[Note: I should probably call this “Travels without Choppy,” as Choppy wasn’t on the trip.]
When I was 6 years old, my dad took me on a canoe/fishing trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Most years since then, we’ve gone on some sort of similar trip. Over the years, the trips have become more elaborate (we now have cabins, boats with motors, and a plane ride to the lake where we are headed), but it’s still an annual chance to spend some time with my dad (and other relatives/friends who happen to be on the trip).
This year, we headed to Whiteclay Lake, in Ontario. In case you’re wondering where that is, here’s a map showing you that it’s pretty much the middle of nowhere.
It’s so much the middle of nowhere, once you get to the end of the road, you have to hop on an airplane to get even further into the wilderness.
There are some detriments to being this far off of the grid.
But the views and scenery sure are awesome.
Eventually you have to head home. With an important stop along the way.
But thankfully there are people and pets to welcome you home.