The hike to Jaques Lake was supposed to be a solo backpacking trip. In the process I would shakedown loads of new backpacking gear I’ve been slowly assembling.
Weather forecasts had me envisioning a night – sans rainfly – peering endlessly at the stars before peacefully drifting to sleep. Instead, what I got was a ferocious rainstorm … and confirmation that my new tent and rainfly performs like a champ.
Also unexpected, were the trio of moose who came to graze outside my tent in the wee hours of the nights once the rains stopped. While I’d seen them earlier in the day in the lake, I didn’t expect them to so boldly enter camp. Simultaneously terrifying and amazing, I could hear the huge beasts chomping at grass and bushes just outside my tent.
Eventually I resigned myself to the fact that I’d be left alone or eaten. With either scenario being out of my control, I settled comfortably into my sleeping bag, awaking both alive and unscathed.
The area is beautiful; I can’t blame the moose for making this serene location their home.
What an adventure! Your photos are great – the video reminded me of a thunderstorm we endured in the Boundary Waters decades ago. Scary but beautiful too.
The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Great excursion. The rain was wonderful—I just love to hear it—but could do without the Moose. Send “Marty Moose” back to the amusement park—–“park is closed today, Moose outside should have told ‘ya”—John Candy.
Good Lord, man, don’t you have a gun?