Dave and Amy Freeman are spending a year in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

Day 308: Knife Lake Sunset

As the sun began to set, we walked out to the point facing east down Knife Lake. The stiff wind had blown itself out, leaving a mirror smooth surface. The clear emerald water revealed the rocks and boulders leading into the depths. It was calm and quiet as we sat on the warm rock waiting Read More

Day 298: Exploring Rose Lake

We enjoyed several wonderful days with our friends, Eric and Jessa Frost, and were sad to say goodbye. One of the highlights was camping on Rose Lake. Our campsite was lined with majestic white pines and had a commanding view of the undulating hills and cliffs to the east. We spent several hours exploring the Read More

Day 298: Rose Lake Sunrise

A crimson sky greeted me as I crawled out of the tent and walked to the lake to gather water for breakfast. This is a ritual I have grown to appreciate during our #WildernessYear . For the past 298 mornings I have gathered water from the lake to boil water, make breakfast and start our Read More

Day 296: Paddling the Granite River

It was hard to leave the Granite River’s bubbling rapids, rugged, narrow, bedrock-lined passages, and idyllic sun-soaked banks dotted with blueberry bushes covered in plump, juicy wild berries. A series of intense rains have caused the river to swell to a level we have never seen before. Often in the summer the rapids are only Read More

Day 291: Knife Lake Sunset

“If future generations are to remember us with gratitude rather than contempt, we must leave them something more than the miracles of technology. We must leave them a glimpse of the world as it was in the beginning, not just after we got through with it.” -President Lyndon B. Johnson

Day 287: Kelso River Dolmen

Well fortified by the 4th of July brats, yogurt, fruit, and other treats that Cindy Lou and the crew from Sawbill brought us, we packed up camp on Alton and headed north. The bog between Kelso and Lujenida is one of my favorite places in the Wilderness. An hour’s journey from the Sawbill entry point, Read More