get moving.

What luck! Another headwind! The wind picked up as we made our way across the lake, giving us yet another opportunity to build some grit and muscle mass. Exactly what we were hoping for.

Fortunately, we were able to keep a 2-2.5mph pace and enjoy some moments of calm. At about 4pm the wind really started giving us the business so we pulled over to see if we could wait it out.

Storm clouds were building in the distance so we called it at about 5 and decided to make camp where we were: a field full of cow dung. Another win for team A and L.

Here is what I have learned about storms in the Great Plains: you are better off keeping your belongings in their bags and waiting out the wind, rain, and hail in your raingear. My tent got sufficiently demolished. That was partly my bad – I failed to stake out the guy lines prior to the invasion.


Pole snapped, caused 2 holes in the rainfly. The rainfly that was rendered useless under the weight of several gallons of water. A lot things got wet.

The wind came in at about 60mph with lightning and torrent of rain to round out the experience. I was outside of my tent anyway- I don’t like to be near the aluminum with lighting right overhead. When I looked over at my old tent, I could sort of see that something wasn’t right, but I waited for the worst of it to pass.

The big stuff blew by pretty quickly, as it usually does, leaving some angry looking clouds- all kinds of blue and grey with a flash of hot white every now and then. The drizzle stayed to keep me company as I assessed the scene. One tent pole snapped and several holes in my rain fly thanks to said snapped pole. Half of the tent was collapsed under the weight of about a gallon of water.

Inside, the books I had foolishly left out were all half-soggy but my sleeping bag was dry. I learned my lesson on that one in the last big storm and left it all bundled up in its dry bag. I had pitched the tent on a bit of a slope to begin with so all the water that had pooled in it had collected down in the bottom third.


Hey, remember this: even in the darkest storm, you are never alone. This spider cleaned it’s mouthparts for like 20 minutes while the thunder and lightning moved on.

I looked around and saw Alyce wading through a new river flowing next to her tent. I looked down at the rivers passing by my tent and realized that they were about 50% water and 50% manure. Why? Whywhywhy? Gross.

We both emptied out our tents and moved to higher, less poopy ground. We also checked the weather and saw that we were still in the midst of an active thunderstorm advisory. “Move to the interior of a building away from windows,” the advisory advised. “Good thing my tent doesn’t have windows,” Alyce remarked.

Another few rounds of wind, torrential rain, and lightning came through but that first round ended up being the worst of it. I don’t like being out in big storms like that. I do feel some fear when the lightning comes really close. I know people who have been struck. I think that really is the most dangerous thing we deal with out here. We try to be close to places where we can find better shelter when hear about big storms coming in, but it’s not always possible. Sometimes they pop up out of nowhere. Sometimes they escalate beyond predictions. You just have to be ready to weather them and I’d say, in this case, I didn’t do the best job.

I’ll be able to make do with my tent until we see Viki again in a few days and I can get my spare. And my stuff will dry out eventually.


September 4th, 2016

Okay Lake Sharpe, let’s calm the wind down so we can paddle. Up early to try and get miles. Calm morning. Wind picked up. Good to be back on the water after 2 wind bound days. Made 17 miles, the landscape changing. Rockier and gravel shore, instead of the swallow you up mud and slippery slimy rocks. There are also more frequent spots to pull out and camp if needed. Wind picked up in the late morning and really calmed down after lunch.

After 8 hours of paddling we made it to Joe creek recreation area and took a break. The wind stared to increase, yet we paddled on, only making another half mile in 45 minutes before the wind got even more fierce. Luckily we were at a decent camping spot and pulled over. We didn’t unload the boat right away, thinking if the wind dies down we will paddle again. After only 30 minutes, we called it, as a large storm cell was moving towards us. Really intense storm- everything wet. Flooding under my tent, as the down pour of rain created new mini rivers all around me. Luckily I hadn’t unpacked all my gear and so most of my stuff didn’t get soaked.

When the worst was over and it was just a drizzle I emerged from the wet tent and assessed my location. I realized I would be sleeping in a puddle all night if I didn’t move. Up to higher ground and that made a huge difference. My sleeping pad and tent began to dry out and thankfully it was still warm out. Wet and cold are the Bain of my existence. That and the common house flies. Going to try and get up early tomorrow and make more miles. Only 37 left of Lake Sharpe and 106 on Francis Cale Hass reservoir and 25 on Lewis and Clark reservoir. Once we hit Yankton it’s all river miles from there. I can’t wait!


September 5, 2016

5 miles NW of Ft. Thompson, Lake Sharpe, South Dakota



Drifty, buried in the sand after an impressive storm.

What an awesome day. The weather was nice – classic calm after the storm. I had three surprises for Alyce on the docket. She chose to open one at each meal. Breakfast was a T-shirt that says “Rise of the woman = rise of the nation” that I ordered from this awesome organization called The Female Collective. Lunch was a tote bag that says “Mind your own uterus”. She really got a kick out of that one.

In case you hadn’t picked up on this yet, Alyce, Viki, and I believe wholeheartedly in the feminist movement. That is to say, we believe in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes. That is the root of Source of Confidence. Empowering women, especially, to take positive risks in their own lives that help close the equity gap between the sexes.

I knew Alyce would freak out with these gifts, and she did. It was awesome. I ordered shirts for Viki and I as well.

We paddled for 12 hours, all the way to dark. What better way to ring in a 30th birthday than sit in a canoe for hours and hours on end? I couldn’t have envisioned a more excellent way to celebrate with my friend.

Alyce opted to open the last gift the next day when Viki would be arriving so that she could be a part of the celebration too.


