|Soloing with the Ancients|
|Planning the Route|
|Portaging...Like a Boss!!!|
I am not the only one to portage on the trip. My wife, who weighs only slightly less than our canoe, took more than her fair share of turns participating in this glorious torture.
At the end of the mile long portage we sat on the rocks listen to the river flow and gurgle by, took in the beauty of our surroundings, talked and laughed while enjoying our lunch of summer sausage, cheese, crackers, and trail mix. Then it was time to get back on the water and make our way down the rest of the Basswood River to our ultimate goal of Crooked Lake and the Picture Rock located there.
|Lower Basswood Falls|
When we reached the end of the Basswood River at Lower Basswood Falls we took a moment to take advantage of the timer on our camera and snapped a quick picture for posterity. Then it was time to hoof it over that last portage on the river and into Crooked Lake.
We were approaching the terminus of the farthest I had ever been in this part of the Boundary Water so that every new experience that we had was a shared one. Around each corner, and in each new bay our eyes took in new sites for the first time together. I love that feeling.
|Pictured Rock on Crooked Lake|
|Canadian Border Marker|
We snapped a few pictures of the various hieroglyphs on the rocks. I have included a picture of one of my favorites which looks like a pelican and a large watercraft, which I think looks suspiciously like a viking long ship, but I am biased. Do I think that vikings painted on these rock? Absolutely not. Is there a chance that the ancients that did the paintings had seen a long ship on some distant trading sojourn to the coast and recorded their memory for countless generations to see? Possibly(hopefully).
|Looking-up the Lower Basswood Falls|
|Heading for home|
The following morning we packed up our gear and made the long paddle back to the Fall Lake Campground and our vehicle, stopping at an island on Pipestone Bay for lunch where I took a moment to get a shot of our faithful canoe loaded on the water.
|The Last Portage|
Four days, 3 nights, 30 miles, and 12 portages later and we were, well a picture is worth a thousand words so here are two-thousand for me to send this post out on...
|I Love You Shelley!|