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I saw this guy on the news the other day, and found his blog. He's traversing Lake Superior, a first ever winter expedition! It's great reading for anyone who would like to follow along! When he gets closer to home than 100 miles, I'm gonna go out looking for him! (with my camera, of course!) There are some great photographs in there too. I'm still catching up on the beginning, it's a great read!
Must See Location.
Beautiful landscape. Great view of southern Whitefish Bay. Unlimited snowmobile trails. No plumbing. No heat. Unlimited privacy. Free parking.
If freezing to death is your idea of fun, your search has ended.
Asking Price:
No one will be looking for you, so don't tell anyone you're here and you can stay for free.
It was 3 degrees in my tent this morning. I lose most of my heat through the breathing hole in my sleeping bag. So I plugged the breathing hole with my inflatable pillow. I carry an expedition grade Hoover vacuum cleaner hose so I can breath fresh air when I close all the breathing vents.
When I do this, the air I exhale is forced out of my sleeping bag through the zipper. This morning my sleeping bag zipper was frozen shut. I had to melt the ice one inch at a time with my breath.
(No hot air jokes please.)
I'm sitting at Patti's desk at the Bay Mills Community College Library. Rick let me use the fax line to send today's post. Patti made me the best cup of coffee I ever had in my life.
I have a bad habit of leaning into the direction I pull when I'm crossing the lake. After several hours of leaning, I get a neck ache that will not quit.
Sherry my trainer taught me to walk with my back straight to avoid the pain. The problem is, I forget.
So I stuck an ice pick inside the back of my life jacket to keep my back straight. It works great. I just look a little strange (or stranger) with an ice pick sticking down my neck.
If you look close, you can see my sled in my parking stall. The empty sled weighs 12 pounds. I'm guessing that fully loaded, the entire sled weighs 70 pounds.
I believe I have successfully completed the equipment complication phase. The rest of the trip will be relationship complications between me and Mother Nature.
God told her she could try to kill me. And she is trying. She is angry that I would even attempt to take her on. In her anger, she forgets that the cold she is trying to kill me with is making ice that will save my life.
I hate to rub it in, so I will speak with all due respect.
Mother Nature,
Is that all you got?
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Must See Location.
Beautiful landscape. Great view of southern Whitefish Bay. Unlimited snowmobile trails. No plumbing. No heat. Unlimited privacy. Free parking.
If freezing to death is your idea of fun, your search has ended.
Asking Price:
No one will be looking for you, so don't tell anyone you're here and you can stay for free.
It was 3 degrees in my tent this morning. I lose most of my heat through the breathing hole in my sleeping bag. So I plugged the breathing hole with my inflatable pillow. I carry an expedition grade Hoover vacuum cleaner hose so I can breath fresh air when I close all the breathing vents.
When I do this, the air I exhale is forced out of my sleeping bag through the zipper. This morning my sleeping bag zipper was frozen shut. I had to melt the ice one inch at a time with my breath.
(No hot air jokes please.)
I'm sitting at Patti's desk at the Bay Mills Community College Library. Rick let me use the fax line to send today's post. Patti made me the best cup of coffee I ever had in my life.
I have a bad habit of leaning into the direction I pull when I'm crossing the lake. After several hours of leaning, I get a neck ache that will not quit.
Sherry my trainer taught me to walk with my back straight to avoid the pain. The problem is, I forget.
So I stuck an ice pick inside the back of my life jacket to keep my back straight. It works great. I just look a little strange (or stranger) with an ice pick sticking down my neck.
If you look close, you can see my sled in my parking stall. The empty sled weighs 12 pounds. I'm guessing that fully loaded, the entire sled weighs 70 pounds.
I believe I have successfully completed the equipment complication phase. The rest of the trip will be relationship complications between me and Mother Nature.
God told her she could try to kill me. And she is trying. She is angry that I would even attempt to take her on. In her anger, she forgets that the cold she is trying to kill me with is making ice that will save my life.
I hate to rub it in, so I will speak with all due respect.
Mother Nature,
Is that all you got?
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