There’s something indescribably refreshing about the BWCA.

It’s sitting by a fire and enjoying conversation and camaraderie. It’s sleeping between towering red pines and waking to nothing but the call of loons and a sunrise. It’s being humbled by miles of wilderness and over 10 percent of Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes. It’s dealing with whatever Mother Nature throws your way, because you have no other choice. It’s not wearing a watch or even caring what time it is. It’s realizing the deadlines that await you 300 miles away don’t matter that much.

It’s being disconnected.
Completely. Disconnected.