June 25th, 2015

It's been an exciting afternoon! My grandparents took us over to a nearby park for an afternoon of bocce ball and card games. While we were there, Nick and I climbed down a steep trail to a creek running back through the trees. He went off and explored, but I stayed near the stream bed, looking for rocks. I found a whole bunch of neat ones!

There was plenty of Quartz, of course. Making up about 12% of the earth's crust, it's an extremely abundant mineral. I've identified them as follows:

• Far left: Medium grain Quartz crystals mixed with pink Feldspar; probably some type of granite
• Left: A sedimentary rock of some kind (some sort of Jasper, I think) with Quartz growing out the top of it.
• Top right: A massive (as in, rock-like rather than crystal-point, not as in "huge") chunk of Quartz
• Bottom right: A smaller, more translucent piece of massive Quartz
• Far right: Quartzite pebble

I was also excited to find some pieces of what look to me like Unakite. Unakite is the combination of green Epidote with pink Feldspar. The distribution of the two wasn't the most balanced across all the pieces I found. In particular, I think the bottom left is Epidote and Quartz, while the bottom right looks like Epidote and Slate.

And then I found some miscellaneous stones.

• Top left: Granite; when I picked this one up, there were some neat blue flecks in it which were really pretty.
• Bottom left: Not sure yet what this is; it's probably sedimentary, although it has more rings than it seems to layers. I don't think it's an Agate, though.
• Middle: Fossils! I thought maybe it was just some rock conglomerate when I picked it up, but then I was looking at it more closely, and it does appear to have at least some fossilized bones in it.
• Top right: Red Jasper? It looked more like some when it was wet. I don't know how I could find out for sure, since I don't have the equipment for a streak test, or really to test hardness, either.
• Bottom right: This is probably more pink Feldspar, but it looked a bit like Rhodochrosite, which I know occurs in neighboring states, so I figured I'd keep it just in case.

Ultimately, I'm very much an amateur where identifying my own stones goes, so if you see anything you recognize, by all means, let me know!

Camp Log: 6/21/15

(From Hummingbird’s logs, edited and transcribed 7/2/15)

Happy Summer Solstice! It turned out to be a nice one, though you wouldn't have guessed it this morning. The day dawned misty and overcast, though it was calm. I got up around 6:30 and found it was rather chilly. Grandpa had a kettle of lake water on the stove fore breakfast, so I sat by him and just rested for a bit. The plan had been to pick the first nice day from Saturday onward to head back to the Sawbill campground. Yesterday it poured, so obviously that was out. We kept a close eye on the weather this morning to see what it looked like.

For breakfast, we had oatmeal, almonds, and dried berries again. I also washed the dishes, so as to make use of the hot water. By the time we finished up, the sun had burned some of the mist off. I went out on a rock to get a look at the clouds and slipped, sliding into the lake and soaking myself from the knees down. I was able to get a look at the clouds, though. They were still grey, but appeared to be moving off.

Eventually (aka 8:00), we made the executive decision to head out while the weather held, seeing as we had no way to know what tomorrow would be like. The boys and I tore down our tent and the rainfly. The others got the rest of the supplies. By 10:00, we were ready to go. Just before we left, the boys found a little crayfish off shore. A ton of minnows died last night (possibly due to sediment washing into the lake from the rain), and the crayfish was grabbing their bodies and eating them.

The sun broke through the clouds, and with almost no wind, it was one of the nicest days we have had. Nick and I got out way ahead of the others, so we floated along right next to Hog Creek after crossing the lake. The seagulls gave us a bit of a send-off, and we saw the eagle wheeling around by the opposite shore.

When the others got on the lake finally, Nick and I headed onto the creek. There were lots of birds up in the trees - grackles, rad winged blackbirds, and some other songbirds. We were cutting a pretty good pace at first, but the father upstream we got, the more the current picked up, and the harder it was to steer. We kept seeing places we recognized, though, and i saw a couple more Tiger Swallowtails, so we both felt pretty good about where we were headed, at least.

