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Lake Pepin

Minnesota

From behind the helm Chad’s outstretched arm pointed into open water “What’s that?”  Perhaps his two trips to Loch Ness Scotland, seeking the Loch Ness Monster have honed his serpent sighting skills. 

Todd quickly grabbed one of the five binoculars nearby and focuses in on our mysterious, dark and slender silhouette. Whatever ‘it’ was, it moved through the water only a few hundred feet off our port side. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself.  As any seasoned legend tripper knows, travel to and from the legend is as much the adventure as the destination itself.  So let’s start at the beginning.

Todd Roll uses binoculars to identify far off objects in the Mississippi River.  Photograph by Noah Voss

It started differently.  I wasn’t in control.  Thankfully different and out of control could decidedly be the theme for our Legend Trips.  Chad Lewis, author of more than a dozen books on all things unexplained had taken point on putting things together for this Legend Trip.  I knew the basics; we were heading to the Lake Pepin area of Minnesota.  We had a boat rental lined up and would spend Saturday braving the turbulent moods of the great Mississippi River.  Why?  Why of course, searching for the infamous Pepie Lake Monster.  The monster was first reported by non-native folks in 1871.  It quickly became common knowledge with the news of the day running headlines such as “a lake monster is seen swimming in Lake Pepin” that ran in the Wabasha County Sentinal.  Reportedly Giles Hyde and C. Page Bonney spoke of witnessing something the “size of an elephant and rhinoceros.”  The two witnesses went on to say that it “moved through the water with great rapidity.”  More reports would follow.  Many reports came from the Lake City area.  It is located on the Minnesota side of Lake Pepin and their chamber of commerce has been fortunate enough to secure a $50,000 reward for unequivocal proof of the monster.  One liberal rule applies; Pepie is not to be harmed.  The reward, which we all concede will be secured by Sunday, will go a long way towards the next legend trip. 

The area had plenty of additional history and legends to explore including an 1890 maritime disaster.  The Sea Wing disaster still remains the worst on the Mississippi River to date.  The ferry capsized in a storm and 98 people were lost.  It is said that not all the wreckage or souls were recovered.  For those that prefer lighter fare on their legend trips, waterskiing was invented here in 1922, and Lake Pepin is home to the only working lighthouse on the Mississippi River.  Additionally, if you’ve ever followed “Little House on the Prairie” you may be interested to know that Lake Pepin was visited by Laura Ingalls and her family in Little House in the Big Woods.  Our quarry however, will be the safe capture of Pepie or irrefutable proof of its existence.       

I and a friend by the name of Jesse James (no, not the one who lost Sandra Bullock) headed out to meet up with Kevin Lee Nelson.  You may have seen him during his appearances on the Discovery Channel’s Mystery Hunters, and Travelers shows, ABC’s Scariest Places on Earth and literally the most feared wand maker west of the Mississippi.  It didn’t take long to pack the vehicle and head out to pick up Todd Roll.  He is the co-founder of Wausau Paranormal Research Society.  Todd has been quoted in all forms of the media on his work in the paranormal fields over the last two decades and friend to the friendless Romanian Gypsy.  We’d connect with Chad at the monsters lair – Lake Pepin.  Even after five hours on the road, there was still plenty of day left to use up.  So we did.   

We were able to pack in an average Friday for the avid legend tripper.  It began by wandering through a spectral light filled graveyard on the greener side of 2,000 unmarked graves.  After interviewing three witnesses we followed that legend by roaming a dark forest patrolled by a ravenous pack of hell hounds. 

Crypt where the bodies were over wintered until the ground was soft enough to dig graves.  Photograph by Noah Voss

We were able to brave two bridges guarded by ghosts and speak with a haunted pair of B&B owners followed by a quick tour.  Of course we finished the day filled full of more than a few spirits of the liquid libation sort.  Throw a couple hours sleep in at an aging motel along the shores of Lake Pepin behind us and you’ve got the classic makings of a legend trip.  By morning we were ready for a good old fashion lake monster hunt. 

Chad Lewis holds rope over a bridge haunted by the ghost of a hanged man.  Photograph by Noah Voss.