“How do you want to celebrate your birthday, Alyce?” “Paddling”


September 5, 2016

The storm ragged on most of the night, giving me a good welcome into a new decade, for today is my 30th birthday. We slept in and Lisa gave me the first of 3 presents! A really cool shirt from the Female Collective. I love it. It was slow moving this morning, with everything being wet and below the normal hot temperature. I didn’t mind, it’s my birthday after all and I’ll do what I want. Once on the water we were paddling machines. The wind wasn’t really blowing and there were moments of calm; which after the last several days of intense wind this was a welcome reprieve.

At lunch I turned my phone on and discovered several messages from friends and family wishing me a happy birthday. I got my second present from Lisa, the coolest tote bag ever! Gary, Viki’s dad and Jenny, one of my best friends, sang the same birthday song, calling during our lunch break. It was awesome. We kept paddling. Got to use the sail, considered a birthday present from lake Sharpe. For dinner we had an amazing meal of canned beans and chicken (not good cold), I was going to open my third present from Lisa then, yet since it was on the computer I decided to wait till we were on land. Plus the anticipation would keep me going. Lisa put a lot of effort and energy into making my birthday special.

So we just kept paddling, a total of 12 hours in the boat. We were under 10 miles from the dam when we finally camped. This was at sundown, dusk had blanketed the land. The colors in the sky were electric and were a perfect way to end my birthday!


September 6th, 2016

Up and back to paddling. Only 12 hours out of the boat, on land and most of that was sleeping. Though we only had a handful of miles to paddle to the Dam and then it was a short half mile portage. We would be meeting Viki today and having her camp with us for the next few days. I was really looking forward to seeing her, it had been since the beginning of August when we last meet up in Washburn, ND. A whole other state away.

The morning went by easily, a slight wind and cloudy skies, perfect paddling conditions. Wow, another reservoir paddled and only two more to go! It feels like we haven’t been on the river in months. Just going to battle with large bodies of water and wind. Always wind. Getting to the dams at the end of these reservoirs always feels so sweet. While we waited at the boat ramp for the person we had arranged to help us move our gear to the campground, we cleaned out all our bags and gear. Threw all trash in the dumpster and ate lunch. Bob, an ACE ranger showed up and said he had heard we were coming through. He asked if we needed help with the portage, as Ron the camp ground host could help us. It seemed like the person who we had made prior arrangements with wasn’t going to show, so we said yes. It worked out great. Ron brought us and our gear to the campground, got is situated at a nice spot near the water. He also showed us how we could do a shorter portage and then paddle across the bay to the campground. Still half a mile, though better than almost two had we walked along the road. In no time we had completed the portage and were hanging out at the camp ground, relaxing. Joyous river life. Viki arrived and we had a wonderful evening. Birthday candles on doughnuts

Lisa’s third present: a video montage of pictures, letters from friends and family, along with mini videos. All wishing me a happy birthday and saying a lot of nice things. It made me cry the whole time. It is really powerful to receive so much love and kindness in one sitting. It is also empowering, as one after the other my friends and family said how inspiring what we are doing with source of confidence is. I can get caught up in the hard moments and forget that there is a whole community of people following along, cheering us on and sending love to us and the expedition. This was a beautiful reminder. Also one of the greatest birthday presents ever. Lisa really worked hard to make my birthday special and I am still in awe that she carried my presents around in her bag for a whole month! Without them getting wet or me finding out!!! I can’t believe how lucky I am to have Lisa and Viki as friends and partners in this glorious and challenging adventure! We stayed up late talking, laughing and eating birthday doughnuts! Today was another great day on the river!


September 6th, 2016

Lake Francis Case, Ft. Thompson, South Dakota

Viki! VikiVikiViki! It was especially awesome to see Viki this go-around. She has a presence that can light up the whole sky. We were working on drying everything out at our campsite. Had the wind to assist us with that.


When searching for intruders, leave no stone unturned. Then take advantage of the explosion to dry everything out.

The portage over the dam was easy. We took care of a little wood roach situation that had popped up in the days since we’d left Pierre. After seeing some suspiciously roach-like creatures in our bags for a few days, we decided to take the matter seriously. Roaches are foul creatures.

After thoroughly annihilating all existing roach-like stowaways and repacking our gear, we threw it in the back of a friendly stranger’s pick-up. He drove the gear and we hauled the canoe. Thank you again, Bob and Ron!

Viki showed up prepared for Roachpocalypse. We weren’t sure what we were dealing with so she went out and grabbed so cheap doubles of our clothes. This way, we’d have something to wear in case we needed to torch everything.

Fortunately, we were able to identify these pests as wood roaches. Alyce’s mom, Ann did a thorough search of the internet and discovered these things:

  1. The wood roach is more like a cricket than a roach
  2. They are not a health hazard
  3. You can set traps for them at night
  4. They don’t survive indoors

Look at that. That’s experiential education right there. We bagged up a bunch of our stuff in trash bags anyway just to make sure we’d gotten rid every last one.

We had a great women’s night together. I’d been feeling strange lately. Having a harder time dealing with the stress of the expedition and the constant “character development” that goes along with it. I asked Viki and Alyce to help me sort out some feelings and they really did. That was a really important moment for me. I don’t usually let people in so much. I felt a great sense of relief and release to be able to trust my friends to catch me. And to feel their love for me. It was a good moment for all of us.


Best friends are the best friends!

We watched the slideshow of videos, photos, and notes that I’d asked people to send me for Alyce’s birthday. People sent all kinds of great, creative, and thoughtful messages telling Alyce how wonderful and inspiring of a person she is.

