BWCAW is essentially a series of lakes connected via portage routes or marshy creeks of varying lengths. For the most part the Canadian border falls to the east and west. Everywhere you extend your gaze you’ll meet an arresting scene of nature’s bounty, from the white and yellow water lilies that decorate the rivers to the huge birch trees that tower over the pines. Once we got on the Little Indian Sioux River we entered a land that time had forgotten, and our hearts grew both adventurous and contemplative the further we paddled. I inevitably imagine myself as part of the Lewis and Clark expedition or Teddy Roosevelt’s adventure on the Amazon, full of wonder as to what lies beyond the river bend.