For me, it would be some of the pictographs..grasping that whoever drew the images, lived quite a ways back..and yet, there we were, at that moment, connected somehow.
Watching a huge bull moose swim across the lake, get out 50 yds down from my camp, then trapse through woods about 10 ft. behind the tent. That was amazing.
Most interesting thing? Many moose. Most interetsing experience? Dragging my lard**s and gear through many feet of muck on a portage. One of my favorite things to do up there.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” Ralph Waldo Emerson...and...“Peace is that brief glorious moment in history when everybody stands around reloading".
I am from 2,000 miles away. We don't have loons or moose where I live. We don't have white cedar or jack pine. We don't have walleye, lake trout or northern pike. Canoe trekking is nearly non-existent here. Everything was interesting to me my first couple of trips.
It's really hard to pinpoint just one thing. But if I had to say just one thing, my favorite experience was listening to a pack of wolves howl right about sunset on Alpine Lake. I will never forget this sound as long as I live. They kept it up for a few minutes, and then it stopped and never started again. It was beautiful.
Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. Dalai Lama
I've never been to the BW, but I've spent about two years north of there in the bush and the most interesting thing I've ever seen is the end of a rainbow, which is a supposed impossibility, but I paddled up to it and into it. No gold, but it shimmered like gold. I also had it happen on the Ohio River.
I wish I could trade one of those end-of-the-rainbow moments for a cougar on the shore and not Susan Sarandon 'cause she probably can't even cast or unhook a thrashing pike.
quote missmolly: "I've never been to the BW, but I've spent about two years north of there in the bush and the most interesting thing I've ever seen is the end of a rainbow, which is a supposed impossibility, but I paddled up to it and into it. No gold, but it shimmered like gold. I also had it happen on the Ohio River.
I wish I could trade one of those end-of-the-rainbow moments for a cougar on the shore and not Susan Sarandon 'cause she probably can't even cast or unhook a thrashing pike." Once after a storm my son and I were able to see both ends of a rainbow and were able to shoot some photos of it. Way cool. ~JOE~
I once saw both ends of a rainbow, with a leprechaun scampering around and trying to hide. When I caught him, he kept claiming he was a mailman, but I wasn't fooled. So, I tied up the leprechaun up and set him on fire when he wouldn't tell me where his pot of gold was. Never did find the pot of gold, and the only thing I got out of the episode was a leather sack and a pithe helmet.
quote Beaverjack: "I once saw both ends of a rainbow, with a leprechaun scampering around and trying to hide. When I caught him, he kept claiming he was a mailman, but I wasn't fooled. So, I tied up the leprechaun up and set him on fire when he wouldn't tell me where his pot of gold was. Never did find the pot of gold, and the only thing I got out of the episode was a leather sack and a pithe helmet. " youre just too cute (sarcasm)
thing seen,the geology.the exposed mountain roots billion's of years old and the effects of the glaciers on the rock always impress me.thats one of the reasons i shoreline the lakes rather than travel point to point. thing experience,the weather.looking thru my photos i find i took a lot of shots of the clouds,passing storms,storms i was in! with the vast open views you get out on the lakes with no interference from power line towers,buildings and such the sky view is impressive as it changes thru the day.
Three of us were Winter camping and ice fishing up on Bower Trout 20 years ago. We were out on the ice, well away from camp waiting for flags. It was that classic cold, clear, arctic high pressure perfectly still night and our eyes were glued to the brilliance of the heavens when Mark said, "look at that satellite". We watched it sail through it's orbit at a pretty good clip like they normally do till something occurred that was anything but normal. It stopped dead! For maybe 2 seconds before taking off again.... at a 90!! We watched it go till it disappeared then we just looked at each other with that Barny Fife expression till somebody said "what the hell was that"! Never seen anything like it before or after.
Watching a wolf chase a deer right behind our camp, up over the hill and then the deer swim away to a close island. The wolf stopped at the gravel bar, turned and looked at us for five seconds and then continued on swimming after the deer.
I love the smell of silnylon in the morning. It smells like........victory!
Saw a big black bear about 20 feet away from our campsite on Crab lake (08'). We were making noise too...didn't like it getting THAT close. It wandered off...
My first trip...we went in at Saganaga and did a fairly extensive loop. We paddled into a small bay close to sunset. There was only one campsite there (luckily it was open). We saw something up ahead in the water (looked like a log). We got closer and saw it was a moose. She swam around for a bit before climbing out of the water. A minute later her calf ran up to her from down shore further. They slowly walked into the brush...great experience.
"Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?"
quote The Lorax: "Watching a wolf chase a deer right behind our camp, up over the hill and then the deer swim away to a close island. The wolf stopped at the gravel bar, turned and looked at us for five seconds and then continued on swimming after the deer."
doesn't get much cooler than that! did you watch to see if the deer got away?
The eagle dive bombing us was a cool experience. At first we heard a sound, like something falling from the sky. As we looked up we could see 2 small dots coming straight down at the canoe. We sat and watched the dots becoming bigger and bigger until we could see that it was two eagles with their wings tucked into their bodies doing an all out free fall. When they were about 30 feet above the canoe, they stretched out their wings and came within a few feet of the canoe. They then landed in tree near the shoreline and sat there. It was a pretty amazing sight! One that I will remember forever!
By far my most favorite experience has been staying up all night and watching the Perseid Meteor shower peak back in August of 2010. We had taken the Louse river from Malberg all the way to Wine Lake. There we got the island campsite and spent the next 2 days there. I will always remember falling asleep on the rocks at the landing at dawn after spending the whole night watching shooting stars overhead.