The rising sun brought a round of caffeine, a twenty minute drive, and a handful of power bars.  Chad had interviewed some of the area chamber of commerce folks regarding lake monster sighting locations.  The rest of us were busy brining Pepie up in every conversation we could start, with any willing local.  Some new sighting locations plotted on the map we were off to our sturdy monster hunting vessel.  We arrived at the marina, greeted by a pontoon boat that had less life left in her than more.  Embracing the added challenge to our adventure, we stowed our gear on the deck and shoved off.  Pulling from the safety of the harbor we were greeted by the wakes from speeding luxury yachts – large and breaking at a solid three feet.  Wave after wave crashed against our aging vessel, creating a cold and crisp spray that covered everything.  I welcomed the added connection to my surroundings, especially as the temperature climbs into the 80s with humidity not far behind. 

Adding to the navigating challenge are the behemoth barges slowly tugging their way up the river.  They leave a continuous wake of four foot rollers, trying our vessel as it would slowly and ominously lift to the crest of each only to crash down twice as fast.  It was quickly agreed that we would need all 22 feet of our aging vessel to return alive.  Well, at least dry.

The army core of engineers worked with the mountainous mounds of sand that towered above us 100 feet on the shores.  If one opened their eyes just then, they might be forgiven for questioning if they were on the Mississippi or the Nile.  An hour and a half later we reach the southern end of Lake Pepin. 

Multiple mounds of sand hundreds of feet high and the same long flanked the Mississippi River.  Kevin Lee Nelson in foreground.  Photograph by Noah Voss

Our hearts quickened with the possibility of anything emerging from the lake.  Even if for just the briefest of moments, maybe we’d experience something.  This has basically been the thought in the back of everyone’s mind since we first laid eyes on the water yesterday.  However, when you get out on the water and it surrounds you, misting up into the air you breathe, and thrashing the vessel that is the last protector between you and a perilous swim for shore…well it is markedly different.  And of course, here there be monsters. 

One was even photographed here in 1983. Though the picture ran in the 1987, December 12th issue of the Durand Courier Wedge, the close encounter happened in August.  The story comes from the photographer himself, Steve Raymond.  At age 57 he and his “fishing buddy were cutting northeast across the lake.”  The story and image that can be viewed on Lake City’s website states they were “to do some pan fishing near Stockholm, Wisconsin.”  The story was also picked up in the St. Paul Pioneer Press and didn’t seem to make the newspapers until four years after the actual sighting.  Mr. Raymond said “up ahead, I thought I saw a tree, but it wasn’t a tree. It was undulating.”  They moved closer to within “maybe 50-75 yards from it.”  Then he reported “I saw at least 20 feet of it out of the water.”  Mr. Raymond shared great detail often lacking in these sightings stating; “it was greenish, with a cast of yellow.”  Thankfully he was quick witted enough to snap a single picture.  Unfortunately as the story was gaining some attention, he was said to have “misplaced” the original. 

We would certainly be holding onto our precious negatives should anything of interest show itself today.  Between navigating our way around the perils that the river throws at us we discuss some finer points of possibilities.  Chad’s trips to Loch Ness help him make the comparison in size “Lake Pepin is 22 miles long and 2 miles wide, and Loch Ness 23 miles long, and 1.5 miles wide” which we all agree is interesting but likely coincidental at best. 

Photograph by Noah Voss, lake monster or distant tree protruding from waters of Mississippi River?

There are no locks or dams between the marina we left from 10 miles south of Lake Pepin and where most of the sightings have been documented.  This leaves the very real possibility that if Pepie is even at times a flesh and blood creature there is no clear reason why it very well couldn’t be sighted anywhere along our route.  None-the-less, arriving at Lake Pepin officially, on the water, creates an entirely new level of anticipation.  The energy is high as the water calms.  Within moments we had our first sighting.  Chad pointed, Todd focused in with binoculars and I wasted no time raising my camera.

Digital camera in hand I’ve already snapped two pictures by the time Kevin responded “It’s starting to look like drift wood.”  Todd confirms with the binoculars “Yup, that’s a hunk of wood.”  The large tree branch floated up and down, riding each passing small wake and wave creating at the time a fairly convincing swimming motion.  Between the multiple dead fish floating about, ducks, sea gulls, the intermittent piece of trash, and diving birds like the loon we have our work cut out for us on identifying things sighted.  The more unique submerged trees just barely poking through the water’s surface only every other wave and countless unique wave formations reveal how a less vigilant observer may half witness something and fill the rest in with speculation.  We all speculated that there may still be more to this legend.   

