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Father/Son Time *Squared!

Some father/son duos play video games, golf, or watch football together. My boys – WINTER CAMP. In previous years, they’ve hauled in gear over frozen lakes and over portages in snowshoes. This year, I’m not sure if their mode of transportation got easier or crazier, but it certainly got cooler – with our addition of sled-dogs! We weren’t quite sure how our over-fed team of eight dogs would do pulling two fully loaded sleds for miles into the wilderness, but there was only one way to find out. We drove to the Fall Lake BWCA entry point in Ely, MN. and harnessed the dogs up to the sleds. With four other mushers on site, the pressure was on – as our team resembled the Grinch’s dog pulling a village full of xmas toys. Thankfully, the trail was slick and the dogs were excited, so when the sled was released, they took off like champions. Across the lake and into the snowy horizon they flew – the boys; pumping their fists in the air as they disappeared into a canvas of white. They crossed Fall Lake, over four-mile portage, and onto Basswood Lake where they set up camp on a remote island. Nestled among tall boreal trees, the dogs curled up on beds of thick white pine needles. The boys, in all their adventurous glory, caught fish for dinner and enjoyed nothing but each other’s company and the sounds of the wilderness. And with lungs full of fresh air, full bellies, and a wood-packed stove, even the booming ice and the howl of the dogs couldn’t keep them from falling asleep. They returned from their adventure a bit more rugged – with a renewed appreciation for one another and God’s creation. And, with a new appreciation for our awesome team of sled-dogs! Every father and son should be so lucky! *Ely happens to be the dog-sledding capitol of the world and there are many guides to lead such adventures. Book today!

Unloading the dogs from the dog box.

Waiting to see if the dogs can pull the fully loaded sleds!

Like a sling shot, they shoot across the slick frozen lake. Heading out from the Fall Lake entry point.

Off to a good start!

Waving goodbye to the girlfriend 😉

A peek inside the winter camping accommodations.

Our drilling through the ice for dinner. With the falling snow, the sky, land, and lake all blend together.

Camp. Gorgeous.

Tent and dogs in the midst of wilderness.

Sled dogs – excited to be doing what they were bred for!

Heading back – crossing 4-mile portage.

With a fresh 5 inches of snow, mushing back went a little slow.

Now THIS is a bad-ass father/son selfie.