Tuscarora Lodge & Canoe Outfitters

When I was a new teacher, years and years and years and years ago, I made some really good friends.  Meet Kadee, Polly, and Brenda, and their daughters.  These are the kinds of people that hold the world together.

They collectively gave birth to 14 kids–including these.  It’s a trick to raise girls, as they navigate through the images of strong independent career women with high-heeled vulnerability—to help them envision exactly where they fit, what choices they’ll make, who they’re going to be.

These friends visited Tuscarora last summer–for a canoe trip.  They had a blast, which is why they came.  But there are some other things we say to our daughters when we take them into the woods.

We can do it.

A little inconvenience can be worth the view.

Live it up.

The world is worth preserving.

We are funny.

We should take care of each other.

The simple things in life can be really fun.

This is what it feels like to be strong and capable

This is what it feels like to have a body that works for you

This what it feels like to belong and be cherished. Don’t ever settle for anything less.

It has been a couple weeks now, since Daniel and I helped with the Sawtooth 29th annual international ski races at Pincushion mountain. (see video below)

Pincushion ski trails are about 2 miles up the Gunflint Trail overlooking Grand Marais.   They’ve been maintained as ski, running, and bike trails for about 30 years by a volunteer organization called the North Superior Ski and Run Club (NSSR).   I am especially fond of this great group of volunteers because of all that they have done for the kids of the community–including Shelby.

Dick Swanson  has been the Incident Commander of the Race since I’ve been helping—I suspect maybe he’s run all 29 races, but I don’t know for sure.  I like to call him IC Dick, but he hasn’t actually had the training, or he would know that an Incident Commander supposed to be in charge of 5-7 people, instead of the whole show.  His commanding is  impressive, and my favorite spot is standing right next to him in the timing window, so that I am free to heckle.   This year he was also doing the announcing AND the start, which is tricky.  But he’s up for it.  (I took the photo off the internet, because I liked it better than mine, so you’ll just have to imagine him without the beard).

I hold him and the others of the NSSR club responsible for Shelby’s joyful leap –with a bunch of girls that went to the State Tournament Nordic Ski race.  NSSR Club efforts to support the kids of Cook County, with gear and groomed trails,  races and volunteers have enabled her to participate in this life long sport.  To say we’re grateful is an understatement.

The trails that Saturday were a  most beautiful system of white snow, of blue sky, pines and  birches.  The conditions were perfect–as they have been  for most of the season.   The video below is mostly taken at  the beginning of the 20K skate race, and I suspect Ben Seaton would like to point out that it isn’t nearly representing the order in which they finished–but you can see that there was some fairly impressive skate skiing going on.  (I also borrowed a couple of photos from the NSSR homepage, just for the sake of rounding out the story).

I tried skate skiing (freestyle) last winter when my friend Carrie lent me some skis and some free instruction.  It’s tricky, but thought I had the rhythm….I did have the rhythm, and was getting a dandy aerobic workout, and feeling the pride that comes from learning something new—when I looked next to me at the classic tracks where a little girl was learning how to ski classic (straight on) style, and her dad was cheering her on.  She must have been all of 3 years old, and she trudged straight up the hill while I had my rhythm going—apparently I had really good lateral progress.   Anyway, she left me in the dust, and for now, I just stick to my trusty classic skis.

My time to enjoy the trails comes after the racers have gone home.  It was a magical day.

Staffer Stefan and his partner Kayla had a small, simple, beautiful wedding in St. Paul on Sunday.  This life sacrament is sentimental for me anyway, and watching their ceremony……I started to reminisce.  We certainly do love this honorable young man.
In 2005 I met him at Papa Charlies for an interview while Sheby had ski practice.  He was overqualified: they all are.  He was so fun to talk to–I found myself, driving away, hoping that he would chose us.
Andy has always been a little more practical about these decisions.  He asked if I thought he would be a good worker.  I said, he went to St. Olaf.  He asked if Stefan might be able to drive the tow boat.  I said, he sang in the Ole Choir.  THE St. Olaf Choir.  Unless you’ve been there, you might not  know what that means.    He asked if I thought he was responsible.  I said he was a physics major.  Andy was getting a little exasperated.  (we later agreed, that we should have a uniform set of questions, but at the time–well, I was just winging it).  Would he like it in the woods?  Well, he’s been working on an organic farm.   Finally he asked WHAT did we talk about in the interview???  And I said….um….I think mostly whether Calculus was invented or discovered.
How does one interview somebody who is going to join the family?  How would I  know, meeting Stefan for the first time, that he’s going to have such an impact on our family, teach the kids piano and guitar?  Provide memories of lying on the dock in the starry dark while he tells stories of the constellations?  That he would be so committed, drive boats through storms, pack food into the middle of the night for us.  How could I know that we were going to fall in love with him like he’s our own kid?  Well, that’s how it worked.  And this is why I felt a wash of nostalgia as we witnessed him taking his vows with Kayla.
 I sent wishes for every sort of blessing  toward them, and this life they’re beginning.  And I thought–well, they certainly found compatibility as Kayla spoke fluent German during the toasts.  We’ve met her a few times, she seems very kind.  There were lots of little kids at the event, and she was really good to them.  It’s enough of an interview for me: I’d hire her.

After the ceremony we stood with Shelby and Dan by the fancy cheese table–if you know Stefan, you know that the food and the organic soda and unique beer would be very deliberately chosen—and apparently Kayla feels that way too, because the free range organic turkey was locally raised.  Local? We were 5 minutes from downtown St. Paul.   Still—those caterers were very sincere and sustainable, so I believe them.

As we stood on the outskirts of the reception Shelby said “I don’t know ONE person here, can we go?”  And I said–Oh, no.  This is what weddings are like, most people don’t know most people.  But somehow, when you’re all connected to the bride or groom, eventually you find people that have connections.  So don’t worry about it, first we just have fun with us.   And actually, we did.  And then we met really cool people, young families, and it made me feel nostalgic all over again.  First time parents with their babies.  Many of them went to St. Olaf too, it seemed like everybody knew Shelby and Daniel’s running coach, April.   And during the dinner, I got to walk a sleepy 4 month old while his parents quickly ate.  I put my cheek on his perfectly round head and remembered the smell of my own little boy’s clean baby hair. And for a minute,  when my own little boy held him, I checked the space around my heart and felt all warm and toasty with gratitude.  For the cycle of life, for good kids, for good friends—for the opportunities we have to know solid people.

We sincerely wish them the best of life together.

Camping with Andy and the boys–

If you have a few minutes to check the link, I think the show speaks for itself.

Bill Scherk…man about the woods….gotta love him (and I have to shake my head at him, at the same time).
He’s one of the good guys.