Drift wood in the Mississippi River.  Photograph by Noah Voss.

Unfortunately not everyone embraces sighting something unexplained in the lake, as we find with an “anonymous” witness on July 9, 2008.  Lake City’s website features the report of a “very large creature” that was watched moving parallel to the shoreline.  The report estimates the creature to be “between 30 and 40 feet long.”  The report closes with “a startled motorists traveling on Highway 61 was able to pull over and get a shot of the ‘creature’ just as it was slipping back beneath the waves.”  The image of what looks suspiciously like a lateral wave can also be viewed on Lake City’s website. 

Waves in particular should grab a fair amount of any lake monster investigator’s research.  There are many naturally occurring wave formations to be aware of.  Some of the more potentially misidentified culprits could be unusual standing waves, lateral waves, and rouge waves, or combinations of transverse and longitudinal waves.  All these wave types can be manipulated by outside factors such as wind, or objects (including lake monsters) causing a myriad of diffraction affects and even additionally stunning visual phenomena.  Those interested in learning more might want to search “ripple tank” experiments.  Back on Lake Pepin, our sprits don’t sink much, as we know the day is young and the actual possibility of having a serpent sighting the skinny side of slim. 

Lateral wave photograph taken by Noah Voss while on investigation in the Mississippi River.

This same dance continues the rest of the day, each of us taking turns finding something in the distant waters worth further investigation and documentation.  Each sighting turning up everything but Pepie.  At one point we encountered a school of small fish jumping from the water.  At a few inches in length, silver in color, they reach only a few inches into the air before crashing back into Lake Pepin with a splash.  Presumably this is a natural behavior and one that most of us have witnessed on countless other lakes.  We killed the engine and hope there is another cause.  Perhaps a hungry Pepie was chasing the appetizers about, causing them to choose the temporary and waterless escape of fresh air.

Cameras rolled, photographs clicked…nothing additional appeared but the return of a placid lake.  We drift silently along as long as our patience allows.  Firing up the boats motor doesn’t cause a repeat appearance of flying fish, likely Skipjack Herring.  The Skipjack is well known to inhabit these waters and often is seen performing this way when chasing down prey.  The only slightly off thing, is usually they feed closer to dusk.  We move on to hopefully more perilous monster filled waters.  Larry Nielson was one fortunate witness who said his sighting of Pepie “was very strange.”  Mr. Nielson “watched it for about 15 minutes.”  Even with the unusually long sighting he “could not figure out what it might be.” 

Even if Pepie has not yet been hooked by an unlucky fisherman other prehistoric monsters have.  The bull shark has made itself known as far north in the Mississippi River as Illinois.  Not too far from where we find ourselves today.  In 1937 a pair of fisherman reeled one in, and many speculate that the Bull Shark is now as far north as Lake Pepin.  Some experts denounce the possibility due to dams that line the Mississippi River, seemingly forgetting about the lock system that always accompanies each.  Indeed it is mostly agreed upon that Bull Sharks have been documented traveling some 2,500 miles inland through fresh water river ways.  The distance to Lake Pepin, from the salty Gulf is significantly less. 

Kevin Lee Nelson stands watch for anything less than explainable.  Photograph by Noah Voss.

It is perhaps less debated that the Bull Shark is one of the most aggressive and unpredictable species, able to attack in a few feet of water, grow to lengths of 13 feet and have been known to hunt in pairs.  A formidable foe for sure the Bull Shark uses a classic bump and bite attack method.  One could let their mind wander and imagine the feeling of a mysterious bump, followed by a tooth filled; stabbing pain, as their drug under the murky waters surface…watching the light slowly diminish above until nothing surrounds them but a reddening darkness.  Time for a swim! 

Chad Lewis on left and Noah Voss on right swim in Lake Pepin with underwater photography equipment.

We gear up with waterproof photo equipment and dive knives – just in case.  Grabbing my life vest I’m met with chiding from Chad; “You’re not going to swim with that on are you?”  I hesitate, knowing that any comment is fair game to fair ribbing on these legend trips.  I choose my middle of road words best I can, “I think I might.”  I do, and several minutes later a winded Chad struggles his way back to the edge of the boat and requests a life vest of his own.  We swim, more floating now, and wait. 

