Jon Lurie

Canoeing with Jose


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      © Jon Lurie, 2017

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      Published 2017 by Milkweed Editions

      Cover and text design by Adam B. Bohannon

      Cover photo by Jon Lurie

      Author photo by Aoife Roberts

      Frontispiece map by Nate Christopherson and Karl Engebretson

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      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Names: Lurie, Jon, 1967- author.

      Title: Canoeing with José / Jon Lurie.

      Description: Minneapolis, Minnesota: Milkweed Editions, 2017.

      Identifiers: LCCN 2017000234

      Subjects: LCSH: Lurie, Jon, 1967---Travel--Red River of the North. | Canoes and canoeing--Red River of the North. | Red River of the North--Description and travel. | BISAC: BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Personal Memoirs. | SPORTS & RECREATION / Canoeing. | BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Native Americans. | SPORTS & RECREATION / Camping.

      Classification: LCC GV782.42.L87 A3 2017 | DDC 797.12209784/1--dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017000234

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      For Allison, Chaske, Edmond, Gemma, José, Lillieannah,

       Malcolm, Mariah, and Martha

      CONTENTS

      The Eagle Speaks

      Grand Forks

      La Migra

      Crossing the Border

      Oh, Canada

      Métis Dreams

      The Tijuana Yacht Club

      On to Nitaskinan

      The Harbormaster

      Lost and Found

      Hell’s Gate

      The Little Prince

      Oxford Lake

      The Ned Flanders Rebellion

      The Suicide Route

      Men of the North

      Twilight of the Gods

      The Cheat Codes for Life

      From Knee Lake to Whitemud Falls

      New Horizons

      Acknowledgments

      A NOTE ON THE USE OF LAKOTA, DAKOTA, AND SIOUX

      José has both Lakota and Dakota ancestry on his mother’s side. The Lakota and Dakota are divisions of the Oceti Sakowin Oyate (Seven Fires Nation), or Sioux, the name given them by early French traders. The Dakota and Lakota people speak different dialects of the same language and share many cultural and spiritual traditions. Today the Dakota people’s homelands are located primarily in Minnesota and the eastern Dakotas, while the Lakota are settled primarily in western South Dakota. José uses Lakota, Dakota, and Sioux to describe his ethnicity, but does not use them interchangeably. He asserts one or the other branch of his Native heritage depending upon the topic and to whom he is speaking.

       PROLOGUE

      As a child I spent hours alone, roaming the woods near my home on the western edge of Minneapolis. I often dug my hands into the dank soil, praying to find an arrowhead, a piece of pottery, a handwritten note—some kind of clue that would help me understand who I was, where I was.

      I had always been intrigued by the waterways around me, and by their names. But because my family was not of Minnesota, was not Dakota, no one ever told me that mni means “water.” Mni is embedded in the names of many places in Minnesota (Land of Smoky Waters): Minneapolis (City of Water), small towns like Minnewasta (Beautiful Waters) and Minneota (Abundant Waters), and giant lakes like Minnetonka (Great Waters). From the Minnesota River in the south to Big Stone Lake in the west, and from the Rainy River in the north to the St. Croix River in the east, water pulses through the arteries of the region I grew up in.

      I remember one summer morning as an early crystallization of my lifelong love of the waterways of Minnesota. I was eight years old, just a few weeks from entering third grade. While playing at a park called Twin Lakes, I noticed a stand of golden cattails along the edge of a baseball diamond, waving at me like old friends across the manicured outfield. I wandered away from the teenager whom my mother had often charged with my care that summer. As I reached for a velveteen bloom atop a cattail’s spindly stock, I slipped into the marsh. Black mud and swamp water crept up to my knees, and then, clawing against slick banks, I quickly slid neck-deep into the muskeg. I turned toward the narrow band of open water that snaked through the cattails and swam, struggling through the rushes. Before long the sky opened and I emerged into a pond. I recognized it as the same pond where my little brother and I shoveled snow and played hockey in the winter. And with this recognition came a realization: Twin Lakes Park, which had always seemed so far away, was connected by water to this known place.

      I blazed a trail through the pond’s copious green algae, swam around a buoy, and pulled myself up onto the grassy shore. After catching my breath, I wanted to know where the water flowed next. I noticed in one boggy corner a culvert, which ran beneath Cedarwood Road. I had seen