Bob's Blog

If you have attended some of our Men's Meetings or read some of my blogs or have just been around me when I have been thinking of it, you have probably heard me talk about how disappointed I am in how fast time passes.  I recognize that it is probably something all "aging" people think about.  Unfortunately, I guess I must qualify for that category.  I am most keenly aware of the topic as my kids hit certain significant milestones.  It is disappointing to me to realize that I can only remember a very small fraction of the time that we have had together.  If someone has lived in your house for 18 years, one should be able to better account for more than the number of moments that I can specifically recall.  With only a few exceptions, it seems that the minutes, hours and years have mostly blurred into a fuzzy lump.  I experienced something completely different on my recent trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in Minnesota.  When I am here at home, I get caught up in

My son and I just returned from a trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA) in upper Minnesota, literally a few feet south of the Canadian border.  Actually, due to rookie navigation skills, we did accidentally stray into Canada on a few occasions.  The BWCA is very remote.  There are few people and motorized vehicles are not allowed in most of the area. I intend on blogging a few times about our trip.  But, thought I would start with a journal entry from one of the afternoons in which we were camping on an island in the northernmost part of the BWCA.  Here is that entry... This afternoon I have been sitting here on a granite outcropping a few feet north of our campsite on Camper's Island.   There is a slight breeze, but for the most part the water is calm.  The sun has been out a few times today, but it has been overcast most of it.   I can see about eight pine covered islands from where I am sitting within 200 yards or so in the middle of the Saganaga.  The land masses