Eventually Chad, Jesse and I clawed our way back into the ladder-less boat.  No encounters with Pepie or the Bull Shark.  We make our way further up Lake Pepin.  We toured all the points marked on our maps of sightings either documented by history or by our own interviewing of witnesses. Every local has heard where or knows who may have seen something unusual and we dutifully check each bay as we motor on.  Chad had even purchased a fishing license for the expedition in hopes of drawing to the surface things less than usual.  Pairing his pole with the largest Muskie bait money could buy we all enjoyed the prospect every cast brought.

Chad catches nothing that couldn’t be explained.

By the time we reach Maiden Rock, Chad and I are ready to tempt fate once again in the name of science and adventure.  Despite the natural predator pairs roaming the waters, the potentially carnivorous lake monsters to boot, we can’t wait to get back in.  I grab my dive gloves, knife and class V rescuers life vest.  Jesse barely contains his laughter; “you’re like a Ken Doll…getting his adventure outfit on!”  The rest of the crew laughs over his observation.  Annoyed that it is not only accurate but also funny, I can’t help but smile.  The water is still surprisingly warm.  With a little help of some homemade chum, Todd helps us push the limits again in the name of discovering some additional first hand truths to the legend.  The sea gulls swung above us as we bobbed up and down on each passing wave.  The gulls only a foot or two above, dove to the water’s surface within reach of us, making short work of any bait that may have been used.  Alas no monsters, no sharks, and no life and limb tale to arise from the swim.  However, nearby Maiden Rock on the Wisconsin shoreline holds its own haunting history to appreciate.  It loomed over us as we took our second shark infested swim, searching for Pepie. 

Noah Voss clearing propeller of vegetation.  Photograph by Jesse James Donahue.

The Maiden Rock oral tradition is said to be passed down in the Dakota Nation.  Their legend speaks of one of their own throwing herself from the peak of this very location.  It is said the Dakota woman named Winona, plummeted to her heart broken death by her own hand.  The local urban legend now states that on certain evenings a figure in the mist can be seen repeating her very last steps towards the edge.  As I look up from the water, Maiden Rock towers hundreds of feet into the air above.  Its structure is a sheer rock face and is an imposing one. 

My thoughts turn to another Dakota legend whispered in this area.  Some repeat an oral tradition that clearly advised the observant Dakota to not travel on Lake Pepin in the traditional bark canoes.  The warning was given with a tale of monstrous creatures that would destroy the thinner walled canoes.  It was only advisable to travel on the monster filled lake with the much sturdier dugout canoe and only when completely necessary.  For those not up on their native canoe construction this style was literally born of a large tree, chiseled and burnt out until the empty center cavity created would hold several persons.  Alas the once long day is nearing close to an end.  Sadly we need to start plotting our course back to the marina two hours south of our current location on the lake. 

Maiden's Rock in the background, and our boat in the foreground.  Photograph by Noah Voss.

Course laid in, we got underway.  We were hopeful that the next hour of making our way back out of Lake Pepin will still hold some mysterious encounter.  Cameras are readied and binoculars to eyes.  More waves, more debris but still no monster. Even a sighting of the natural and known species of large fish would have been exciting at that point. 

Todd Roll charts course.  Photograph by Noah Voss.

Taking a look at the “Minnesota Department of Natural Resources Section of Fisheries” most recent report published in 2008 reveals some usable statistics.  Their “Angler Survey of Lake Pepin and Pool 4 of the Mississippi River, from 2005 to 2007” documents observed species and their size at that time.  The sampling documented several large species measuring 40” in length.  Unfortunately their study doesn’t allow for recording of specific lengths over 40” simply stating “40” and above.”  During our time on Lake Pepin we continually saw things in the water hundreds of feet away.  Utilizing binocular, camera, and video equipment we were able to easily determine what they were.  Those that were hunks of wood, upon drawing closer to them we were able to verify that some of the lengths were as small as a few inches.  Well under 40” and still looking quite unexplainable from a few hundred feet out.  It remained difficult to estimate size at a great distance due to the lack of scope and known objects to compare or contrast against.  As always there are more variables to consider when on a monster hunt, such as the 120 different species of fish identified in the Lake Pepin area.  Several of the fish species are very capable of reaching lengths greater than 40 inches.  Indeed Northern Pike have been caught in the Mississippi River near Lake Pepin 53” in length or almost 5 feet.  Fisherman Tim Pruitt landed a 58” Blue Catfish in 2005, just a state south of Lake Pepin.  The fish was 44” around the center, which would have made a striking scene if ever surfaced.  Of course all of this only takes into account known or discovered species.  Needless to say there are those that would speculate the creature behind the Pepie sightings is prehistoric in origins and incorrectly thought to be extinct.  Where ever you fall on this train of logic, there is some precedence for such theories.

