I’m a writer, engineer, and wilderness woman dedicated to sharing stories of outdoor experience – the best experience money can’t buy.
To get down to brass tacks, at A.O.E. you can expect posts on topics like:
-Sights to see in Northern Minnesota
-Stories from folks of the north
-Rambling heartfelt journal entries
But, at the heart of it, this is a blog about the fullness of a life lived outside. I can promise you there will be stories of adventure, discovery, and love filled with comedic relief.
So whether you’re looking for some ideas on how to experience wilderness more fully, curious about my remote lifestyle, or you’re a friend/family member just checking in to make sure I’m surviving, I’ll do my best to be helpful. I’m so thankful you stopped by!
So now you know what to expect here but where the heck is “here” and who am I?
Well, in a nutshell, I’m a millennial (Hi, you can find me on Instagram) born and raised in Northern Minnesota. Although I was raised in the land of 10,000 lakes I flew the coop a few years ago to work as an engineer in Alabama and Florida. (Hello to my southern family! I love y’all!) My years there are marked by memories of sweet tea, even sweeter people, and a different kind of stunning wilderness. But it had been five years and my heart was pulling me north, back home.
In September I packed up my things and set my sights on the small border town of Grand Marais, MN.
In the ’60s, my grandparents opened a small wilderness camp an hour’s drive north of town, or should I say, an hour’s drive and a ten-minute boat ride/short snowmobile trip from town. The camp is not accessible by road. Some would say it’s on the wrong side of the river. I’d say it’s on the right side.
So that’s where I moved; a vacant wilderness camp with no cell reception, running water, or sewage system (in winter months). Come June it will be full of kids making their own wilderness memories but this winter it’s just me and my dad.
So that’s the other half of it, my dad. To campers, he’s known as Uncle Dan. Before he retired, his high school shop students knew him as Mr. B. To me, he’s my partner in crime. He lives in the “Big House” just a stone’s throw up the hill from my 200 sq ft cabin, “The Pepper Shack”, both of which he named and built in the ’80s with my mom and camp staff.
So in case, you were thinking, “oh my gosh this girl is going to go insane alone in the woods” – no ma’am and no sir, Mr. B and I will go looney together and it will make some great stories for you!
There you go, that’s the long and short of it. As I share stories, I sure hope you’ll share yours. You can do that here on the blog, on my Instagram, or on the Facebook page. (All linked up top)
If you’ve got something you want me to write about or questions you’d like me to answer please stop in and ask!
To those of you who have read this far, hey thanks! I always put my favorite stuff at the end, like my favorite quote:
“Voyage upon life’s sea
To yourself be true
And whatever your lot may be
Paddle your own canoe”
Wishing you well,