Compiled by Adam Fornear
Mud season has arrived in Duluth. That means it’s time to put the skis away, shelve the ice tools, and take off the studded fat bike tires. What a great winter this was for being outside! The trails rode really well, I got many more laps on some vertical ice, and had many a campfire to stay connected and engaged with my friends in the region. It’s sad to see it go but every season has its rewards.
I got back into a canoe this weekend and that felt really good. Paddling season has begun! A couple friends and I paddled the Nemadji River, a large, muddy tributary of Lake Superior. It’s muddy because it runs through the clay basin of the headwaters of Lake Superior. It’s particularly muddy this time of year when the water is high from the snow melt at higher elevations and spring rains. With the high water, we were able to knock out 12 miles in a short two and a half hours. It was a beautiful stretch of water that none of us had paddled before and we all thoroughly enjoyed the float. At one point we came around a bend in the river and were greeted with a convocation of Bald Eagles flying above with their annoying friends, the crows. We also spotted some mallards and mergansers in their spring plumage. The last bit of wildlife that we saw were a couple beavers waddling along the shoreline…they are definitely more eloquent in the water. The other great surprise was a couple of beautiful cedar groves. We spied a particular nice one that we were able to pull over and take a break to stretch the legs and eat some trail snacks.
I loved exploring a new river. Our curiosity drove us to paddle a new section and explore a little bit of the unknown (to us). Our campers every summer aren’t the only ones that get to have the great reward of exploring something new to them. I really seek out these new experiences up in the Northwoods, and am still finding new places to explore. And one of the great things about Nebagamon is the opportunity for our campers to go exploring too. I hope all of you choose to search out something new for yourself. I’m sure all of you have these areas a short drive or bike from your homes. Let your curiosity guide your adventure. Then sit down on the computer machine and email me about it…I want to hear!
I’ll be here in Duluth, waiting to hear from all of you (alumni as well!). Get outside, breathe in some clean air, push yourself to bike up that steep hill and get excited for the never-ending days of summer to be on us soon! Just shoot news over to me via the interweb at fornear@campnebagamon.com. Be well and have a great day!
IT MAY INTEREST YOU TO KNOW that Atlas Barnes (Chicago) joined the Chicago Rowing Foundation last year and has been really getting into rowing crew. Atlas is also spending more time playing tennis and ping pong. Atlas – I’ve been playing a fair amount of ping pong as well. When you get up to camp this summer, I’d like to challenge you to a game. Sound good? Sebastian Alderman (Tulsa, OK) passed his drivers test on his first try – Nice Work!
IN THE WHERE-ARE-THEY-NOW DEPARTMENT: Charles Meyer (NYC ’06-’11,’12) recently released his first single, “Love” on streaming platforms. I had a chance to give it a listen and its cool…check it out at https://linktr.ee/CharlesOnTV . Isaac Weiss-Meyer (NYC ’10-’13,’15-‘17) is the manager for Charles Meyer Music.
IN THE BIBS AND DIAPERS DEPARTMENT: It’s a girl, Effie Lynne, for Karla Bright (Chicago) and Ryan Glasspiegel (Chicago ’96-’02,’04-’07,’09). It’s a boy, Weston, for Natalie Mandel (Lutz, Florida) and Jeff Schram (Boston/Lutz, Florida ’97-’02,’04-‘06).
This past weekend was no exception. We had another great crew of friends down at the local ice park. Being the rookie that I am, I’m continuing to work on my footwork and learning the sounds of good ice so when I swing the axes in so I can step up. Sunday, I found myself down on the shores of Lake Superior at 6:30 am for a bike ride out on the lake. I love sailing, fishing and ice skating on Lake Superior, so I knew biking out on the big lake would be bring the same smile. The sunrise was a disappointment, but fresh snow was an acceptable substitute. My friends Dave and Jon saddled up on the aluminum ponies and started pedaling up the shoreline towards Two Harbors. Not much flatter surface out there to ride on then a frozen lake — I didn’t get winded once. There were some larger pressure cracks that we had to find the right place to cross over but there was on average about eight inches of ice, so we felt relatively safe. After a while we turned back and rode back into downtown Duluth. It would have been great if the Portland Malt Shoppe was open, but we had to settle for some homemade shortbread that Dave’s wife made for us. Again, another satisfactory substitute. All in all, it was a beautiful morning be out on Lake Superior.
This COVID-19 is just beating me up in the news reporting. I need our reunions back so we can catch up in person and of course to get news from all of you. Please help me with making you famous in the Arrowhead! Perhaps I need to sweetn’ the pot with leftover Briggs Surprises or spots on Derby Pie day…but until I check with our legal department on that, send me some news! Shoot me some news via email at 
Now to take a moment to brag about the city I call home (Duluth) during the winter. As long as you embrace the cold and snow there are some great activities to take advantage of to fight off COVID fatigue. Driving 10 minutes in any direction from my house, I can be pedaling amazing snow-covered mountain bike trails on my fat bike (four-inch-wide tires), go ice climbing (this has been really fun and challenging) and cross-country ski on well groomed trails. Aside from the health benefits of getting out on local trails, and of course the adrenaline rush of winter mountain biking or ice climbing, there is a greater reward: the friendships that I’ve formed through these activities. Now more than ever, I cherish these great friendships, as we all feel we can safely get together (outside in the cold) and laugh to stay positive during the past year of COVID. How lucky am I that I get to ice climb with a couple of friends who’ve climbed the Eiger, paddle the Brule with old professors, and bike with college friends from way back in the 90’s! I’m loving it and more important, I am thankful for these friendships.
“Wild Ice” is the moment in time when the lakes freeze over smooth as glass and there is no snow, allowing you to freely ice skate into the Boundary Waters. I’ve backpacked in the BW, paddled the BW, skied in the BW and now I can say I have skated in the BW. I’m not talking about skating on a rink that someone shoveled off either, we had a huge part of the lake at our feet. All told we skated 22 miles that day on the most pristine, glassy ice I have ever seen. We skated along large rocky bluffs and over drop offs that played games with your eyes. We spied on insects and minnows swimming beneath us under the crystal clear two or three inches of ice. It was smooth, fast, and eerily enchanting.
It was a rather quick lunch as we came to skate, and skate we did. We racked up a bunch more miles, checked out another lake and skated well after the sun had set. It was a glorious day in the BWCA…one that will go down in history.


IT MAY INTEREST YOU TO KNOW that in Emmitt Gerstein’s (DC) last baseball game of the season he crossed paths with a cabinmate. He was up to bat and realized that the catcher was non other than Steven Wheeldryer (DC). They started talking to each other between pitches just like MLB players do who knew each other. It was a good laugh for all.
Hands down, fall is my favorite season. Sure, summer has the awesomeness of camp and warm, long days. Spring is beautiful too, with being able to witness our natural world awaken from its winter slumber. Winter is great as well with the eerie yet comforting blanket of snow and crisp, cold air. Though, in my mind, nothing compares to the beauty of fall.



Late last week Andy Mack and I were chatting about how good it would be to go out on the lake and catch some bluegills to fry and make some delicious fish tacos. So later on that evening, we hit the lake searching for some eater bluegills and maybe a smallmouth bass or two. After exploring a couple of known spots, we located some big gills (as they say in the fishing world) that were hungry for worms. Andy landed the first gill, but I followed quickly with one. These were some nice-sized fish and they would’ve filleted up great for dinner that night, but it was getting a little late, and after landing the first couple of gills we just decided to let them go… ready to be caught another day.