Later, we played music, sang, and laughed for hours in our new bear suits. Our spirits soared. Another great night around a fire with women I love.


One of the fantastic creations made for Alyce by good friend.

September 7th, 2016

 We slept later than usual this morning, accounting for the late night. The plan was to paddle the 18 miles on Lake Francis Case, arriving in Chamberline, SD. Viki would drive there and stay the night with us. Lena and Tyler Hammel, river Angels who live in Chamberline, had offered to pay for a motel in town for us. They also wanted to take us out to dinner. Norm Miller meet them when he retraced the Lewis and Clark route and had connected us with the Hammels. I was really looking forward to a night in a motel, with the pillows and other amenities.

On the water by 9:30, the wind was already blowing right in our faces. Also there was no short stretch of river connecting the lake to the dam, as there have been at all the other points after the dam. It felt like slow going, since there really wasn’t any current. I was unsure if we would actually make it to Chamberline today and was trying to calm the doubt in my mind. So I just paddled hard and after 8 hours we made it to the American Creek camp ground, where we would store our boat and gear. It was a long hard day of paddling and I felt wiped out. Viki meet us and we transported to the motel. A little oasis in South Dakota. A cold shower rejuvenated me and I felt ready for dinner. It was a short walk to the restaurant, where we meet the wonderful Hammels. Amazing South Dakotans, they have owned their own chiropractor practice for 24 years. It’s just the two of them, Tyler is the chiropractor and Lena runs the business. We had a marvelous dinner and chatted about our trip, their lives and children and the beauty of the plains states. Tired and full after dinner, they gave us a ride back to the motel. We made plans to see them tomorrow at 11am for an adjustment and sometime in the massage chair at their practice. I was really looking forward to that.

Our original plan was to get on the water tomorrow, paddle and meet Viki somewhere down the lake. Well the next access point, via car to the river was well over 30 miles away and so we decided to spend the day in Chamberline. And get another night in the motel, a birthday present for myself and the team as a whole. This was also made easy by the weather forecast calling for strong wind, that ultimately would have wind bound us had we tried to paddle. We could also sleep-in and have a relaxing morning, eating the hot breakfast provided by the motel! What a day, with so many lives in lived.


September 7, 2016

Chamberlain, South Dakota

We started the 18-mile paddle to Chamberlain in our bear suits. With the strong headwind we were working hard and, though adorable, the suits soon became too warm. It took all day to get to Chamberlain so we were beat when we finally did show up.

Lena and Tyler Hammel took us out to dinner and treated us so kindly and with such generosity. They are an incredible team. They’ve been working together both through jobs and a relationship since they were in their early teens. They are so compatible and their stories were a lot of fun to hear. Thanks again, Hammels!

We weathered another big storm, this time from the safety of a motel room. That really is a luxury. As the storm came in over the horizon, I stayed outside to watch for a while. It was huge. Big, purple and deep blue and black clouds took up most of the southern sky. The lighting shot very defined white-yellow bolts between the clouds. Some of them touched down to earth making rumbles in the distance.

Thunder can sound so different depending on how close it is to you. It rumbles and grumbles real low when it’s far away. It seems to last longer too. As it gets closer, you hear the crack. Like when the head of an ax comes down on a dry piece of wood. Crack! Then a longer echo follows.

The ax creates a space in the wood, the energy pushes it apart. Seems to me like lightning does the same thing to atmosphere around it. Pushes a crack in it, makes a big sound, splits it apart in instant. In this case, it goes right back together again but it still sends out that long echo.

It is interesting to sit through a storm. It’s something you will never know the experience of until you go through it. All storms are a little different. You can be different in storms too. When I get caught in a storm in the wilderness, far from any sort of building or help, I feel confident. I’m confident in my ability to put myself in the safest available position and wait it out without doubt. There may still be fear at times, storms can be really scary. But I remain calm, because I know I’ve done the best I can.

On an expedition like this where we make our way between towns and places where we can be indoors, that’s the safest option. Sometimes when I know we are within range of safer options, I start to doubt myself when we do get caught in storms. Mostly, it’s unavoidable. In certain cases, where it is possible, it is a great relief to have safe shelter.

The breeze increased, pushing my hair in my face, and pulling me out of thoughts. A warning of the storm coming closer. The volume of thunder increased, telling me to take my own advice and move inside. Storms are beautiful to watch from a distance and they’re eye-opening to experience. I’m not advocating walking into a storm, but I will say, when you eventually find yourself in one, It’s good to know how you will react. It’s good to know how to keep yourself safe. It’s also good to remember not to take that shelter, that safety for granted.


Life on the Plains – End of August 2016

August 20, 2016

Whitlock State Park, Lake Oahe, South Dakota


The sail only works under a very certain set of conditions: tail- or slight cross-tailwind. Wind must be between about 5-10mph, sustained. Less is not enough to pull the sail, more and you may end up dealing with too much fetch (waves caused by wind) for it to be safe. Lake Oahe is oriented North-South without too much meandering to the east or west (until the very end) so we need the wind to be coming from the north to help us out.

Yesterday it was too much. We were only able to travel about 5 miles before the wind was pulling too hard at the sail and the waves made it too difficult to control the boat. The boat was moving about 6 mph which was awesome but also too close to the edge for comfort. Decided to pull over and make camp at about 2pm just as a light rain came in. I put my tent next to Alyce’s  so we could spend the afternoon hanging out.


Alyce taking in the sunset after the rain.

