Hi John, The Boundary Waters means so much to me. It has provided me with countless experiences and has taught me so much about myself and the world around me.
One of those experiences was one night at a campsite in the Boundary Waters. It was nearing the evening and my family and I had just finished eating trail fried rice. It was delicious, as camping food always is. The sun was setting and it was casting a stained glass shimmer over the water. It was beautiful. To take it all in I decided to sit on a rock. The rock was looking over the water and I got myself into a comfortable sitting position.
After what felt like only five minutes of staring at the hypnotizing view, my mom called me over to the tent and said it was time to go to bed. Later she told me that I have been sitting there for 45 minutes! The tranquility and sheer beauty of the Boundary Waters cannot be expressed with words. But what I can tell you is the Boundary Waters is a priceless wilderness that cannot be lost. That’s why we need to protect it with all we’ve got. It doesn’t have a voice of its own, so we need to stand up for it.
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We also got to go winter camping in the Boundary Waters. I was petrified that the ice was going to crack underneath us and that we were going to fall into the water. But, looking up at the sparkling stars gave me warmth on this cold winter night.
I woke up to Jack Frost nipping my cheeks. The sun was just rising and the night stars and the morning sun were clashing together, creating a horizon across the sky where the night and day meet. My sleeping bag was frosted over like someone had glazed it overnight. I looked over my legs and the snow was still, the wind was silent, and the birds were still sleeping. As I lay there it felt like I was watching the world wake up from a long winter slumber.
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