July 2015, my wife and
I took our children into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. We chose a plan that included a base-camp on
Seagull Lake. It was an amazing trip,
and easier than many suppose. We had
great support from other people, and of course God working through other people
to ensure that it was a great experience.
Monday was our travel day. We
drove from our home in Appleton Wisconsin to Duluth, then along the north shore
of Lake Superior to Grand Marais, and then along the Gunflint trail to
Tuscarora Lodge, on the edge of the Wilderness.
Tuesday was an adventure canoeing to a campsite. Wednesday was spent land locked due to high
winds, Thursday was spent exploring the Western end of the lake, and Friday was
a disorienting trip out of the Wilderness.
Part 1 of 4: God provides a safe place, and St. Raphael
intercedes for us.
Monday night, we had an orientation at Tuscarora with our
outfitter. We reviewed the map and got
some suggestions for campsites. We
learned about the Wilderness, and the special rules for leaving no trace, and
made sure that we had all the proper licenses and permits. That night, we settled into the bunk house,
but some members of our party were too excited to sleep. It was a rare hot night in the north woods,
so we all slept on top of our sleeping bags.
The mosquitos were particularly bad since it was a still night.

We started out across the open section of the eastern part
of Seagull lake. The wind had picked up
a bit and there were a few waves as we went out across the water. It took some trust in God, knowing that we
were frequently in areas where the water was very deep. Sharp drop-offs and sheer cliffs are normal
for this lake, and very quickly we were far from shore. We prayed for safety and continued to the
north end of Fish Hook Island. After
that we stayed along the shore. Even
close to shore, there were few people around and the water was deep.

As the wind picked up, and we headed directly into it, we
began looking for the campsites that our outfitter had recommended. The first was in a scenic area where there
was good hiking and a great view. It was
taken. The second was across a bay from
that one, with a nice beach landing, a great place for the children to
swim. Taken. So we continued on, into the wind. As the waves got a little bigger and the
clouds a little darker, my wife said that maybe we should pray for a safe
passage. She wondered out loud, who
might be the patron saint of travelers.
“St. Raphael,” was the response from our 9-year-old. So we asked the archangel to pray for us as
we continued our search for a place to spend the next 3 days and nights. After seeing the first recommended sites
taken, I prayed quietly to myself, that if the next campsite was right for us,
that it would be open. I had to trust
God that maybe the ones that were taken were not right for us, or that God had
something more appropriate for our family.
Storms were predicted, and we wanted to set up camp before it was too
late.

God was not done blessing us on our first trip into the
wilderness. The storm that was
threatening, broke up and blew around us.
The wind, which became stronger, kept the mosquitos away. And we found a level, rock-and-root-free area
to set up our 7 person tent. As we set
up our tent , fly, hammock and cook stove, we kept encountering ways that God
had blessed us. Two trees were perfect
distance from each other for the hammock, set in a small clearing away from the
main camp. A tall tree was 100 feet from
camp that had not been touched by fire, perfect for hanging our garbage. Two more trees were close enough, with
nothing between them for our dining fly and food prep area. Everything came together to make a perfect
home away from home.

Each night, most of us rest in comfortable beds, sheltered
in sturdy houses. God provides us with
the shelter. He may have worked through
the craftspeople who built it, and our employers who pay our wages. But all of these are ways that God is working
through others and through us to give us the shelter that we need. We received direction and support from many
people for our Boundary Waters adventure.
When we allowed God to work through others, and trusted in what he had
prepared for us, we were richly rewarded.