In the summer of 1994 at the age of 13, I took my first trip to the Boundary Waters (and Quetico) with my father, younger brother, and the aforementioned Uncle Bruce. Uncle Bruce, who is actually my mom’s uncle, was an experienced canoe tripper and my father had gone with him on a trip to the Quetico once in the 80’s. The three of us relied very much on him to help us plan the trip. While my brother and I had been canoeing with our father since as long as we could remember, this was the first time that we had ever combined it with camping and over the course of multiple days.
Getting Back to the Outdoors