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Here
I am getting my Coleman lantern ready for a long night's burn
at our campsite in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. It's a
challenge to keep the lantern burning all night — it keeps
the bears away! I enjoy camping and being in the wild. |
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On
a cooler note, winter camping in the Boundary Waters of
northern Minnesota is an extreme adventure. My son, Joe, and I
had to trek about five miles to a remote cabin — with all of
our gear in tow on sleds behind us! |
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Winter
camping. Getting ready to head out on the trail, pulling our
gear behind us by sled, in the Boundary Waters of northern
Minnesota. |
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Here I am trekking across a remote lake on the
Boundary Waters of Canada and northern Minnesota. The only means
to transport camping gear is by dog sled or by pulling it,
yourself. Snowmobiles are not allowed in the Boundary Waters. In
fact, no motors of any kind are allowed in that pristine region
of the U.S. and Canada. |
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Well, we may not look like fashion moguls, but
when you are winter camping and it's well below zero, the only
thing you really care about is staying warm! |
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Camping
is just not camping without a good campfire. And a campfire is
not a good campfire without hot dogs roasting on it. Here, I'm
cooking up some "dogs" for family members. |
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Hiking
is a must-do event for the Wyckoff family when we visit
Colorado. Here I am along the trail with my favorite
"Colorado hat." I must tell you a funny story about
this hat. I actually bought it in downtown New York City. My
family was with me at the time, and when I put the hat on to
wear it out of the store, none of my family members would walk
down the street beside me! But I didn't take it off, just to
spite them. I told them it's awfully hard to make a fool of
oneself on the streets of New York City! |
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Here
I am trying to stay warm by the wood stove at our remote cabin
in the dead of winter in the Boundary Waters of northern
Minnesota and Canada. We had to hike several miles to the
cabin — pulling all of our gear behind us on a sled. I did
bring along a transistor radio, so we could listen to the news
(and markets!). The only radio signal we could get was an Ely,
Minnesota , station nicknamed "End of the Road
Radio." At night, the station would provide messages to
people who lived in the remote woods of the Boundary Waters
(There were no telephones--or email!). Some of those messages
were pretty funny. "Sam, your sister said she's coming
over Saturday to see you, and she says you had better take a
bath before she gets there." |
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This is me overlooking the spectacular Jenny Lake
in Yellowstone National Park, in Wyoming. I love the rugged
western U.S. Some day I would like to retrace the entire path of
the famous Oregon Trail, which was used by settlers who were
heading "out west" for a better life. Those folks were true
adventurers. |
