Minnesota’s less heralded rivers are certainly worth exploring

Picture this: I awaken in the thin blue light of dawn to a chorus of songbirds and break camp while coffee brews. After breakfast, I load my canoe and slip it back into the water for a long day of paddling. I stop along the way for lunch and occasionally cast a line to the spots that look like they might hold fish. When shadows grow long, I settle into a new campsite to rest my head before doing it all over again.
Did you assume this was the blueprint for a day in the Boundary Waters? It sure could be, but it wasn’t.