We ate lunch and played cribbage as the temperature dropped. I refuse to wear pants or too many layers while it’s still summer. I’m trying to keep myself acclimated without relying too much on clothing until I have to. If I start wearing too much insulation when it’s 60, I’ll have to rely on more than just layers (exercise, butter, and complaining) to keep me warm when it’s in the 40’s in November. I don’t know if this has any scientific or real logical basis but it gives me a sense of security. 60 degrees after you are used to 90’s feels dramatic. Rather than submit and wear pants…I got in my sleeping bag.


A visually stimulating section of shoreline. From this distance, pick out the ideal place to camp. In that clump of trees, you think? Well, so do the cows. Turns out shade is a commodity and the price is sleeping in, basically sewage. #ilovecamping

The middle part of Oahe is more visually stimulating than the areas closer to Bismarck. Green rolling hills, large bluffs made of dark and light soil. The river bottom fluctuates between sand, rock, and mud. This morning, the mud on the shoreline was a pain in the butt. Every step had me in to mid-calf and didn’t want to let me out. Shoes were not an option because I wasn’t willing to risk losing them. Add rocks to the barefoot-muddy mix and it was uncomfortable and hilarious loading the boat. One step at a time, stagger, sink, sway, try not to fall over while carrying gear to the boat.

We had to take turns holding Drifty (our canoe) in the big waves that were coming at us. We assessed the borderline-too-big waves as a positive risk; they were going the direction we wanted. Took us twice as long to load the boat but once we got in, we only got out for a 45-minute lunch break over the next 11 hours. We covered around 35 miles with the help of a consistent NW wind. The fetch got big on occasion – close to 1.5 foot swells at one point – but nothing too outrageous.

We made each other laugh all day. We are really getting into these (not accurately imitated) Irish personas we’ve created. The accents are poor but the banter is a ton of fun. Alyce is really funny. We have figured out how to turn the “afternoon uncomfortables” into delirium-induced comedy sketches which we perform with and for one another.

Today, I pointed out shapes in the clouds while Alyce cursed the boat and the wind. “I’m having the time of my life and I only have myself to blame.” I love it when she gets in those moods. It’s the good-natured type of misery that builds camaraderie. All of a sudden, the expedition, or anything that could mostly be categorized as “retroactive fun”, becomes actual in-the-moment fun. It’s the camaraderie that is born when you are in a united front against the suck with your expedition-mates.


Embracing the rain and cooler temps on Lake Oahe.

We made it all the way to West Whitlock State Park where we found a campsite with some nice neighbors. They let us tool around on their orange and pink beach cruisers for a while. I love riding bikes. I’ve been missing that aspect of summer here on the river.

– Lisa

August 20th, 2016

What a day. Tailwind and an intense 33 miles paddled to the state park, with a whopping 10 hours in the canoe!
We meet Tom and Heather, at the state park and they let us ride their bikes to see if the restaurant was open. It was not. More prairie and fewer trees. So much prairie. It is truly beautiful watching the amber waves of grass rippling in the wind. Like an invisible hand stirring the blades and making them whisper amongst themselves.

August 21st, 2016

Wow, another fully lived day on lake Oahe. I woke up tired and annoyed that is it was already time to pack up. After a long day like yesterday and only having arrived at the state park around 6:30pm, I really didn’t want to get up at 6am. Alas, the wind is predicted at 5-10 mph out of the south east. Our immediate first 5 miles have us heading west, northwest, as the lake is becoming a snake.

Getting on the water early is always a good idea, as the wind picks up in the afternoon. Though it’s hard only being on land for not even 12 hours and 8 of them in my tent. So that’s what I did. Got up, packed, ate breakfast; went into auto pilot mode. I was falling asleep in the bow by 8:30am; not a good sign when you just got on the water at 7:45. Alas the day went by really fast. Around Lunch time the wind picked up and as we came around a corner we found an amazing huge tree, log stuck off the shores of lake Oahe. Beautiful, smoothed from years of water and bleached from sunshine and bird poop.  As we ate our traditional fare of tort, meat stick, cheese and mustard (yet again the garlic has not made it into the lunch bucket).

The wind increased. A leasuirly lunch because well the winds already blowing and will for some time, replenish now. Swimming and jumping off the tree into the water. So much fun! Critical on days when the wind howls in my face, I can’t really hear and the sun beats down. It’s not really that dramatic, though sometimes it really does feel that way.
Yet the prairie and surroundings are beautiful. I had never been to South Dakota before this adventure. A harsh existence for sure and magnificent all at the same time.


Our lunch spot for the day! Fun times jumping into the water from the log!

The trees are becoming father and farther apart, until only a few lone trees remain. What is must take to survive, plant, animal and still human. Before it was living off the land, homesteading and farming. Now it’s economic opportunity; really one in the same, today it’s just trees turned to paper with ink stamped on them. A few of the rambling thoughts that run through my head while paddling for 8 hours a day.

The landscape truly is something to behold and I found myself getting lost looking into the hills and grasses. Also cows. Lots of cows; it seems like they are everywhere. We are also starting to see haybales. Something new. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, the wind increased.

By 4pm I was spent and we had found a nice little spot, with a rocky beach and decent protection from the wind. Boat unloaded, tent setup and gear explosion. The absence of the ever-present sand enables us to air our gear and food buckets out. Our dinner bucket lid appears to be leaking and had made the bucket a little nasty, not to mention everything being covered in sand. Nothing a little sun and shake won’t fix. Along with cleaning the bucket in the lake and letting the wind/sun dry her out. Thankfully we have an extra large plastic bag to line the bucket with (we figured this trick out when our lunch bucket lid began to leak several weeks ago). Our gear bag was full of sand and days old moisture, not wanting that mildewy smell everything came out and the frost river pack got a good shacking and time in the sun. It looked like a great yard sale. Though we are really good at making ourselves at home. A delightful later afternoon, playing cards and calling a few of our Kickstarter supports as part of their rewards. Dinner and the sunsetting, another well lived day on the river.


