Five days, 560 miles and one muskie later, it is over.

Our jaunt to the Great North Woods was everything we had hoped and more.  The scenery proved more inspiring, the fishing more exciting, the accommodations more relaxing and the fellowship more impressive than Your Faithful Servant dared hope.

In all, it was nearly a perfect trip.

Yeah, it rained on us the first day and the water was higher than anyone could remember.  It didn’t matter because we caught fish- lots of them- and enjoyed being completely separated from the ‘real world’ and all the soul-draining responsibilities that come from everyday living.  The fact that the pervasive modern-day evil, cellular phone service, was largely absent due to the remoteness of the area was a great help in this regard but regardless, we lived free of the clock and free of our workaday chains.

Contrary to rumor, we can catch fish

We lived well.  Out of respect for privacy, the daily update didn’t mention the accommodations that were graciously offered on the private family-owned ranch of our host.   The entire property is larger than some Indiana State Parks and the accommodations, staff and wilderness beauty were beyond description.  It would only be a tiny bit of hyperbole to state that, for a few days, I died and went to heaven; at least, my version of the Great Reward.

Once again my long-distance love affair with the North was rekindled.   There were too many bald eagles to count, loons calling on the lake outside our door before breakfast, the wind whispering through the tops of spruce trees, craggy granite jutting through water that looked like strong sweet tea and enough talk of the abundant bear and wolf to make early-morning walks to the lake an eye-opening experience.  We were immersed in the food chain and it was wonderful.

So, to Gary, Frank, John, Bob, Paul, Luke and Chaz, the entire staff of WildIndiana.com would like to offer their heartfelt thanks for the companionship, the gear loans, the fishing tips, the use of two outstanding boats and the fun that marked our week playing Rover Boys.

Perhaps by this time next year, our various injuries will have healed, the neighbors will have forgotten the midnight frog hunt and Frank will have quit smiling from ear-to-ear whenever some mentions the word ‘Muskie’.  Then, hopefully, we shall once again adjourn to  the northern wild lands and live the manly primative life, free from the shackles of the modern world.

Other than- I would like broadband internet at the cabin and hopefully the big screen TV will be working.

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