Of the cold as a WITCH’S TIT Boreal North.
Yes dear reader we are indeed back to fabulous Sportsmen’s Camp. The trek north was uneventful and surprisingly warm! The first few days here were also warm – in the 60′s to 80′s F. I saw my friends the sandhill cranes as I travelled through Elk Lake at daybreak, a large bull moose on the road about 5 miles west of Elk Lake and a gorgeous adult bald eagle soared across the road as I crossed Miller Creek. So the trip was indeed “cool” but yet still warm. We arrived to find the camp in fine fettle with no black flies and just a few big snow melt mosquitos. There was evidence of the hard winter still lying around camp – small snow banks!
I got the boards off the windows and The Evil One went to hibernate. It wasn’t even cold enough to put a fire in! I just opened the windows and let the warm outdoor air evacuate the cold air from inside the house. The house is still completely underlayed by ice. The boys and I walked around camp enjoying being here and winding down from the drive. Baxter and Bart were in heaven! chasing mottled part white part brown snowshoe hares and stupid chickens. After they got over-heated they would run to the lake and wade into the cold swollen waters of Firth. The lake is cold enough that they didn’t let the water touch their bellies though! Smart boys! I slept about 5 hours and then Joan pulled in as The Evil One and I were going to the beach to watch the sunset and have a vodka tonic. So we made one for Joan too and went to the beach. Janet and me were in shorts and it was a delight – loons talking, the golden eyes were breeding and flying all over and the eagle was flying around. The boys and Riley cavorted all over the beach and showed us what joyful living is all about. The weather held for a couple of days and I got a lot of work done around camp – the generator up, and the water system started. We got to have showers yesterday – but there will not be water to the house for a couple more weeks depending on the weather. There was a little ice damage to the water system but nothing major yet. The water has not yet made it beyond cabin number 4 where the line goes under the cabin remains frozen. Two days ago we noticed the impending frigid weather and filled the wood kiosk with fire wood and layed in supplies (Labbatt 50) for the impending bad weather. The weather would start with rain so we put coolers under the eves of the lodge to catch water for flushing the commode etc. We watched the Pens take their series and went to bed with a good fire in the wood stove only to wake to SNOW!
After I got up and had breakfast (at the crack of noon) me and the boys went out to kick the diesel on and check on things. Its 38F and the wind is HOWLING directly from the north at ~35 mph with gusts into the 40s! Muther’s day fucker was it cold at the beach! The Old Lady Firth was flexing her spring muscles with 3 ft. rollers breaking onto the submerged beach! The boys loved the wind as it was bringing all the cool smells from the north end of the lake – “Wolves we smell wolves.”
The stick in the water at the edge of the lake is there to keep track of the lake level – as I have to let the lake recede before I bring the docks over to set. Otherwise the docks will be 3.5 ft. out of the water come August.
So we are spending a lazy Sunday here at camp stoking the fire reading and watching hockey (we’re in Canada after all and rooting for only Canadian teams – aside from the Pens) and I just got off the phone with Hogfish Jim fleshing out the details of the Reinhardt (sp) memorial wood fired pizza oven delivery. Jim was drinking margaritas on his patio and that has me thinking – what better way to defy the bad weather and coax in some sunny weather than a pitcher of that “frozen concoction that helps me hang on”? That being said, I have much “work” to do and can no longer waste time typing this drivel for my reader. So off I go on another perfectly ordinary day……….