St. Croix Weekend

We're back from our Labor Day Weekend of camping at St. Croix State Park. The campground there is HUGE (215 camping sites, I believe). They have canoe rentals and even a little store there where they sell pretty much everything you could need for camping except for tents and sleeping bags. The campground was nice, but not quite as nice as the one we stayed at up at Lake Bemidji State Park. The showers and bathrooms were definitely not as nice, but they were fine. It was nice to have a shorter drive than the one to Lake Bemidji, and there were some very nice bike trails to explore, too. We weren't at one of the best camp spots since we made this reservation with relatively short notice. I thought since it was Labor Day weekend and it's less than 2 hours from the Twin Cities that it might be packed, but there were plenty of spots available all weekend long.


Who's that peeking out of the tent? Fredo had a great weekend and loves to go camping. The sniffing opportunities are endless and he gets to go swimming.

Pete took this picture of me while he was riding, too. This was one of the bike trails in the park. It went to the site of an old CCC camp and then continued on to a lake. It was all nice tar and gently rolling hills. We took it for about a 10 mile ride on Sunday.

Pete got to climb another fire tower this weekend, and of course I stayed down below. My excuse this time was Fredo, but even without him I wouldn't have made it up to the top. Pete took this picture while he was up there.

Here Fredo and I are standing at an overlook point for the Kettle River. It's a dirty river filled with chiggers. My only experience with chiggers was last summer at this river, so I'm holding a bit of a grudge. On our last camping trip, Pete and I learned that the Native American meaning of Lake Winnibigosh is "miserable dirty water lake." The Kettle River, in my opinion, is the miserable dirty water river. So there.

Here are Pete and Fredo enjoying the Kettle River Overlook.

So I'll call that good for tonight, but tomorrow I will post up some more pictures of note. Yes, that means pictures of Fredo swimming in the St. Croix River.