Tag Archives: paddling
Twelve Years Together
Twelve years ago I started Beez Athletics. Twelve years ago I first coached Annalesa. It has been an ever evolving relationship. First I was a dedicated coach, then an involved mentor, then more like a big sister or aunt, then … Continue reading
Summer is for…
What are you doing reading this?!? We’re in the thick of summer, go out and suck up as much of it as you can! I’ve been a terrible blogger. I can’t seem to buckle down and write anything of substance. … Continue reading
Raging for the final push
It was a very good day. Day 16, rested and ready. We were a paddling portaging machine! 8:30am to 6pm, 23.75 miles. It started with a family of swans and included a stop for Amazing Woodsman Willy.
Rain, tears, and tea on the Gunflint.
The day started with a headwind. After so much portaging the day before we had been looking forward to longer stretches of paddling. A strong south wind made it slow going and quickly sapped the relief right out of it. … Continue reading
Bluckville in Portage Hell
Imagine a honeymoon in the pristine north woods. Deep clear lakes ringed with low sweeping cedars, majestic white pines, and dancing gold aspens. Secluded, peaceful and potentially very romantic. Which I suppose it was until day 13 and 183 miles … Continue reading
To the bars!
We woke up determined to move. To hell with the weather radio. We were going to paddle. Dawn was chilly but beautiful. Frosty mornings in the woods have a funny rhythm.
Wind and Snow
Two days. We got stuck on a little spit of land with tiny trees and shrubs and a leaky tent for two days. After nine beautiful days of paddling through Voyagers National Park and into the BWCA we got the … Continue reading
Stillness before snow
The day before the snow was perfect. Everything was clear and still. The sky was a cloudless eternal blue. It was beautifully bright without any oppressing heat. The water was glass. Our canoe glided effortlessly as paddles dipped and pulled … Continue reading
Hot wet hair to cold wet boots
We were now solidly in the BWCA and entering our second week of paddling. Will was finally feeling not so sick. We were actually really enjoying ourselves. The weather had been so nice Will had developed what he called “South … Continue reading
Emergency snuggling
Will woke up coughing and wishing for home. He had been toughing it out with wads of yellow snot and an achy tired body. We had paddled 57.5 miles and I was rip roaring ready to do more, but Will … Continue reading