The Cavalcade…

This time its not couches! The Evil One was on her annual get rid of the blue couch jag. So we discussed this year’s possible cavalcade of couches. For those readers new to the blog (HA HA HA HA HA! Like we have new readers – everyone isn’t that bored from staying in – get serious) the cavalcade of couches is this: The Evil One has in her minds eye a list of all the couches in camp and their condition. These ratings and locations are then fed into massive CRAY mainframe computer we keep in the walk in cooler (I found it at the Beauty lake Dump soon after Canada reduced funding to their nuclear arms research and concentrated on producing radioactive medicinal source materials, it’s in constant communication with HAL to help with climate control and the Vaunted anti-snow generator). The data – updated diligently let’s say obsessively daily by the Evil One. The data are then crunched by a super complex algorithm written by none other than the Evil One. Here’s how it works if a nice couch is acquired at the dump or from friends it is entered into the system and in about an hour of computing the “perfect couch placement scenario” (PCPS) is generated. Somehow I think its also maximizes the number of couches to be moved. Thus every couch in camp has to be moved to a new location so that PCPS optimization is reached. This spawns the annual Cavalcade of Couches. What fun! Back breaking fun fun fun. Luckily with this years austerity measures I have unilaterally reduced amperage allotted to the mainframe and slyly diverted The Evil One from moving the blue couch (she had to pee during the discussion and I stealthily exited before unilateral-consensus was achieved. So chalk up another annual event lost or postponed by the covid virus.

In its stead as requested by Mary Colombi I am presenting pictures taken today from around the camp. It has been a partly cloudy day in the upper 70’s low 80’s with a nice breeze so all the pics may not have a bright sunny look to them.

I give you – The Cavalcade of Camp Pictures (taken this morning)

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Here is Joan’s forlorn untended garden. It is so awful – the asiatic lilies and bergamot are blooming and some one has blown grass cuttings into the edge of the unkempt bed.

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Lilies lilies lilies – they grow like this even when no one grubs around them disturbing their root system.

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I particularly like the bergamot – it too is thriving.

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The daylilies are just starting and the rugosa roses have just completed the big bloom. I have deadheaded most of them so I’ll get blooms for the remainder of summer. This way the scent of roses permeates the night air when I shut down.

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The front of the lodge. I’ve cleared the dead wood and pruned the wild rose and rugosa to a little more symmetry and the ferns are happy happy happy.

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The understory of the ostrich fern copse at the front of the lodge. When ever I see this I think that the first medieval cathedral builder that employed a Gothic (high pointed) arch must have passed out on mead in a copse of ferns and had a sudden revelation upon waking in the morning light.

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A view toward the lake from the shop. The bat house on cabin 10 is clearly visible. It is housing a really good population of little brown bats. All three of the bat houses up on the lodge are being occupied too. I think I should put up another on on Cabin 10 this year.

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A perfect day a fresh nor-westerly and a deserted beach. The red maple trees planted for common area shade have grown about 11″ this year! The grass has been cut and the slow growth period is on us. The lake temp was 78’F this morning (12:30) and there are few if any insects about.

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The set left dock. Kevin has completed his morning safety inspection and is thinking about a dip in the lake so he can later soak the Evil One’s bedspread. The lake level is just a little high but good for a possible dry spell. I am always fascinated by the multicolored coarse sand and gravel on our beach – so beautiful! All you have to do is go to a mundane mono color beach on the great lakes or ocean. And Kevin says its great digging too!

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A view down the beach toward Burnham’s. The farthest white swallow gourd was where this years clutch of three tree swallows were reared. Alas they have left us. We haven’t had a fire yet and the pizza oven hasn’t been fired up either. The Irises are a little trampled by Griffin. You probably got to see him in action during the Firth Lake Concert.

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Here is Kevin missing his aunt Joan. Daily he sits pining, trying to imagine perfect stentorian diction wafting toward him on the wind to elicit a fierce burst of barking howls that would intimidate even the antichrist!

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I turn to head back – the diesel is now at operating temperature and the water tank has been “burped” so its time to power up for the day. Sorry that the cavalcade of pictures didn’t end with a spectacular shot but hey the QUB court is open for use!

 

8 thoughts on “The Cavalcade…

  1. Another great blog entry, Captain Jack. The couch monologue/diatribe is worthy of Saturday Night Live – perhaps delivered by John Malkovich – who is just unhinged enough to be your on-screen alter ego. A gardener’s correction to your take-down of Joan’s garden (the good bones of which are there even untended): I believe you have misidentified as bergamot (a citrus that flavors the Earl Grey tea I have every morning) the flowering and invasive Monarda, also known as Bee Balm and Oswego Tea. I did note during the beach concert that Griffin circled the iris as perseverantly as a caged tiger in a zoo. And in the book The Wounded Land, the fourth book in the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever (which I just finished yesterday) the word “copse”, rarely used outside one of your blog entries was used six different times.

    • If you look at the additional names for monarda or beebalm or oswego tea you’ll find bergamot as another of the accepted names.

  2. Thanks for the tour of camp. It was sad to see the row of empty chairs at the beach…

    I too had to look up bergamot. I am used to bee balm and Joan usually calls them Monarda. But I was able to find a reference to bee balm as bergamot. Once again, Jack is correct.

    But hey Jack, Mary asks for pictures of camp and you post them right away, I ask for fish pictures, but NOOOOOOO…

    Some of us still actually come to Sportsmen’s Camp to fish! (And, of course for your good company!). How about a fishing report?? We are less than a week away from our previously scheduled arrival, now we are counting on you for a virtual visit. How are our favorite weed beds developing? Where are the fish biting? How about a picture of you with a 20 inch bass (caught this year)? Your best stringer of 5 fish (for the Barker contest)?

    Challenge ON!!

    • Sorry I find that challenges and contests applied to joyous activities kill the joy and fun. But I will take a camera fishing with me sometime but I def’ly won’t be doing any of that stupid competition shit! LOL I might record the measurements though.

    • Oh if it would only work – he said wistfully. The Scotch Library would swell with new additions. You know it should be viewed as essential services!

  3. Thank you so much for the beautiful pictures Jack. We are all feeling rather low right now as we should be packing the car and getting ready to make the trip north. There is something so special about the familiar wonderland of Sportsmen’s Camp and the unique assortment of faithful guests who can’t stop themselves from coming back year after year.
    Even though it makes me envious to read your descriptions of red moons and dewy lilies, please keep the images coming.
    One request – whatever you do, please please don’t put a bat house on Villa Colombi. Unless you really don’t want to see us again….

    Mary

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