Father-Son Bonding

Lake Superior at 9pm from our campsite

Not every father and son can bond over standing in the pouring rain while drinking tea or boiling water next to a fire with temps below freezing. But Dad and I can. This is small little ode to a father that has always supported my decisions right or wrong, gave me his advice when needed (rarely when not), believed in experiential parenting, and continues to offer support to his children through another period of our higher education.

Dad and me taking a break

Trying to warm up my hands at our campsite

My dad is not old but he has not young either, however, a majority of younger dads could not carry canoes on their head, appreciate a drudging hike through moss and mud, enjoy a cup of coffee after braving over ice frosted stones to get freezing cold water from the shores of Lake Superior.

Dad on the rocks at Lake Superior which were almost the same color as the lake

I needed a little time in the woods to clear my mind and hopefully make decisions about my summer plans...while I decided more what I wanted to do I also had an opportunity to share the thing that Dad and I love most. Well our company might be a close second, it is the loving calmness of deep breathes of silence, pine and nature that we share. Like a battery recharge a few moments surrounding by the power and beauty of nature is all I need to remind me of what is important. My trip to Lake Superior National Park, Treeby Lake, did just that. So thank you Dad for the trip, for your help, for your love, for being my father

View from campsite at Treeby Lake

Dad and the canoe