A lot of the trails look like this, even in the primitive campsites. They bush-hog a 10-ft swath and then plant some type of rye grass, but don’t cut it. Very pretty, and usually with a dirt path down the center.
Small inlet where I took refuge from rain for an hour when crossing a lake. I never approached the house, but rather hunkered down under the eave of the boathouse and checked email. Kept hoping someone would come out and offer me breakfast, but saw no evidence anyone was home.
Ran into Alex Trigg while portaging through St Cloud. Alex’s brother, Adam, came through Memphis along with the other five Rediscover NA paddlers and stayed at Dale’s house. Alex was driving by in a car and saw Dale portaging. He said to his friend: “I think I know that guy”. He know of Dale, and knew Dale was traveling south, but they had never met. The friend scoffed, but Alex popped out of the car and, sure enough, his hunch was correct. Alex led us through the Sauk Rapids after our portage, and then he, his parents and girlfriend met us at camp later that evening bringing beer and home-made jerky – both tasty.
Tom Niebler, keeping us entertained. Unfortunately we missed his wife, Kris, as she was out of town hanging-out with friends from her childhood summer camp days. Kris and Tom have lived in this home about 35 years.