Sawbill Outfitters

Sawbill Outfitters

Tofte, MN

Reviewed August 5th, 2005

Tell me master, what is Essence? What is Life Force? Where is the Way? Ah, child what is not essence? What is not life force and where is not the Way? The Way is everywhere for all time. The Way is life affirming. For instance, a stranger once observed, "dude wilderness is so totally cool." And a citizen replied, "Dude... way!" Thus a thing is realized.

Plenty of Life Force, Essence and Way (LFEAW) can be found in and around and over and under and within and without the Sawbill Outfitters and their remote beer/canoe/olden golden retriever bastion of western civilization in the northern reaches of the primeval sublime pines, loons, wolves, sea turtles, dolphins, nair whales, sharks, palm groves and majestic saguaro thickets.

Ye-ah!

The restrooms at Sawbill are also filled with LFEAW. Two gender neutral unisex single entry loos stand at the outpost of western civilization, ready sentinels, rugged idealists, intrepid enthusiasts. Like Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders once did (people, not condoms) these johns stand between us and the barbarian hoards of scattered, seatless fiberglass crappers that dot the BWCAW at every campsite, waiting to plunder and pillage and promote piracy, privacy and literacy. Pictures and paintings of canoes and mooses makes it feel like your own home john, especially if your private lavatory features pictures of canoes and mooses. Migwetch! Mmmmm hmmmm!

If you ever hungered for the brisk, lung expanding air of the wild, if you have ever wondered why the wolf does howl, if you ever gazed up at the St. Paul night sky and said, "gee, I wish I could see some of them northern lights," if you ever forgot what it means to live, then you remembered and vowed never to forget again, if you ever drank mouth wash to become intoxicated but immediately regretted it and never did it again, if you ever threw a rock at the bear that busted the lock on your topper to steal your bread from out of your truck, if you ever read some Hemmingway then shot some sharks with a tommygun then got arrested and sentenced to prison, if you ever got out of that prison, read some Twain built a wood raft and sat on it only to discover it sinks and got bit by a three eyed pollution mutant fish, if you ever popped a wheelie, spat on the sidewalk, played with something your mother said would poke your eye out or smoked something the government claimed would fry your brain, if you ever thought it through with logic but only did it if your heart was in it, then…check out the restrooms at Sawbill…while taking care not to do any of the above mentioned things.

- Justin Teerlinck

RESTROOM RATING: 8
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