Translation South…

Is immanent.

The time draws nigh for the trip south and the weather is beginning to remind us of that fact. Orion is showing up early each clear night along with this year’s brilliant Mars. The trees are turning color quickly.

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That’s the view a couple days back from the dock. There are more and more red maples showing and growing on the ridge. The lake level is doing its annual fall monsoon rise too. The rain just keeps coming. We’ve had a few wind and rain events since the picture so all the red have been cleared.

We got a really great sunset pic from one of this years guests I must share.

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Pretty amazing eh? I am not a fan of sunset pics but this one is out of ordinary.

Even with the crappy weather we haven’t been idle. Janet runs Kevin daily after he does the morning rounds and chores with his dad.

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We place the trapped mice of the stump for the crows. Walk around camp so that Kevin can point at the bunnies and run after crows. The bunnies are completely unafraid of Kevin because he just points at them! We’ll be walking to the shop, see a bunny and Kevin will freeze and point at it from about 30 ft. (perfect form on the point too) I’ll go into the shop and rummage around for what I need emerging about 4 mins later to find Kevin still pointing and a bored snowshoe hare eating clover blissfully as he gazes at a frozen Kevin. The impasse is generally broken when I walk past Kevin on my way to the house and the bunny bolts. Kevin then saunters up to where the bunny was sitting and then walks over to where he went into the bush! Wow way to put the threat of death into them! But hey its hard work. Kevin also has to meet with foreign dignitaries such as the Sultan of Janetron.

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He and the Sultan are attempting to coax an nasty monkey off of the roof of the shower.

Soon after this picture was taken a lynx was spotted crossing the drive about 40 feet away from us toward the lodge! It was an extremely well made young female about the size of a standard poodle. I had Janet take Kevin to the beach and I picked up my framing hammer and went up to where she was. She was standing without any fear looking at me no more than 20 ft away. I yelled and waved my arms – she decided to sit down for the show. Jeesh I get no respect! So I walked toward her and she then decided to leave. When I recounted the story to guests in camp they asked if I wasn’t afraid that she may attack me – LOL nobody messes with an old fat guy with an Estwing framing hammer!

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Actually The Evil One and Kevin are keeping an eye on the old guy putting a roof on the shower. You see if the old guy falls off the roof it would be absolutely hilarious! And The Evil One wouldn’t miss it for the world. Also other peoples misfortune must be witnessed to be funny. Kevin does take this seriously too. After I finished the shower and was working on the porch of cabin 10 he spent quite a bit of the afternoon sitting in the van with The Evil One. She read her book waiting for the thud and moan portion of the days activities and he sat in the driver’s seat watching his dad. It was cool out so they wanted to be comfortable.

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Here I am mugging in front of the new shower roof.

Kevin’s other morning chores include burping the water pressure tank and getting the lake temp. He will trundle right out onto the end of the dock and watch as the thermometer is checked if the lake is not too wavy.

On this particular day he also had the added duty of going to the dump. We also invited “The Sultan” for the outing.

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Here they are loaded into the limo and ready to roll – the secret service chase vehicles are to the right out of frame.

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The day always ends with the completely exhausted Kevin roughing up The Evil One’s bed and having a good snooze. Its even better if he is wet from running around in the rain with dad.

So it would seem that my life is being lived through the dictates of a crazy little dog, but it just isn’t so, he only illustrates the joie de vivre that we still have for being in this most wonderful of places.

We as Members of A Capitalist Consumerist Society…

Are encouraged and taught to acquire, accumulate, own and collect. As a result of this we often become slaves to our possessions. As a person ages they will often see the folly of their ways and begin to divest themselves of all but their most meaningful possessions. The aging baby boom population reaching this juncture in their lives are thus resonant with the “if it doesn’t bring you joy – get rid of it” movement. It makes sense. 

Having said that I wanted to post some pictures of my favorite things – I could have started the blog with a “rain drops on roses and thick woolen mittens….” Sound of Music thing but I didn’t want to burden anyone with that brain worm. Oops sorry that screwed the pooch there.

This post was prompted to some degree by Mary Colombi’s favorite wooden spatula being left here last year and the appearance of a really nice plastic laundry hamper at the dump.

Mary’s spatula was identified and pulled from the cabin for safe keeping and later brandished in a zoom meeting with them tauntingly.

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The cherished well used implement is pictured above. Its pretty nice but most people wouldn’t say this is a cherished possession. They have never met Mary Colombi Gourmet Chef! And all great artisans have their favorite tools!

As mentioned above a really nice plastic laundry hamper appeared at the dump and our old one was examined for replacement….

