Watch this often and see the Deer Feeding Station on Fall lake
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Lost Luggage
T-shirts and sweatshirts and birch bark canoes;
Film and a camera with a panoramic view.
A box of smoked lake trout and ciscoes on ice;
Smoked salmon and steelhead cooled and wrapped twice.
Pebbles worn smooth from the Lake’s rugged shore;
Artsy craft stuff from Gnedesh General Store.
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, dirty underwear;
Gin in flask we bought at Lake Aire.
A pair of slacks now too tight in the gut;
New shorts with a stain where I fell on my butt.
Brochures, matchbooks and a nice travel guide
From Barbara, a friend on my mother’s side.
Three pairs of moccasins and a Norwegian sweater;
An afghan that is Duluth to the letter.
Six packages of candy that look just like rocks;
Amy’s five sweatshirts and more dirty socks.
A replica in ceramic of Split Rock Lighthouse;
Water from the lake and one linen blouse.
A large cardboard box that held all of the gear;
Rods, reels, and lures that the men held most dear.
Bass sandals and Birkies and tennies not clean;
Like a used collection from Double L Bean.
Two bottles of sunscreen to ward off the heat;
A bottle of Off!, but those ‘squitoes did eat!
Not to mention the luggage, nine pieces in all;
A cooler, three pullmans, a box that was tall,
One canvas bag, one suitcase that’s small,
And two you could hardly lift, tote, or haul.
The storm closed the airports at the Cities and Duluth;
We missed our connection by the skin of a tooth.
So on to St. Louis the Coopers did fly;
With no luggage, no tickets, but call we did try
To Bill, Seth, and Doug and Melinda to stand by
Our flight in to Dayton was nearly midnight.
We landed exhausted, all tired and spent;
And nobody could tell where our luggage went.
A pang in the heart, a flicker of dread;
The money we spent! Our guts filled with lead.
The loss of our memories, our tokens, our week,
Our favorite clothes; We could hardly speak.
So off to the claim, and then out to eat.
We avoided talk of luggage; we were beat.
But the happiest sight I did see the next day
Was the delivery van from TWA!
Created July 10, 1996
Cherie Cooper-Darragh
Film and a camera with a panoramic view.
A box of smoked lake trout and ciscoes on ice;
Smoked salmon and steelhead cooled and wrapped twice.
Pebbles worn smooth from the Lake’s rugged shore;
Artsy craft stuff from Gnedesh General Store.
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, dirty underwear;
Gin in flask we bought at Lake Aire.
A pair of slacks now too tight in the gut;
New shorts with a stain where I fell on my butt.
Brochures, matchbooks and a nice travel guide
From Barbara, a friend on my mother’s side.
Three pairs of moccasins and a Norwegian sweater;
An afghan that is Duluth to the letter.
Six packages of candy that look just like rocks;
Amy’s five sweatshirts and more dirty socks.
A replica in ceramic of Split Rock Lighthouse;
Water from the lake and one linen blouse.
A large cardboard box that held all of the gear;
Rods, reels, and lures that the men held most dear.
Bass sandals and Birkies and tennies not clean;
Like a used collection from Double L Bean.
Two bottles of sunscreen to ward off the heat;
A bottle of Off!, but those ‘squitoes did eat!
Not to mention the luggage, nine pieces in all;
A cooler, three pullmans, a box that was tall,
One canvas bag, one suitcase that’s small,
And two you could hardly lift, tote, or haul.
The storm closed the airports at the Cities and Duluth;
We missed our connection by the skin of a tooth.
So on to St. Louis the Coopers did fly;
With no luggage, no tickets, but call we did try
To Bill, Seth, and Doug and Melinda to stand by
Our flight in to Dayton was nearly midnight.
We landed exhausted, all tired and spent;
And nobody could tell where our luggage went.
A pang in the heart, a flicker of dread;
The money we spent! Our guts filled with lead.
The loss of our memories, our tokens, our week,
Our favorite clothes; We could hardly speak.
So off to the claim, and then out to eat.
We avoided talk of luggage; we were beat.
But the happiest sight I did see the next day
Was the delivery van from TWA!
Created July 10, 1996
Cherie Cooper-Darragh
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Duluth Harbor Cams
Check out the Harbor Traffic Cam
http://www.duluthharborcam.com/?page_id=37
The harbor will be closed until ice out, around April 1st.
The harbor will be closed until ice out, around April 1st.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Cabin Update
We recently had the exterior of the Cabin remodeled. We updated the windows, Doors, Siding, and Roof. Shown is before, during, and after completion.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Outhouses on Bear Island Lake
When we were young our parents would take us to the cabin, I remember going to Lake St. Mary’s (Grand Lake) and the resort, Windy Point. Each cabin there had a path and an outhouse. Nancy went to their family’s cabin on Lake Amnicon, just south of Superior WI, which had an outhouse. Our cabin has hot and cold running water complete with full bath and separate shower.
The South Shore of Bear Island Lake was developed in the early 1950’s. All the lots were at that time government lease lots. An individual would pick out an available lot and lease it for up to 99 years. The rate of the lease would be paid annually to the US Forestry Service. (This is our understanding) Taxes were assessed in line with the value of the cabin and improvements; paid to the county as real estate. In the early years there were no building codes, no electricity, and the road was mostly a rut. As time went on road improvements made and utility lines ran service to the area. In the early years all the cabins had an ice box, pitcher pump for water, and an outhouse including a path which would lead to it. It was usually back off the lake some distance. There are still some rustic cabins with working outhouses. This past week we walked the shore and took pictures of a few of them. Here are four of them; can you pick out the matching interiors?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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