August 22, 2016

Just south of Sutton Bay, Lake Oahe, South Dakota


Over 100 days of rigorous expedition and it’s not surprising that gear starts to break down. Alyce moving on to Plan B: sunscreen when her shirt failed.

Oahe pulsates. She is her own living, breathing being. The wind seemed to come from a few directions today, giving Oahe a confused sort of sea. Beautiful to watch from shore but too restless to paddle.

We swam more than 15 times. Every 20 or 30 minutes we had to get back in the water to keep systems from shutting down. 100 degrees. Heat index hotter. Holy oppressive heat. Wind was hot too.

We inflated our sleeping mats and rode the waves. So much fun. If the water had been salty, we might as well have been in the Gulf of Mexico.


A few of my favorite things.

A band of horses came down and played in water too. I grew up spending a fair amount of time around horses but haven’t really ever seen them play like these characters. They were rolling in the rocks, running, jumping, and trying to get each other to play. Everyone was having fun in the waves.

We had a great day despite the heat. Played a lot of cribbage, I got a bunch of writing done, and we did a lot of laughing. The soft pink, purple, and blue sunset was the ideal backdrop to round out the day.

– Lisa

August 24, 2016

Sunset Haven, Lake Oahe, South Dakota


The vibrant layers of South Dakota.

So proud of the day!! Really enjoyed the challenge of the cross-wind. Kept me alert all day but not in an exhausting way. Just enough to avoid boredom which is good because the music isn’t working on phone right now.

We paddled 10 miles in about 8 hours. It was grueling only traveling about 1.5-2mph all day. Like being on a really big water treadmill. The scenery did change a little. Sometime there would be cows, sometimes only grass. Then other times there would be more grass and cows.

When we hit the boat ramp, Alyce flagged down some people in super ATV and asked them if they could drive us to get drinking water. Next thing we knew, we were eating fried walleye and corn fritters and sleeping in beds in an air-conditioned building. Perfect ending to a great day.


Big thanks to Wade, Joel, and David for helping us get water! A short adventure turned into new friends, fried walleye, and a great place to get out of the sun and wind for a couple of days.

– Lisa

August 25-28, 2016

Bush’s Landing to 5 miles S of Pike Haven, Lake Oahe, South Dakota


We solemnly swear to never again take climate-controlled environments for granted again. It is so much easier to think and work when sweat isn’t dripping in your eyes and brain. Thanks, Kelly and Carol for the incredible office space above Lake Oahe and all of your hospitality. It’s incredible what seeing things from a different perspective can do.

Had an excellent time hanging out with Kelly, Carol, Bob, Phil, David, Wade, and Joel at Sunset Haven resort. Kelly is a fishing guide and excellent cook and he and his wife, Carol were hosting the guys for a few days and added us to the guest list as soon as we showed up. Again, such incredible hospitality and enthusiastic company.

The wind was too much the next day so we stayed an extra night in paradise. Thanks again, Kelly and Carol!


Sunflowers above Lake Oahe.

We paddled on the next day making it Little Bend Recreation Area where we met our good friend Jack Hilbrich and his brother Tom. The four of us camped out there and I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard for so long. Those two picked up on our outrageous senses of humor and personalities instantly and the banter was non-stop.


Excellent company on the only day it rained a little on the Plains. Thanks for bringing the joy to us, Tom and Jack!

We were also in a celebratory mood after having completed the voyage around Little Bend. There is nothing “little” about Little Bend, by the way. Here is how Dave Miller describes it in “The Complete Paddler”:

“Here some cautions are in order…The Cheyenne River flows into the lake on the downstream right side, and a southeast wind will generate large waves and confused seas near the confluence. There are few places along the shore where there is any shelter if a storm blows up and you have to pitch a tent. Further compounding the difficulty is the fact that you cannot see the horizon to the south and west as you work your way along the upstream side of the point…Also, because of Little Bend’s NW to SE aspect and because prevailing winds are from either of those directions, you probably will have to work against headwinds for half the distance around the bend.”

He goes on to describe the option of a manual portage across Little Bend as “very difficult but not impossible.” The “healthy population of rattlesnakes”, mud, and steep hills made this sound like a real winner of an option. Kind of a last resort option, if you ask me.

Well, we crushed it with some perfect paddling conditions to start, moving into rain and cold, and rounding out with a strong headwind as we made the bend back east. It was all worth it, though, to get one of the most notorious parts of the most notorious reservoir done.

The next day was brutal. It was in the high nineties and there was pretty much no wind. That’s what we wanted, right? It’s a tradeoff. Sometimes that heat makes it just as hard to paddle as the wind. It was about a four-mile paddle to Pike Haven Resort where we had plans to meet another friend of ours, Iggy.


Good to see our great friend and deep conversation master, Iggy!

Iggy could only stay for a couple of hours, so she got right to the point. After bestowing several gifts – a necklace I had forgotten at Outward Bound, a new seat cushion, and several bags of chai tea – she asked us, point blank, what we’ve learned about ourselves.

For me, I said I’m learning how to better discern my intuitive voice from my ego-driven voice. One sounds a lot nicer but also makes me do things that are hard (but good). For Alyce, she’s gained the knowledge that this is what she wants to do for the rest of her life. Good question, Iggy.