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As you can see its painted wicker with a light wooden dowel frame. The lid was lost during the Tunguska cross riff event in the late 1800’s. Other than that it is in pretty good state – ratty but still sturdy. Here’s the thing though it was my Grandma Iva’s and she had it when she lived in an apartment on Richelieu Ave when I was say… 6 years old. So that makes the hamper greater than 60 years old! Talk about tenacious staying power! Joan probably remembers it too. So here was the dilemma, new snappy utilitarian light plastic hamper with a lid and carrying handles that Janet could manage or the old heavy wicker one with provenance? It was up to me – I thought what would my beloved Grandma Iva say? She was a pragmatic sort and she whispered in my ear “Get rid of that ugly old thing! I didn’t like it when it was new, that’s why I painted the damn thing!” So off to the dump the relic went. But not without fond memories – that I still have.

Another of my favorite things that in some ways has taken advantage of my love is the Piscarious. After my spring assessment (the year before last) revealed some major structural flaws that could be an existential threat to the boat as well as its occupants I had to cogitate as to whether I should fix it yet again (If I listed all the things I’ve replaced or shored up in the past it would be a multi-entry blog-a-thon) or let it go? The stumbling point was last year was busy (sort of a counter point to this summer) and I was not sure if I could devise a fix that would be durable, strong and yet esthetically pleasing. I know, I expect way too much from my meager skills. So it wasn’t fixed last year. However the time over winter wasn’t spent without reason – I came up with a relatively easy fix that satisfied all my requirements.

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The problem was that age and a lifetime of stressful wave breaking had cracked 5 of the white oak hoops that back the cedar strips between the first and second seats. Right where the waves are cut at warp speed. So I put hardwood stop blocks up at the inside of the splash rail connection line and cut strips of tight yet strong luan plywood (from the dump) to a length that would be placed under compression between the keel and the block. When the strips were pressed into place they conformed tightly to the inside hull of the Pisarious. I then propped the boat on it’s side so that the fiberglass resin I poured and worked into the system would permeate the plywood as well as bond it directly to the underlaying cedar strips. I did the sides on successive days then put a hardwood strip over each of the lines of stops and painted it. As The Evil One said “If you squint your eyes without your glasses and don’t look for the fix you’d not know it’s there.” High praise from the Evil One. I also put a pillar under the front seat to the keel. This added the strength of all the seat boards to keeping the keel from moving. Looking over the fix I am satisfied – It passes the “stronger than when it was new” test. Light, strong, unobtrusive, and elegant if I do say so my self. But the summer draws to a close here and Firth lake temps are below 60F so I think the old girl will have to wait till next year to fly on the azure waves of Firth Lake again. So the Piscarious is still bringing me joy and remains the most beautiful fishing boat on earth..

I have not just been drinking here all summer (but it sounds tempting) so I endeavored to display another of my favorite collections —- The vaunted Firth Lake Scotch Library. It has built over the many years of owning the camp and has resided on many disparate shelves around the lodge and almost never revealed itself in its entirety to the public. Sort of like the Vatican archives. Generally just appearing as specific selections to illustrate scotch types to tickle the palate of fellow connoisseurs. But They needed a proper home…

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Pretty cool Eh? The Evil One posits that it will only promote more tasting and I counter – that is what what a library is supposed to do. Janet likes to point out to people walking into the store and seeing the Library for the first time that “Jack hasn’t bought one of them!” That isn’t true – I purchased the latest iteration of Highland Park 18yo!

Another of my favorite things is the Chateau Frontenac pink floribunda subzero rose that has survived for 10 years out front of the lodge. Its not too showy has no fragrance and the form of the blossoms is sloppy but it blooms like a trooper in the fall right up till it’s knocked down by a really hard frost! It is sort of like the one eyed man being king in the land of the blind or some one with an IQ of 60 at a GOP convention.

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Joan, the whip lady, wasn’t here this summer so corn shocks have been employed to mulch the area around the rose.

So much for favorite things – I went fishing for a couple hours the other day with the lake temp hovering around 60F and caught an 18 1/2 inch bass. Good fight and lots of fun but that was the only bite. It was a very windy day so not the best of conditions.

We’ve been experiencing a plethora of small animals this year – mice, voles, shrews, frogs, toads, chipmunks, red squirrels, snow shoe hare, ground hogs and ruffed grouse. I have been trapping on average 3 mice a night! After loosing two tomatoes to chippies I deployed a trap and two bucket traps around the garden. I can tell you there has been no more damage and “the herd has been thinned!” I also got tired of hearing the grundsow under the lodge. So he was kidnapped!

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Curiously his captors never issued ransom demands! His captors did deliver him to the Wapus landing and released him. He scurried to the edge of the bush then paused turned and raised his fist shouting “Grundsow Power Baby!” Then disappeared into the bush. Who knows what retribution he is planning?

Speaking of errant animals we have a lurking frog in the house! He hops around and is too quick for the scurrying old folks that live there. He’s very healthy and hangs out under the green couch.

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This pic is presented for your “where’s Waldo” moment.

