I’d love to tell you that I’ve been typing away, stockpiling volumes of reading material to share. The truth is, I don’t even have one single word. I’ve convinced myself that the very first sentence, could be the most critical one, in the entire book. It will influence the direction this thing goes. I can’t say when that “aha” moment will occur…
In other news, I’ve been saving all my pennies to fly out to Denver in August, to get lost in the mountains, with my uncle. You know how it is, sometimes plans just don’t work out. Instead, my uncle is flying into Minneapolis. He’ll be here for a good three weeks. Back in March, he booked a trip to the BWCA (see below). He booked it for him and I. The sneaky bastard.
If you’re not familiar with the BWCA, it’s a heaven right here on earth. It’s the only place in Minnesota, where you can truly detach yourself from civilization. The only way you are allowed to travel, is with canoe and your own two feet. No motors. No boats. No airplanes. No guns. No electricity. No nothing really. You canoe along a chain of lakes, portage, canoe some more. The idea is to get so deep inside, that you don’t even see a distant glow from another campsite. There are no power lines when you look into the sky. No planes flying overhead. It’s in my opinion, perfection.
I’ve only made one journey to the BWCA, back when I was 10. I remember enjoying it. Being humbled by its beauty. I’m excited to return, older, wiser, with my eyes wide open. Perhaps it can provide me with some inspiration for this ongoing story.
I remember on our first night of camp, late in the night, I could see a strange green hue in the sky, through the mesh top of the tent. I peered out the door and experienced the Aurora Borealis for the first, and only time in my life. I stayed up every other night on that trip, hoping for another glimpse at that natural phenomenon. It didn’t happen for me. Maybe this time, I will again, chase down the Northern Lights.