After Iggy left, we paddled on until dark and I didn’t bother setting up my tent. I just rolled out my sleeping bag 10 feet from the water. The stars were unreal.

– Lisa

August 29-31, 2016

The Ferris House, Pierre, South Dakota

Back in a headwind.

Feel strong; gettin’ after it.

Finish Oahe.


Kissing the shore after completing the 231-mile long Lake Oahe.

I didn’t feel as pumped as I thought I would to finish Lake Oahe. We struggled against an east wind that pushed us sideways as we made our way to the end of the lake. It felt good to get to the boat ramp and pull all of our stuff out of the lake for the last time, but I thought I’d feel like dancing or something.

Instead, we followed the treasure hunt a fellow thru paddler, Kris Laurie, had left for us and came upon a cache of candy and some classy South Dakota wine. Kris also left a note telling us how B-A he thinks we are and how he’s sorry he’s so much faster than us because he really wants to meet us. I’m just kidding about that last part, but he did express that it’s a shame we will have paddled all this way at the same time and not run into each other even once. We thought the same thing.

We left a note, some Source of Confidence buttons and some other treats wrapped up in the 14 plastic bag system that Kris had used, buried it under the same rock, and sent the same treasure map to Lance and Gary, the guys next behind us paddling the entire river. Hopefully they will leave something for Mike and Cookie, our friends from July on Ft. Peck who are headed to St. Louis. This is a fun tradition. The community of paddlers is incredible. So supportive and adventuresome.

In fact, we stayed with the most rad family of river rats for two nights in Pierre, SD. Guy Ferris and Mitch Kleinsasser took the Missouri River from Three Forks, MT back home to Pierre in a pontoon a couple of years ago. They made a movie too. Can’t wait to see it.

Guy and Mitch helped us out with the portage around the dam- actually Mitch just straight up gave us his van. Since we accidentally left one of the wheels for our portage cart in Bismarck, never to be seen again, we had to get back to our Boundary Waters roots and carry the canoe on our shoulders.

If you have never portaged an 80-pound canoe on your shoulders, let me tell you, you are missing out. The first time I ever portaged a canoe was in 2011 when I started as an intern for Voyageur Outward Bound. We were in the Boundary Waters and portaging was terrible.

Let me reiterate: terrible. The pressure caused by the portage pads resting between my shoulders and neck was like a massage from a super pissed off gorilla. I thought I would for sure lose an inch in height from being so compressed under that boat after 10 days. Every time I’d take a step forward, one end or the other would start to take a dive and I’d have to correct it before it smacked the ground or my portage partners head. It was nerve-wracking and exhausting. Plus, the terrain was full of rocks, exposed roots, fallen trees, and biting insects.

“How am I going to do this as a job?” I remember thinking about halfway through the expedition. “I can’t force, er I mean, teach other people how to do this if I don’t even want to do it myself.”

To be fair, I was being dramatic. It was also a 10-day expedition intended to push us interns way outside of our comfort zones. It had to be one of the hardest things we’d ever done because that is what expeditions feel like to most of our students. Check and mate. Building grit and empathy.

It took the rest of the summer for me to start getting comfortable with portaging. It’s all in the balance. If the boat is balanced from bow to stern, you can move pretty fluidly over most terrain. If you do it long enough, your shoulder muscles eventually become totally desensitized to the pressure and you can go for much longer periods of time before it becomes uncomfortable.

I actually love it now. It’s a game for me to see how long I can go without a break. I think the longest I’ve done so far is probably around a mile.

Now, we had a two-mile fun-fest ahead of us. I turned on some music (Brandi Carlisle, obviously) and we went for it.


Running makes the portage go by faster.

IT IS ALWAYS WINDY ON THE PLAINS. For those of you who are familiar with portaging a canoe in the Boundary Waters, even on windy days, you get a break in the woods. Not here. The wind was like, “give me that canoe” and we were like, “NO”. It’s tiring having to battle that force.

Mid-way through the portage, I got a phone call from Lee Zion with the Capital Journal – South Dakota’s premier newspaper. Sidenote: Did you know that Pierre is pronounced PEER? Well, it is. No one can say why. Anyway, Lee wanted to swing by and get some pictures and do an interview. We casually waited on the side of the road with our canoe for Lee to show up; this has become our M.O. when it comes to getting media coverage.

He asked us about the expedition as we finished the portage. I couldn’t participate in fully in the conversation with a canoe on my head, so we continued the interview over BLTs at the Oahe Marina. He asked us what it was like to paddle the Missouri River. Pretty basic question, but I didn’t have an answer right away.

What’s it like to paddle the Missouri River? Depends on the day. It can be hard. It can be awesome. It’s the best time and the worst – sometimes within the span of a half an hour. It’s beautiful – mountains, alpine wetlands, and grasslands; scenic canyons, cottonwood groves, and farmland; sandstone-limestone-claystone-coal bluffs of white, black, and vermillion; sand dunes, cattail marshes, and prairie. We’ve only touched four of our fourteen state total and have already seen a remarkably diverse and inspiring, albeit harsh, landscape.

We interact with the elements of the landscape on a daily basis- wind, water, sun, plant and animal life, and wind. I know I said wind twice. These factors add beauty and adversity in almost equal measure. It’s the people who live along the Missouri River that tip the scales to the side of awesome.

This brings me back to our newest friends. Mitch is a kind man with a permanent smile whose chief aim in life is to emulate the Animal House lifestyle. Rock on, Mitch, it seems like you’ve got it down. Guy is an organic farmer/casino owner with a wisecracking sense of humor and a vault of impressively outlandish and even more impressively true stories. When I walked into his garage, the first thing I noticed was a sign advocating against spraying pesticides right next to an even bigger NWA poster. “Welcome to Pierre”, the garage seemed to say.