Another cool happening – as Kevin and i were doing our circuit of camp we heard the ominous honking of geese. We looked up and there were three huge wings of geese at high altitude booking south. I did a quick count/estimate and there were about 500 to 600 geese total! Very cool stuff – the Vees would deviate and reform with geese joining and reforming constantly. Quite a spectacle! Unfortunately this usually signals bad weather is coming.

Before I sign off I give you a Puzzler of the ornithological type. (Joan is forbidden to enter a guess) The winner will receive a chit entitling them to two tastings of the scotches of their choice at a later date!

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Identify the bird that these feathers came from. The answer is obvious so its a very easy puzzle.

Along with the policy of leaving with a cute doggie pic it dove tails with the new business model for Sportsmen’s Camp. We’ve installed a boardwalk here at camp. Its going to have small games of skill and a freakshow (I figure it won’t cost a thing to run as we have new guests weekly and I could sell tickets to people off the highway) along it – for Sled to humble mere mortals with his ability to roll skiball and guess weight and squirt water into the mouths of plastic clowns. The money maker will be the casino! The building and capital expenditure will occur next summer. Here’s a pic of Kevin inspecting the first section of completed boardwalk.

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And another of the span.

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Kevin is not completely onboard with the plan.

A Day In The Life Of…..

KEVIN!

The Canadian government in its great wisdom has launched and funded a study to determine if “Working Dogs” in the North are mistreated. So in line with this study we here at the Sportsmen’s Camp News Bureau (SCNB) have decided to blow the top off of this story by publishing this startling expose of the subject.

The SCNB made the arduous journey to the site of the animal torture. We took a full crew as well as boats and a helicopter. We were duty bound to leave no stone unturned – but we were soon to learn there were a lot of stones in northern Ontario!

Our subject was Kevin a small Tibetan Terror who is forced to “help” his “daddy” EVERY DAY – DAY IN – DAY OUT!!! From dusk (sometimes waking as early 12:30 after noon) to the wee hours of the morn! His always mistreated – some times he goes 2 to 4 minutes without his “daddy” telling him how much “daddy loves him”!!! Oh the humanity!!!! I am shocked and dismayed that the SPCA has not grasped onto the enormity of this abuse and wanton mistreatment! It brings a tear to this reporter’s eye just recounting the facts of this heinous case! But back to the report.

Kevin is roughly awakened by his daddy slipping out of bed ~ noon. The incessant slapping of daddy’s flip flops echo’s through the house. The poor beast’s torturer makes the diabolical evil noises constantly whilst watering the garden and the bonsai collection. By this time the torment of the noise has brutally brought poor Kevy to a startled waking state – poor doggie! Next the evil “daddy” forces poor Kevy to march to the lake and clear the area of snow shoe hares and ground hogs! All this patrolling and chasing to selflessly protect his tormentor! All this running has needlessly over-heated and now threatens the life of poor Kevin with insipient HEAT STROKE! There is only one option for the poor beast.

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He is forced to plunge into the icy maelstrom of a lake in the far north! Look at the tortured look on this poor doggie’s face!

Soon he is shivering and must run wildly about to avoid HYPOTHERMIA! After attending to the water system and starting the diesel Kevin is forced to refuse substandard breakfast food sometimes turning down bacon that was FRIED TOO CRISPY!!!!

By this time guests are coming to the store and Kevin is forced roughly to greet each one! (I only saw him snarl and bare his teeth to all of them.) After they have been greeted Kevin must keep a watchful eye on things to be sure that nothing untoward occurs.

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Now the unthinkable occurs – Kevin’s chief tormenter – The Evil Janeeto from the planet Janetron (mommy) awakens in another FOUL MOOD! She is mean and nasty and makes a point to not tell him more than a dozen times what a good boy he is!!!!

It is decided by his tormentors that today poor Kevy will be “water boated”!

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Kevin makes a valiant escape attempt but is thwarted by mommy asking him to get in the boat.

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Abducted and forced to endure a rough passage sometimes not even being petted – see photographic evidence above – he makes his way with mommy and daddy to the prime fishing grounds.

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After stopping Kevin is forced to sit on a small isolated seat enduring minutes of boredom until The Evil One catches one of many fish.

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Poor Kevin enjoys a few seconds of respite as The Evil One concentrates on torturing a different victim!

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And what does Kevin care if Mommy points at a parent loon with two fat healthy babies!

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When does the carnage end? These poor fish were taken from the water and mocked by photographing their misery before they were summarily consigned to the deep. Only Kevin may be able to understand their plight!

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After returning back to the gulag Kevin is forced once again to endure possible hypothermia as well as running about to clear the area of vicious snow shoe hares!

