"That night we cooked a delicious duck and caribou stew, the likes of which you could never duplicate in the fanciest restaurant. The taste included campfire smoke and the spice of the vast land: the moodiness of the lake, the strength of the timbered ridges, and the uncertainty of the boggy muskeg."
— Shell Taylor
Geoffrey Pope might be the grittiest Minnesota camper you never heard of.
At 9 a.m. on April 25, 1936, he and a pal, the above quoted Shell Taylor, bored by their jobs as bookkeepers, clambered into a 17-foot canoe at the foot of 42nd St. in New York City, and set out for the elusive Northwest Passage en route to Nome, Alaska.
Spending the winter of 1936-37 in Canada's Northwest Territories, the pair waited for spring breakup. Then they paddled the Mackenzie and Yukon rivers en route to the Bering Sea, and from there along the Alaska coast to Nome, arriving in that village on Aug. 11, 1937.
Pope was 23 years old.
The journey, during which the two men hunted and fished for most of their food, was the longest canoe and camping adventure accomplished to that date: 7,165 miles.
That Pope hailed from Minnesota — he graduated from Minneapolis West High School — was perhaps no accident. For centuries this state has incubated a who's-who of world-class outdoor adventurers, thanks in large part to the close ties Minnesotans historically have had to their lakes, rivers, forests and prairies.