Mitch and Guy’s movie poster.

We met Guy’s wife, Beata (Bee-Ah-Tuh), and kids Abby and Jack and had dinner and stayed two nights at their place. Beata is an incredible woman too. She’s a science teacher and just started a new job doing distance learning via her home office with students all over South Dakota. She’s a hard-working, fun-loving, caring and generous woman. It was really a pleasure to spend time in her company.

After dinner, Guy and Beata took us out for a good time at the Legion. Here is where I ran into a real live Irishman. Perfect time to test out the accent! (This is sarcasm. Don’t do this.) Hearing the accent switched me right into my Irish-banter-with-Alyce mode. I caught myself quickly but not before he asked me where I was from. “Minnesota…” I said sheepishly. We became fast friends despite the faux pas. He was playing guitar and the next thing I knew, I had a guitar too.

At Alyce’s request, Spencer, another friend of our hosts, had run out to his truck to grab his guitar for me. I really appreciated that. She does a good job of looking out for opportunities for me to play. We played for the next few hours and took a break for talk radio interview with Guy, Mitch, and their friends at the Absolute Outdoors Show.

That was hands-down the most entertaining interview I have ever been a part of. I hope we can get our hands on that recording. The highlight of the conversation was Mitch confessing to us that after he and Guy had first met us, they talked about how we could probably kill them. We agreed and had a good, maniacal laugh about it.

I do have to say that it feels pretty good to be seated at a table surrounded by men who are interested and invested in what you have to say. For real, that’s not a common experience. Thanks, guys, we had a blast!


– Lisa


Guy grabbed a couple copies of the Journal with Lee’s article for us. You can read the article here.

Some of Our Favorite Pictures

Amy and I left the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness on Friday after 365 days.  There is so much we want to share with you about what we learned and how we feel about accomplishing something so important to us.

Right now we are getting caught up on some really important things, so we thought we would take this chance to share some of our favorite pictures from the year and give you the chance to write about them.

We will be telling you more about the end of our expedition in the next couple of weeks, but we want you to know right now how much we have appreciated the opportunity to share our adventure with you.

How would you describe this picture to someone who couldn’t see it? 

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If you could be in this picture right now, would you want to be?  Why or why not? 

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Tank was our companion for over half of our trip. He was valuable to our success as well as being a great companion.  Tell us about an animal that has been important in your life. 

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We were fortunate enough to see a bunch of wildlife.  In your opinion, what was the coolest animal we saw, and why? 

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Day 363: Reflection Lake

We visited our 500th body of water on the 363rd day of our Year in the Wilderness. Crashing through wet branches and soggy moss, over rotting white pine trunks and through balsam thickets, we slowly bushwhacked towards Reflection Lake. The final 100 yards was a soupy, boot-sucking bog. Before we paddled into the Wilderness nearly a year ago we set a goal of visiting 500 lakes, rivers, and streams. At times it seemed like that would be an easy task, only to seem out of reach a day or two later. It seems fitting that our 500th water source was difficult to reach and thus rarely visited. Daily Data:

Days in the Wilderness: 363
Miles traveled: 9
Bodies of water visited: 6

Animals seen:

2 Canada geese
4 mergansers
6 ring-billed gulls
2 red squirrels
4 black-capped chickadees
1 white-throated sparrow
2 bald eagles
1 beaver

Seasonal Changes and the Fall Equinox

Dave and I are almost done with our journey. After spending an entire year in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, we plan to exit on Friday! Did you know that we began our year on a special day last year? It was the Fall Equinox. An equinox is one of two days each year when the length of day and night are the same. This year’s Fall Equinox is about to happen, on September 22 to be exact. In this Notes from the Trail we’ll learn about equinoxes and why the seasons change.

What is an equinox?

An equinox happens twice a year. Another name for the Fall Equinox is the Autumnal Equinox. It is the first day of fall. The length of the day and night are the same on this day, because the sun is shining directly on the Equator. The Spring Equinox happens in March. It is called the Vernal Equinox. These two pictures help to understand how this happens.


During an equinox, the Earth’s North and South poles are not facing toward or away from the Sun and the length of the day is the same at all points on Earth’s surface. Image by Przemyslaw Idzkiewicz.

During an equinox, the Earth’s North and South poles are not facing toward or away from the Sun and the length of the day is the same at all points on Earth’s surface. Image by Przemyslaw Idzkiewicz.

Here you can see how the sunlight hits the Earth at different points in its orbit around the Sun. Image by Colivine.,_Equinox_%26_Intervening_Seasons.svg

Here you can see how the sunlight hits the Earth at different points in its orbit around the Sun. Image by Colivine.,_Equinox_%26_Intervening_Seasons.svg


Right now in the Northern Hemisphere the length of daylight is decreasing every day. What time does the sun rise where you are? When does it set? 

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The Earth orbits the Sun
Imagine the Earth orbiting (or spinning around) the Sun. It takes one year for the Earth to make a full circle around the Sun. The North Pole is the top of the Earth and the South Pole is the bottom of the Earth. Imagine a straight line running through the Earth from the North Pole to the South Pole. This is called the Earth’s axis. The Earth rotates on its axis.
This is what causes night and day. When it is nighttime where you are, you are on the side of the Earth facing away from the sun and it is dark outside. The Earth keeps spinning, eventually the Sun rises and it is daytime.
What causes the seasons?
Now that we can imagine the Earth rotating on its axis and orbiting the sun, tilt the axis a bit. The Earth’s axis is tilted 23.5 degrees. The Earth never stands upright, it always leans to the side.
It is this tilt that causes seasonal changes. As the Earth orbits the Sun the northern half (or Northern Hemisphere) receives more sunlight for half of the year. This when it is summer in the Northern Hemisphere and winter in the Southern Hemisphere.
Which Hemisphere do you live in? 