When we got to the portage, it looked like there was a lot more water coming down the rapids this time. Nick and I hauled our things across, and then carried the canoe over together to load it back up. I fell in the water again, because I wasn't paying attention. Also, we put our canoe in on the far side of the portage, closer to the rapids, so we could avoid a huge mud puddle.

We waited there for everyone else to catch up, and I pointed out a red-headed merganser to Nick. He also saw a toad while I was holding the canoe, fishing out spiders with my paddle. The others finally arrived, and once we got back on the creek it was only another 1/4 mile or so to the entry point  - barely two minutes of paddling.

Everyone was totally exhausted when we got back that we just stuffed everything in the cars as quickly as we could. Grandpa had to drain some rainwater out of his truck bed, and then we loaded the three canoes up on top again.

We drove back to the Sawbill campground and took sites 2 and 3. Lunch was ASAP - string cheese, granola bars, peanut butter on bagels, dried coconut, mango, cherries, and apples, beef jerky, freeze dried edamame, and gummy bears. Soon after, I advocated for getting the tents set up in case of another change in the weather. The boys helped me put it up, and then they went down to the lake while I very meticulously brushed out of the tent as I could while letting it air out.

Not long after, I walked down with grandpa and dad to the waterspout to fill up all the water bottles and look at the scenery. There's a very nice pier out onto Sawbill Lake. Apparently, the boys found a snapping turtle there, but by the time I arrived it had gone.

Right around 6:00 we got started on dinner. Mom had a readymade rice package which just had to be heated up, and then we had summer sausage and cheesecake pudding. Somewhere along the line this morning while packing, the soap had gotten mislaid, so that took a while to find, but once everything was washed up, we went over to the Outfitter's.

The Outfitter's had some camp pillows which I liked but were a little outside my budget. The owners have a dog, though, named Pheobe. I pet her for a while, and she lay down on the floor for a tummy rub. Everyone else purchased their necessities, and we walked back to camp.

Grandpa had bought a tent patch kit, so we were finally able to fix the tear in our rainfly. It's not as neat as it probably could have been, but it should stop it getting any bigger.

If the good weather holds, the plan for tomorrow is to day trip on Sawbill. There's a good chance it may rain tomorrow, though, so in that event we'll head out for a hotel in Duluth. Either way, it will probably be eventful.

(As it would turn out, the weather the following day was terrible. We split camp and headed for Duluth.)

Camp Log: 6/19/15

(From Hummingbird’s logs, edited and transcribed 7/2/15)

This entry actually begins with a bit of an addition to last night. I woke up in the middle of the night, probably around 11:00 or 12:00 by my amateur estimation, and since I wasn't completely exhausted, I decided to get up and look at the stars. The boys had said previously that they would like to do the same, so I woke them up and crawled out of the tent.

It was a great night for it. The only clouds were very low over the horizon, so the sky was clear, and I could see hundreds of little pinpricks of light. I thought I saw a tiny shooting star, but it was hard to tell for sure with all the tree branches. I turned around and walked down to sit on a rock overlooking the lake, and right as I did so, a huge purplish shooting star blazed across the sky. I was so in awe that it took me a minute to remember to make a wish.

Over the lake, many of the stars were very bright, including the Big Dipper, which was the clearest I'd ever seen it. It was so bright, in fact, that I could see the reflection of it and some of the other stars in the water. It was chilly, so the boys and I didn't stay up real late, but it was gorgeous.

I slept in a little this morning (all the way to 6:45), so the others were mostly already awake. There was some fog rolling across the lake, but the sun was already high enough to have burned a lot of it off. I sat out on a rock watching the water foam up (along with watching pollen collect in the water), and then headed back to camp for breakfast. Grandpa toasted hot dog buns on his skillet, and then scrambled us two eggs apiece. We had it with hot chocolate (and SPAM, for the boys) - it was really excellent.

