Once, people canoodled in canoes.
Some still may, but canoeing these days is more about portaging, Boundary Waters, J-strokes and sore shoulders. Wouldn't have it any other way, of course — Minnesotans are nothing if not rigorously recreational. But in the earnest pursuit of wilderness or walleyes, it's worth recalling that "spoon" didn't always mean a fishing lure.
At one time, the number of couples cuddling in canoes grabbed headlines, spawned park police patrols and saw metaphorical lines drawn in the sand about naughty boat names such as Kismekwik, Skwizmtyt (sound it out) or Kumonin Kid.
Local historian David C. Smith unearthed this more salacious part of canoe history while researching the canoe craze of the early 1900s.
"I was initially interested in the staggering number of canoes on the lakes," he said. In 1910, Minneapolis had 200 canoe permits. By 1912, permits soared to 2,000 on the Chain of Lakes alone.
"It was one of those periodical things that come along, like bicycles or Rollerblades," Smith said.
One reason: Canoes enabled couples to achieve scarce privacy, especially on darkening summer evenings far from shore.
Enforcing a midnight lake curfew was as impossible as it sounds. Park police took to the waters in boats with spotlights trying to squelch misconduct "so grave and flagrant that it threatens to throw a shadow upon the lakes as recreation resorts and to bring shame upon the city," according to a newspaper account.