undefined
undefined
1989
Yes, it's the one year without a real group picture and here is why:
On the journey out, just as we had crossed the halfway point, a storm appeared on the horizon and quickly headed our way. Our group held debate. Half of the group, mostly new people, wanted to continue. Half of the group, which was made up of those of us who had gone the previous year and didn't want to be bitten by the storm again, wanted to stay.
No one would budge, and in an unprecedented decision that is banned our present rules, the group split. Some went on, and some stayed. I was in the group that stayed, and I must say that while I was hesitant to do so, I was justly rewarded the next day with one of the most beautiful Boundary Waters mornings I'd ever seen, and it was an enjoyable time out.
The actual vacation itself was without precedent as well. With ten people (which present BWCA regulations don't allow) we had a virtual city at our camp. And the fishing delivered. I caught a 33 inch northern, and Mike caught a 28 incher (which at our ages was fabulous) and John wowed the young rookies with us (who worshipped Babe Winkleman) by hauling in a 40 inch monster of his own. They spent the rest of the trip trying to find out John's secrets.
On to 1990 pictures