After breakfast, the adults prepped some things for a day trip, and the boys took me around to see some more things on the island. We saw the "fish graveyard", where someone/thing had left a bunch of Northern Pike skeletons. Those guys have a lot of teeth. I also found a black feather about the length of my forearm (eagle?), and stumbled across a pink ladyslipper orchid with three flowers on it. The boys had seen another one like it the other day, so they showed me that one as well. There were also some white pine seedlings, which Nick wanted to show grandpa.

Once everything was in order, we set out for our day trip. Nick and I were out on the water first, so we decided to investigate a big rock across the lake where the seagulls always sit. They got a bit agitated as we approached, but I was unsure if they were trying to dive-bomb us or some other nearby gulls. One settled on the water and floated around for a while. Ben and dad had to turn around to grab another pack, because they didn't have enough weight balancing the front of the canoe, but eventually they got it worked out.

We canoed out onto Hog Creek, but of course as we did so, the wind came up and was a pain, even though the creek was pretty sheltered. Ben tried fishing for a while but didn't catch anything. I was hoping to see some wildlife, but except for a few birds, there wasn't much out. We did try testing the ease with which one could paddle over the beaver dams going upstream, and it seemed pretty straightforward.

Eventually, people were tired and hungry, so we paddled back out on the lake to where we had eaten lunch on Wednesday. As a campsite, it was still nothing special, but it was out of the wind and sunny, so it was fine for a picnic. There were more butterflies, including Tiger Swallowtails, and some black ones I couldn't name. The chipmunk was back, this time with a friend (or rival); I named them Flotsam and Jetsam.

For lunch, I had my Tang, and then we passed around peanuts, bagels with peanut butter, carrot chips, granola bars, fruit strips, string cheese, dried apricots, cherries, and apples, and peanut butter granola. While we were eating, two locals paddled by who said our lunch site is actually one of the oldest campsites in the BWCAW, and that a log cabin used to be there.

By the time we finished eating, the wind had died down. dad decided to hang out at that campsite for a while longer, but I let myself get talked into canoeing some more. First we explored a little bay next to our lunch site, which had some reeds and lily pads. Then we went around the peninsula to another little creek beyond. This one had lots of lily pads at the beginning, and Nick thought he saw a turtle bobbing in the water. As we got farther in, there were more water weeds and grasses. We passed a beaver lodge, but no one seemed to be home. The creek dwindled out in a bunch of rocks we couldn't navigate in the canoes, so we turned around and went back to pick up dad. The others played musical canoes, but Nick and I just sat in our offshore and watched a chipmunk clambering over the rocks.

As we set out for the campsite, the wind - of course - decided to pick back up again. Nick and I were able to fight it, but it got to be a real struggle back near our island. We landed finally, and mom and dad did as well, but Ben and grandpa really had to work to get their canoe back to shore. Still, it was probably the least traumatic day trip I've ever been on.

I crawled into the tent pretty much right away to lay down and warm up a little. Mom joined me to read, and Ben also came in to mess around. I caught a bit of a nap, and when I woke up, it was just starting to sprinkle. I added some more layers and went out to help grandpa, dad, and Nick rig a fly over the fire pit to keep it dry. It only sprinkled on and off, and we were able to make dinner without any problems. We had shell pasta with a soupy cheese sauce, potato chips, and chocolate pudding. The water filter was working really slowly for some reason, so we tried rigging some pots to catch rainwater, but it was picking up so much pollen from the trees that it was undrinkable.

As we set up to do dishes, it started raining again, but the sun was out, so I ran over to one of the lookout rocks and could see a big rainbow stretching over the lake, its top hidden in the clouds. I went to go dry dishes, but went back over again later when it became a double rainbow, and then to see a pair of loons bobbing on the water.

Dad got a nice fire going in the grate, so we all sat around it and snuggled, swapping stories. Several hours later, the fire has burned down, and I'm ready now for bed. I wanted to get up to see the stars again, but it looks like it's going to be overcast, so that's a bust. Oh well. G'night!