"We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return - prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdom." - Thoreau
The year was 1976, I was 12 years old and it was my first trip to the BWCA without my Dad. I was at summer camp and we were headed into the BWCA for seven days. We started out on Hungry Jack Lake with Rose Lake as our base camp destination. On our third night we decided to sleep out on a rock point. It was my first time sleeping under the stars. As luck would have it, the sky was clearer than anything I had ever seen. The stars were so close; it seemed like you could reach out and grab them. Satellites and a meteor shower entertained us for much of the night. You should have seen us - ten 12 year old boys awestruck by the night sky. None of us said much that night; we just watched the celestial show. But we sure talked about it the next day. I think that night is what made me want to come back.
"Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit."
Woke up to a cow moose just 10 feet out in the water from our campsite one morning. Me being from Kansas and never seeing a wild moose before was a pretty cool experience. The best thing that I have seen in the BW has to be the northern lights. One night we had enough breeze to keep the skeeters off of us and we slept on the rocks by the water. I woke up in the middle of the night to an amazing display that I will never forget. We don't see those in Kansas either.
quote bruceye: "Three of us were Winter camping and ice fishing up on Bower Trout 20 years ago. We were out on the ice, well away from camp waiting for flags. It was that classic cold, clear, arctic high pressure perfectly still night and our eyes were glued to the brilliance of the heavens when Mark said, "look at that satellite". We watched it sail through it's orbit at a pretty good clip like they normally do till something occurred that was anything but normal. It stopped dead! For maybe 2 seconds before taking off again.... at a 90!! We watched it go till it disappeared then we just looked at each other with that Barny Fife expression till somebody said "what the hell was that"! Never seen anything like it before or after." It was a weather balloon :)
Something about loons for me. I don't think anything encompasses the feeling you get up north, than hearing a loon. They're always a highlight of my trips. Last week we were able to get within 20' of a couple loons with a little one. After a couple minutes, it climbed up on mom's back and we watched them swim off. I'm smiling now just thinking about it. Cool animals.
"If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles." -Doug Larson
Sept. 2011 on Kett Lake in Quetico I watched a bald eagle chasing another one at tree top level when they clasped talons and did a cartwheel together before resuming the chase. My jaw literally dropped open. I was fairly close - maybe 75 yards away.
The same trip, as I lay in my hammock just after dark, I heard a moose noisily walk into the small bay I was camped on. It swam around and I could hear it taking long inhales and exhales. It was undoubtedly a very large animal. Suddenly the noisy breathing stopped. About 2 minutes later I heard the breathing again. Then it would stop.
Later in my trip I read about how moose dive and hold their breath under water while they feed on the bottom plants. I'll never forget the sound of that.
Also during the same trip I saw a pack of 12 loons and 1 seagull fishing together. It was amazing. I have a short video of it on Burt Lake. Loon pack feeding
Watching a wobbly calf moose come out from behind a big rock on a back bay beach on Lac La Croix while it's mother nervously ran in and out of the woods.
While day tripping from Horseshoe to Vista one late September we saw a bull moose on the left shore of the narrows we were approaching. He walked out to the middle of the narrows, stopped and stared at us for a couple of minutes (were were a good 100 yards away). He turned back and went to shore (it seemed like a posturing/territorial move).
He moved around the bend and into the woods so we continued on to the narrows. After we rounded the bend we saw him standing next to a cow and her calf. We watched as he shoved the calf off into the woods. The calf returned and he did the same thing. This happened a couple more times. Realizing he would have no trouble walking out to us, we quickly paddled on and left him to his courting attempts.
Watching a loon swim under our canoe on Winchell was pretty cool as well.
Last year at about 6 pm, for three nights in a row, a large rabbit would run through camp and very shortly after a fischer would follow. It seemed like they had a routine.
"I'm not superstitious. I'm a little stitious" - Michael Scott
On a fall trip, on the Isabella River between Rice Lake and Isabella Lake a huge bull moose was on the shore watching us, so we stopped to watch him. Well he was not the least intimidated by our presence, in fact he got in the river and began very quickly coming straight for us. Theres no doubt that the rut was on and he was not happy with us being in his territory. We paddle downstream and to the other shore. Then he actually charged at us. We left as fast as we could. I'm sure he meant to do us harm if he got close enough to us. It was pretty cool.
May 1985, last day of a 10 day trip. Paddled till past sunset and made camp in the dark. We ate everything in the food back which i think was one box of Uncle Bens between five of us. Too tired and hungry to sleep we stayed up that last night recounting the trip and watching the stars. The northern lights started to flare. I'd seen them from NW Iowa a few times before this, faint white, brief flashes in the northern sky but this was incredible. Violet, green, blue,yellow bursts of colored light spread from the north to the southern horizon. It was like a fireworks display. A fantastic end to our trip.
I guess I can't point to any one big unusual happening. There have been moose sightings, but they weren't all that out of the ordinary. I love the loons, and the misty mornings, but they are not in the category of "most interesting".
I am going to nominate my first canoe trip. All if it, in totality. It probably wasn't a trip that was out of the ordinary either, but it changed my life. I was a certain person before that trip, and after it I was another person. In those six days I changed my mindset in ways I hadn't anticipated, we conceived an amazing second child, my relationship with my husband and with God's creation (nature, if you prefer) changed forever. I challenged myself in ways I had never done before, and I learned who I was and who I could be.