BWCA.net, Your Guide to Ely and The Boundary Waters Canoe Area

I have ridden my bike down the Fernberg by this lake many times.  Today I rode past it a few times looking for a way to get to it.  I couldn’t figure out how to get to it.  I finally got off of my bike and started bushwhacking my way to it and ended up getting wet up to my waist.  I backtracked and tried again at another place and made it a little bit farther.  I realized that this was as good as it was going to get and pressed on even though I was getting more wet and muddy with each step.  I waded through the high grass or whatever it was until I finally made it to the lake.  I tried to take my jacket, sweatshirt and clothes off in order to swim and they ended up sinking into the wet marsh.  It was just like the name implied—pea soup.  After my mud bath, I put on my wet sweatpants, shoes, socks, sweatshirt and jacket and headed back to the road.  I got on my bike and started my return trip to Ely.  By the time I made it home (about 12-14 miles) my sweat pants had completely dried.  This lake takes the cake for my worst experience so far.  My friend Sarah suggested this lake.  I didn’t think she would lead me astray.  It turns out that she was just kidding.  The laugh is on me I guess.