07/24/2025
20 years ago, I took my first trip into the Boundary Waters. I didn’t know it then, but that trip would shape a lot of who I’ve become.
This month, I went back. Same entry point, but this time with my brother and my dad. It was my dad’s first time ever in the BWCA.
We weren’t in a rush. We weren’t chasing anything. We just moved through the days slowly, paddling, cooking, casting and listening.
This trip wasn’t about photos. It was about paying attention. Paying attention to the silence, to the stories, and most importantly to the people that you’re sharing a canoe with.
Twenty years in, this place still has a hold on me. And it was a pleasure, with my brother to be able to show my dad a place that we hold so dearly to our hearts.