BWCA 12 mi
One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have the leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.
The Writings of Henry David Thoreau
Snow and ice give way to the warm whispering breezes, welcoming the treasured signs of spring. Robins return, butterflies and blossoms are in abundance. New life lines the forest floor, the smell of spring is in the air. Gentle waves lap at your boat as you patiently wait for the familiar tap of a walleye at the end of your line. All is quiet and someone yells - "I got a bite!"