QUETICO PROVINCIAL PARK, ONTARIO
The haunting calls of two loons echoed over our pine-studded island campsite as dusk settled on Basswood Lake.
A cool breeze that whistled through the red pines all day had finally subsided, and now Basswood's pristine waters barely lapped the rocky shoreline. The sky, once flaming orange, was awash with cool violet hues that soon would fade to black.
Nearby, our campfire crackled.
Except for the loons, we had this slice of paradise to ourselves. No other campers could be seen or heard on the large bay of the sprawling lake, which straddles the Minnesota-Ontario border.
We were nearing the end of a week of paddling, portaging, fishing, swimming, camping and just relaxing in Quetico Provincial Park -- the million-acre Canadian wilderness adjacent to Minnesota's Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, another million acres of forests, lakes and rivers.
As expected, we found exactly what we were looking for: a respite from a hectic modern world of cell phones, computers and jammed freeways.
I've traveled in many stunning wildernesses in North America -- mountain ranges, deserts and remote rivers in Canada's far north. But for my money, none is more beautiful or inviting than the Boundary Waters-Quetico canoe country.