(09-19-2015, 12:56 AM)Harley Wrote: One thing I always loved doing as a child growing up in MN was my Father always drove us farther North some of those years the "Northern Lights" were bright.  I remember one time driving way up into Canada into what seemed like the remotest place that was a fishing/camping resort that he used to go to with his guy friends back then.  I was maybe 8 or 9yrs old.  When we got there (actually the whole trip) it was freezing as it was I think in December.  It took a couple of days to get there.  We were taken out of school which we liked of course.

The place was packed with families, many of those same guys he spent summers with.  We got there in the late afternoon and my Mother had my brother and myself in bed so early like 8pm and of course we were not happy, but when she woke us up and bundled us up in the wee of the night it was so amazing as it was like daylight outside only with the bright colors.  I remember looking up, walking and falling flat on my face.  Tripped over a tree root and hit the ground hard.  My first black-eye, but I was too excited to even cry.  We spent a couple nights there.
Normally we just did weekend trips up to northern Lake Superior.