The story of the wolfe

One starry night, long ago, I sat quietly upon the banks of Willy Brook which is near my parents house in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. It was my first solo camping trip and would serve to mold my desires to live in the out-of -doors for the next 25 years.

By the time I was 18 I had already hiked and back packed over most of the Appalachian Trail in New Hampshire and was a member of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Those early adventures were awesome and I learned many things about wilderness living.

When I was in my early 20's I discovered an extreme pleasure in canoe-camping. I went on many extended canoe trips on the Saco River which originates in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and runs its twisting course through the South West region of Maine. The most memorable trip was a 100 mile, 10 day endeavor. That was the most exciting thing I had ever done and I knew I would be doing more long trips in the future. I was hooked on long distance!

A few years later I was living in the Adirondacks of New York State. I had found the St. Regis Wilderness Canoe Area and spent as much time there as possible. The lake that I always camped on was so secluded that I never once had to share it with anyone, and the bass fishing was unbelievable!

From New York, I moved to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and did some extended backpack trips on the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore, long canoe trips within the Big Island Lake Wilderness, and two unbelievable long distance back packing adventures on Isle Royal National Park on Lake Superior. Michigan was very good to me and I'll never forget the opportunities the U.P. gave me to live and study in the outdoors.

After Michigan, I next found myself living in Bottineau County, North Dakota. Although I went on one canoe trip to the Boundary Waters Wilderness Canoe Area in Minnesota, for three years I literally lived in a tent camp on a large beaver pond within the Turtle Mountains...or "The Hills", as the locals call them. It was there that I really became the 'Wild Wolfe'.

Those three years of solitude and surviving cumulated 25 years of experience and simple learning. I had learned enough in my past ventures to live comfortably and well fed. I had an unbelievably good time there and I so dearly hope to return someday. The little clearing above the pond, where my camp used to be, will be set in my memory forever. The home of Wild Wolfe One!