Take the coelacanth for the classic example.  It is a fish that was thought to be from the Paleozoic Era more specifically the Devonian Period.  This era would date it to have lived approximately 165 million years ago.  It is estimated from the currently available data that Coelacanthopsis evolved approximately 400 million years ago, the Coelacanth its incarnation.  Its fossilized remains were discovered and first named in 1839.  It was believed to have gone extinct during the Cretaceous Period some 65 million years ago.  To recap, a creature that can likely trace its evolutionary ancestry back 400 million years was thought to be extinct for 65 million years.  That was of course until 1938. 

Preserved museum specimen of an actual Coelacanth.  Photo by Alberto Fernandez Fernandez.

It was then that a curator of a small museum was visiting a friend.  Her friend happened to be a ship’s captain, and on her way to wish him a happy birthday, she just happened to notice an unusual fin protruding from his net full of the day’s catch.  Upon further investigation, she discovered the first known coelacanth semi-living specimen.  I find it interesting that before 1938, there had not even been any documented sightings of this fish, only fossilized remains.  The Coelacanth can grow to six and a half feet long and almost 200 pounds.  I know it’s a big Ocean, but that’s a pretty big fish to miss.  The Coelacanth seems to prefer the deep water, found around 2,300 feet under the ocean’s surface.  Lake Pepin is only 60 feet deep, and now behind us as we make our way to the shipping lane channel of the Mississippi River.    

With Pepie we have an entire nation of people, the Dakota, who believed of such a creature for generations.  In addition to that we have dozens of sightings, including some with photographic data of something.  The “National Science Foundation” has a project focusing in part on flora and fauna population estimates.  Their “Tree of Life” project estimates of the 1.7 million identified and known species on the planet Earth, there may be as many as 100 million total.  Add to that the sobering statistic from the UN Environment Program which estimates that 73,000 species become extinct – annually.  One might additionally consider that the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration estimate that 95% of the world’s oceans remain unexplored and unseen by human eyes.  Now all of these big numbers and interesting percentages don’t prove anything specifically.  I do feel that it begins to show the situation in an objective scientific light.  It reveals a huge possibility, if not probability in a quantitative perspective.  A probability that there are things living in the World’s water that have yet to be identified.  I further feel that this illumination of a fringe topic easily pushed aside by detractors using low brow emotion, reveals the very real issue, very worthy of further research and investigation by scientists.  Moreover including the observational experiences of witnesses that can either; be verified by other data or add new data sets to the pool of information on the subject will undoubtedly aid in revealing answers over the long term.  What those answers are as of yet, is open to theory. 

We made our way out of the deepest channel in the Mississippi River towards the marina, and as usual we are left with more questions than answers. 

It makes me revisit all the statistical data and large numbers another way.  Is there a case to be made if there are upwards of 98.2 million species yet to be identified on the planet, and 95% of the world’s unexplored oceans for them to currently call home, shouldn’t scientists by definition take an interest in such ‘monstrous’ reports?  Not that I’m one to seek out debate, or evangelicalize my view, but this is only one of several clear reasons why I find my adventures into the paranormal worthy of my limited resources. 

Noah Voss navigates a clear way forward on the Mississippi River.  Photography by Kevin Lee Nelson.

The theories touched on thus far of course leave out the most poignant area of paranormal study.  The possibility of more supernatural explanations opens an entire other arena of variables to consider.  Whether we are discussing the bigfoot sightings occurring in conjunction with UFOs, or otherworldly portals appearing and disappearing before witnesses eyes; there are plenty of odd potentials to explore as sources for Pepie.  Currently my personal favorite is exploring quantum physics, and those theories attempting to explain multiple dimensions in order to make broader theories unite.  Not to be taken lightly, these theories are put forth by some of the most brilliant minds holding some of the highest IQs around.  These areas hold great chances for possible sources of all things paranormal.  However those topics would be a longer discussion, and best kept for another legend tripper’s entry.  Back on dry land, we make our way for sustenance.      

