Winter camping with non-Minnesotans

  • Article by: TOM ANDERSON SPECIAL TO THE STAR TRIBUNE
  • Updated: February 6, 2014 - 1:02 PM

A Minnesota outdoorsman introduces two outsiders to the wonders of winter camping.

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The camp stove glowed inside this tent, where the author prepared a hot supper of venison, beans in bourbon sauce and a simple flat bread called bannock.

At sunrise we emerged from our down-filled sleeping bags into the fog of our icy breath. We hustled from our lean-to into a 9-by-9-foot canvas tent. I laid a handful of birch bark and spruce twigs inside the stove. The snap of the match flame leaping to life always seems like a miracle while winter camping.

In the dim light, we leaned over the stove to warm our numbed fingers. Once the fire burned with more vigor, we crunched our way down to the frozen river.

With an ax, I began chipping a hole in the ice to fetch water for a pot of strong coffee. I paused and noticed something on the toboggan trail we made the previous afternoon.

A perfect wolf print was etched on our trail. Ben pulled off his mitt and held outstretched fingers over the crystalline track. It was a perfect fit.

“Whoooa,” Ben whispered. “This was made last night.”

I pointed to more tracks and explained there are 2,000-plus wolves living in Minnesota.

The eyes of Ben and Daniel widened at the realization that wolves had trotted past our sleeping quarters where we lay all night.

Neither Ben nor Daniel had ever seen a wolf track. Then again, neither had been winter camping before. The two brothers were experienced outdoorsmen, but they were used to the tamer wilds of the southern Adirondacks in New York state.

Benjamin was on leave from Tulane Medical School, in New Orleans, and Daniel from Clemson, in South Carolina. These Southern campuses have little in common with a wilderness in the grip of winter.

This was Daniel’s first trip to Minnesota. Ben is my son-in-law. He called two months earlier and asked if I would take them winter camping. I was thrilled by the prospect of hanging out with some young bloods.

Lessons in winter camping

After their flight to Minneapolis, I gathered the brothers and their backpacks and we headed north on Interstate 35 toward Duluth and beyond.

The steaming waters of Lake Superior held their gazes as we drove up the shore. Finally we turned away from the lake and drove straight north, meandering uphill into the spruce, fir and birch forest. We would be exploring a tiny fraction of the 3 million acres in the Superior National Forest.

After miles of turning onto progressively less traveled roads, we finally came to a stop. We unloaded our gear next to the truck, and soon the scene resembled a street market. I told them how lucky they were to experience a mild January day in Minnesota. The mercury hovered at 18 degrees.

“Tying knots is not easy with numbed fingers,” I lectured. “So use these hooked bungee cords for fastening gear to the sled. That way you can fasten the hooks without taking off your mitts.”

I reminded the brothers to keep hydrating in the cold, dry air and to be sure the small survival packs I gifted them were strapped around their waists.

After a half-hour of snowshoeing, Benjamin stopped. Looking down, he asked, “Do you have any idea what these tracks are?”

Leaning in for a look, I answered, “Snowshoe hare.”

I pointed out the meandering string of chicken-like tracks left by a ruffed grouse. After carefully examining the tracks left by a red squirrel, the brothers could visualize the creature bounding across the snow and disappearing up a spruce tree. We discovered the snow-trough pattern of an otter and the loping prints of a weasel. Daniel was taken by the lacework of trails left by white-footed deer mice that ventured to the snowy surface from a more secure and warmer below. Both brothers were amazed to know that the frigid forest was not as empty as it looked.

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