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Eventually the Earth reaches a point in its orbit where the top and bottom receive equal sunlight– the equinox! This would be the Fall Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. On the same day, the Spring (or Vernal) Equinox happens in the Southern Hemisphere.
What is summer like where you live? What is winter like? 

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Then the Earth continues its orbit and the Southern Hemisphere gets more sunlight than the Northern Hemisphere. In other words, summer happens in the Southern Hemisphere and winter happens in the Northern Hemisphere.
I can tell that fall is coming to Minnesota and the Boundary Waters. Loons’ feathers are changing and they are getting ready to migrate. Large flocks of Canada geese are already flying in V formation, heading south. Leaves on maple trees, birch trees and aspen trees are starting to change color. Squirrels are busy caching food for the winter.
What changes are taking place around you as fall happens in the Northern Hemisphere and spring happens in the Southern Hemisphere? 

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Further Exploration:

The Reason for the Seasons Lesson Plans:

Sun and Earth Lesson Plans:

How Equinox’s Work: Video

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Chilly Morning on the Basswod River

For the first time in many months I felt the urge to burrow my head into my sleeping bag to warm the tip of my cold nose. More and more flecks of color appear in the forest each day. It is clear that fall will win its timeless battle with summer once again. A blanket of fog covered the Basswood River as I went about my morning. I gathered water, boiled water and started breakfast while Amy packed up our sleeping bags and sleeping pads. At one point I peeked in and she was busy rolling my sleeping pad with her legs and torso still ensconced in the warmth of her sleeping bag. Clever.

Now the sun’s warmth is drying the last droplets of dew from the tall grasses along the water’s edge as we prepare to load the canoe and head up the Basswood River.

Daily Data:

Days in the Wilderness: 358
Miles traveled: 14
Bodies of water visited: 2

Animals seen:

12 Canada geese
2 mergansers
4 red squirrels
6 black-capped chickadees
2 bald eagles
1 osprey
1 river otter
2 frogs
2 trumpeter swans

Tanks Thoughts: Summer is Coming to an End

Hello everybody. I’m Tank. Remember me? I am the sled dog who has turned into a canoe dog. I have been traveling with Dave and Amy since January 2, 2016. My mom, Acorn, and sister, Tina, spent the winter with us. Then they left when the lakes started to turn from ice to water. At first I wondered why Dave and Amy didn’t keep all of us when it was time to paddle the canoe. Then I saw the canoe loaded with food, gear and people. There was just a little bit of space left for me! In this Notes from the Trail I will tell you about life from the canoe dog’s perspective.


The weather was warm this summer– really warm. I have a fur coat. Even though I shed my winter coat I was hot. We still traveled around. I rode in the canoe. I panted to stay cool. Did you know that panting is how a dog cools down instead of sweating like people? We would walk on the portage trails and I would carry my red pack. Whenever Amy and Dave picked a campsite I would get really excited and run around. After a couple minutes of running and smelling things I would find a spot in the shade. I spent a lot of time napping in the shade.

People have asked if I like to swim. I DO NOT like to swim! I will wade in the water if I absolutely have to, like when it is time to get into the canoe. One time I jumped in the canoe before anyone else was ready. The canoe tipped over and I fell in the water! The water was over my head so I had to swim. I frantically swam to shore and then scrambled out onto a rock. I shook myself to dry off. Amy and Dave complained that I got them wet from my shaking.

Do you like to swim? Why or why not?

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I can tell that fall is coming. Can you? I have a list of things that I have noticed. People talk about the leaves changing color. I am colorblind because I am a dog. So I can’t really tell when the leaves change color. There are plenty of other things that I notice.

1. The days are getting shorter.

I pay close attention to the daylight. When it is dark I go to sleep. When it is light out I wake up and run around. In the summer I would get up and run around a couple of hours before Dave and Amy got out of the tent. Now they get up just a little bit after my morning run.

2. The weather is getting cooler.

I am panting a lot less than I did this summer. Sometimes the air temperature is cool enough that I decide to nap in the sun instead of the shade. I might even curl up into a ball to sleep. That helps me trap more heat and keep my belly warm.

What is the weather like where you live right now?

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3. Some animals are getting ready for winter.

I have paid close attention to two kinds of small mammals out here: red squirrels and chipmunks. I have noticed that they are very busy lately. They run around the forest gathering seeds and stashing them. Amy told me they do this so that they can come back later to their stashes and eat the food during the winter.

Are any animals preparing for winter in your neighborhood?

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4. There are fewer people in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

I like people. People smile when they see me and they pet me. I saw lots of people this summer. We saw them in canoes and on portage trails. If we paddled past in canoes they would say, “What a nice dog!” If we saw people on the portage trails they would ask to pet me. I asked Dave why there are fewer people here now. He said that the busiest months in the BWCAW are July and August. I guess that many people plan vacations in the summer. That is when many kids are out of school. Come to think of it, we did see many families and camp groups full of kids this summer. Now when we do see people, they are mostly adults.


I like fall, because I know that winter comes after fall. There is snow in the winter and I can pull a dogsled. That is my favorite thing to do. I guess we still have a few months until I get to be a sled dog. In the meantime I’ll work on growing my winter coat so I can stay warm. I’ll keep running around so I can stay fit too.

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