Todd hasn’t even placed his drink order, and is already up to his usual “So are there any haunted places nearby?” He quickly follows the list of nearby ghosts with “what do you think about Pepie?”  Our waitress, who shall remain nameless, expressed her concerns that the entire Pepie phenomenon “was created by the Chamber of Commerce.”  We strolled by a few haunted locations downtown as directed by our waitress who brought us dinner.  As we made our way down the dimming streets we discussed the obvious holes in the Pepie theory she was gracious enough to share as fact.  Of course the Dakota’s oral tradition certainly predates the Chamber, as well does the numerous reports from the 1800s and early 1900s unless the conspiracy is multigenerational spanning over a century.  Buy hey, this is a legend trip and anything is possible. 

From cerebral banter on the expositions of theory and conjecture apposing one’s belief systems, we decided to begin a search for what we thought would be more easily obtainable – absinth. The more normal oddities ensued including an overflowing toilet in one establishment that reached the dining room, must to the chagrin of the diners.  Thankfully we were in the bar.  By the end of the night, and after literally drinking at every bar in town (our last waitress walked us through the list to verify), we realize that a small town may not be the best place to find liquor illegal in the U.S. until 2007.  We remain absinth-less.  Not a huge deal, it was all on a whim.

Back at the motel, the high rollers we are Jesse and Todd take the two beds, Chad the floor, Kevin the chair, and I the third most luxurious location pass out on the sofa.  But not before we roll a solid B film by the name of Sharkosaurus…Sharktopolis…Shark-something with a dinosaur reference.  Thanks to the projector Chad needs for his lectures, we were able to watch the lake side fitting film in a full 65” on the motel wall. 

The sun rises sooner than most would wish.  Back on the road, spirits are soon lifted with the first legend.  A church in the middle of nowhere is supposedly frequented by a phantom congregation.  Oddly enough, even though it was Sunday morning, this Lutheran church wasn’t even being frequented by a living congregation.  Only one other soul showed up inquiring “when the church service was?”  To wit, Chad quickly replied “we were wondering the same thing.”  It’s just easier this way folks.  Further down the road and site of yet another Native American massacre we find reports of mysterious globes of light moving through the dense forest.  A few hundred mosquito bites later we are back on the road.  A tour through Northfield reveals some colorful and deadly local history.  Frank and Jesse James attempted to rob a bank here.  Attempted because the towns folk were alerted and were able to kill and capture several members of the infamous outlaw’s gang.  A private tour of an opera house built in 1918 reveals a sorted history of a possible speakeasy, and perhaps two ghosts.  They have named one ghost Ellen, but between the two they report only playful and mischievous actions.  Chairs move on their own, even with someone sitting in them we are told, in addition to unknown wafting fragrances of flowers and fruit.  I was intrigued by the report of someone bumping into “something solid” in the dark, only to find nothing there when a light shown.  I moved through several places in the dark just to tempt fate.  I discovered nothing but an embarrassingly solid door frame.  It is past time for lunch, so we adjourn to an old school house, now café just down the road.

Lutheran Church purportedly frequented by a phantom congregation.  Photography by Noah Voss.

Over lunch we discussed the highlights of the trip thus far, and then moved on to sample a local microbrewery’s creation.  As we enjoy a dark porter, the acting squad from the opera house tours the entire restaurant and bar.  They stop, sing, and act out a small sample portion of their upcoming show.  They dutifully hand out tickets and personally request our attendance.  Unfortunately with a solid six hours road time for the last of us to reach home, and an overflowing work week now staring us in the face we resign this legend trip is drawing a close. 

Ever vigilant that the travel remains important as the destination we keep an eye out all along the old river road before turning inland to rolling bluffs.  Sticking to the back roads rewards us with unique antiquaries filled with dusty books.    

As with all legend trips this one leaves me with the overwhelming sense of anticipation for the next.  Normally a maximum of a few months, my next makes me wait only five days – The Devil’s Kettle on Canadian shores.  But that’s for another legend tripper’s journal entry.  Whatever people have been sighting at Lake Pepin, eluded us.  Getting out on the water was an enjoyable adventure as always, and one we all hope to revisit sooner than later. 

Until next time, remember, adventures come to the adventuresome!

Noah Voss (Bio)

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