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Meet Jim Wyckoff

My Family | Boating | Camping | Motorcycling | Four-wheeling | Other Avocations

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.


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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Winter camping. Getting ready to head out on the trail, pulling our gear behind us by sled, in the Boundary Waters of northern Minnesota.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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.


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!


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."