Reverb11: Day 5

From Rebecca at Relish Life. Rebecca is a photographer and describes herself as a ‘coach-in-training.’ I especially love that her dogs have ‘people’ names (Logan and Abigail). 

Even in this innovative age we live in where we all seem to have our camera phones with us at all times, there are going to be moments that simply don’t get caught on film or pixel. What was one such moment, that you know lasts in your memory right now, but that will fade as time goes on? Describe it here, as if you have the photo right in front of you.

One of the greatest things about living in Minneapolis/Saint Paul is that you can bumble about your life in a great buzz of urban amenities: major league sports teams, famous restaurants and boutique diners, a plethora of arts and music and theater events, and an innervating network of public transit to take you anywhere you want to go. There are events and parades and races every weekend.

And yet, one could steal away on a weekend and drive north 4 or so hours and find themselves surrounded by nothing and everything at the same time. A half day car trip takes you from the noise and the lights of the city to the peace and silence of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area and Wilderness in Northern Minnesota.

While I snapped many photos of that trip, when I look through them they just don’t do the BWCAW justice. They seem small, limited. Whereas the true nature of the BWCAW is a place without boundaries between nature and man. Every view is an unending horizon of wise trees whose tall reflections effortlessly bounce of glassy waters that are only rippled by the gentle dipping of oars.

On a cloudless night, an adventurer in the BWCAW realizes just how small she is. The moment from this year that will last in my memory forever happened on just such a night. It was the second night of the trip and we had settled into a campsite that wasn’t infested with mosquitoes, thankfully. After the campsite chores were finished, the dishes cleaned, the food bag hung away from picnic basket predators, and wet swimsuits draped over heavy rocks to dry, we stretched out on a giant rock face that sloped gently away from our feet and into the lake. Through the clearing in the trees we watched each star peek out from behind the night’s dark blanket and fill the sky.

There’s really no point in continuing to tell this story; it’s an indescribable view.

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