BWCA (Superior National Forest/Quietico Provincial Park) is pretty awesome... went there 2 years in a row during the summer on a trip our football coach "Gentle Ben" organized for about a dozen of us when I was in high school. Little did I know it was a PT session since we rented canoe's through an outfitter in Ely, MN then made our way up north paddling and portaging our way up north into Canada. plotting our destinations daily. We'd fish a little for meals, paddle, camp on an island, repeat. Incredible experience. Small Mouth Bass and Northern Pike were plentiful and tasty, and especially challenging with my ultra-light tackle.
The pristine, clear waters enabled viewing the bottom of the lakes to great depths... I know as I watched my knife slip from my lap over the gunnel into the water as I followed it's long twisting descent into the depths, the sunlight flashing from the spinning blade mocking me the whole time. This is why we have "dummy" cords. Although the weather was hot and humid during the day in June, it was more comfortable on the water, of course, despite the paddling, and night was very comfortable if not chilly.
Equally memorable, and comical, were the trips to, uh, move our bowels. This was a 2-person operation... there was the "defecator" and the protector. The "defecators" mission we are all familiar with... the protectors though had the onerous task of spraying "OFF" and swinging the paddle. Why? The flippin' mosquitoes... they were about the size of a small helicopter and persistent as hell; you do not want to have mosquito bites all over your ass, I gar-un-tee. I think you can imagine the scene... 1 guy popping a squat and the other furiously waving a paddle with one hand and spraying bug juice with other. Oddly enough, we did have one guy that refused to take "a dump" for the entire 2 weeks, though. Modesty? Reluctance to use public restrooms? Malignant encopresis? I can't figure that one out but he did die in his forties, but he always was full of shit, if that means anything.
Gentle Ben ultimately retired from being a high school teacher and moved up to Minnesota. He loved to fish and hunt and shared his outdoor enthusiasm with us; pretty quality guy.
Oh, to be young again...
sigh