Thirteen paddlers, nine miles of Lake Superior, and one unforgettable journey into the Apostle Islands. We followed music across open water, shared stories around campfires, weathered storms, laughed through the unexpected, and somehow survived one very determined bee. Somewhere between the sore arms, wet gear, and quiet moments on Oak Island, a group of people became a crew—and we were off like a herd of turtles.
Blind Veteran, Adventurer and Speaker