Pierogies Saved My Life


Dark clouds await us.

If you’re going to be miserable, you might as well be someplace you can enjoy it.

That’s been my motto ever since I took up canoe camping 38 years ago. On my very first canoe trip I was sick as a dog and it rained the entire weekend. I had the time of my life.

To truly enjoy the outdoors, you need to develop certain skill sets. More importantly, you need to develop the proper mindset. Case in point — a recent camping trip with my son, Irvin Oslin III, and my longtime canoeing buddy, Joe Hughes.

It didn’t rain the entire weekend. The rain stopped occasionally to catch its breath, long enough for us to sit around the fire and wait for the next shower. We caught a break Saturday when the sun came out almost long enough to get in a five-hour paddle.

Joe and I took a canoe trip while my son stayed behind at basecamp. We paddled from Grand River Canoe Livery to Tote Road Park in Ashtabula County. The autumn leaves aren’t very colorful this year, but they really stood out against the backdrop of slate gray sky on the horizon.

Less than half a mile from our takeout, Joe and I caught up to the dark clouds. We struggled to keep the canoe moving against the strong wind, driving rain and hail.

Meanwhile, back at camp, my son had gathered a small mountain of firewood. That’s where your skill sets come in; seasoned campers know that a big fire can withstand a pretty heavy downpour.

While Joe and I warmed up by the fire, my son whipped up a feast of comfort food — pierogies followed by kielbasa and sauerkraut. Joe and I were teetering on the brink of hyperthermia when my son served us a skillet full of steaming hot pierogies.

I’m thoroughly convinced that, if it hadn’t been for the pirogies, we would have died.

The wind and rain continued through the night with a bit of sleet and snow thrown in to make it more enjoyable. I got up at the crack of dawn, put the coffeepot on and prepared my version of comfort food — good old-fashioned breakfast glop.

Throughout the entire weekend I didn’t hear one complaint about the weather (or my cooking). If you’re going to maintain a proper mindset under adverse conditions, you should seek out kindred spirits — people who enjoy being miserable as much as you do.


My son, Irvin Oslin III, lugs Joe’s tent to higher ground — and shelter under the dining fly. $15 tents aren’t very reliable in heavy rain.