
The Temptress of the Boundary Waters
Having travelled across the Atlantic from Australian Eucalypt forests to the boreal, Minnesotan north, I (vainly and foolishly) fancied myself something of a Marlow in Heart of Darkness or a Fowler in The Quiet American; the stoic, intrepid flaneur upon foreign shores. Little did I know that she had other ideas. The “she” of whom I refer is, of course, Pagami Creek. Maybe you haven’t been acquainted. Nestled with innocent treachery between Clearwater and Lake One, the Pagami Creek shortcut holds a dual mystique of nigh-unnavigability, as well as being the bearer of a lightning-struck burn scar, decimating 90,000 acres...