For the rest of the day its forced work — shutting off the water tank, keeping squirrels out of the shop as daddy works (forced to lay in saw dust!) (freshly sawn aromatic cedar saw dust!), menace intruders (guests) and other tasks far too numerous and onerous to list here. One thing is sure though the day always ends…

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when exhaustion sets in from being constantly driven to his physical limit! Kevin is forced to clear his own area on a dilapidated old couch in front of a south facing window that puts a debilitating draft onto him. The poor boy is so selfless that he even attempts to console the the partially dismembered fox toy!

That’s it dear reader the expose is complete another scoop from the SCNB

– Like FOX “We distort, you abide.”

A Meeting With The Big…

Five.

The stage was set the other night, starkly clear, slightly cool, no wind and the moon had set – it was between 4:00 and 4:30 in the am (as Dad used to say). I shut down the diesel and went over to open the valve on the gravity tank. There in the sky was the bright beacon of Venus with a bright Mercury nearby and not too far away the pair of gas giants Saturn and Jupiter were bright and brighter! A little farther to the south Mars was the blood red light in the sky. Really quite breath taking — all of them at once. I can’t say that I have seen Venus brighter. Very cool stuff! First comet NeoWise and now the meeting with the “Big Five”.

We’ve been pretty busy here last few days – the Becketts occupying three cabins and some campers from Toronto. So there was fishing, and teens swimming and fun and games at the beach. We decided to have a pizza day. I needed to fire up the oven to clear the moisture from the masonry anyway. But wait — Joan isn’t here to get the dough ready with her big ass stand mixer! Soooooo The Evil One got several pizza dough recipes from the net and I amalgamated one from them and mixed it up. 18 cups of flour – that’s a pretty big blivot of dough! But I hand kneaded it and then it raised beautifully and was ready to be used later that same afternoon. It made really nice pizzas too. Puffing slightly on cooking and browning nicely as well as cooking through for no doughy texture. Veddy Naice!

When firing the oven for baking pizza I don’t do temperature numbers – I watch the state of carbonization on the inner oven dome surface. Once the dome looses its coating of carbon and appears as clean fire brick I know that the oven it to working temp and away we go! On checking the inner dome I realized that my inspection of the oven for repairs was not thorough. The refractory “keystone” piece at the oculus of the inner dome had deteriorated and fell out. The layer of insulation between the refractory and the outer slip was showing. It did not and would not in the future affect the oven’s performance, but its best to repair these issues before they get worse. A wise man once quipped – “A stitch in time saves nine.” I fixed it today by working some of the ceramics clay that Bob brought up into the gap. I worked a chunk big enough to fill the gap with some water and pushed it into place – then wet my hands and smoothed it even with the dome surface – close any way. After about a weeks drying I’ll refire the oven and set the repair in place (hopefully). If not I’ll trim a piece of fire brick (collected from the dump) and mortar it in place.

Its cool today. Overcast and a brisk north wind. Ten inch waves are attacking the beach and the flag is standing out. Shorts and tee shirt are fine up at the lodge but sweat shirt and pants are more the style at the beach!

so now some pictures.

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Firth Lake provides yet another sumptuous repast!

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A nice group of fun fishing from the dam.

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Lyle presides over and helps with the fileting.

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The pizza dough did pretty well – eh?

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As with blog policy its always good to leave the reader with a happy boy picture! Kevin loves it here as much as we do.

 

Light showers adorn…

Already gorgeous lilies. (yeegads!!! Sounds like the beginning of another horrendous haiku!)

It’s a cool day up north – mid to upper 60sF when its drizzling and low 70’s when the sun is out. When I was tending the bonsai and vegetable garden this morn we had a small shower. Not enough to compel anyone as stout hearted as me to go in but a shower none the less. I went over to see the latest openings on the day lilies and was in awe of of how great the blooms looked after a slight mist of rain in the new sun. Its no wonder those models are sprayed with water and have a fan on them! I ran in the lodge and got my camera for some art shots LOL and took some down at the beach of the billowing tall clouds over Firth.

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One of the prolific more classic lilies with a deep red in the foreground.

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Really big bloom here with ruffled edges – very nice.

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One of the three really deep red with yellow center plants. My favorite because of the  yellow/red contrast. Nice sized bloom too.

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Really cool lightly colored ruffle edges and contrasting center. Check out the little devils below it.

 

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Here’s a shot of the cute little devils – they like to bloom together – not real showy but they have chutzpa!

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I have 3 plants of the white – to super light green lilies this the first to bloom. I think one of the other two puts out a big-ass bloom. This one isn’t small buts dainty.

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Check out the clouds at the beach. The clear clean air and the billowing cumulonimbus clouds are fabulous.

After I shut down the power I always take a look around at the stars and scan the edges of the bush with my flashlight to see lynx, bear or fox eyes. I also go over and check out the garden and turn the flashlight into the air to watch the little bats swoop down to pick off mosquitoes trying to bite me. Often times they come so close that I can easily hear their wings massaging the air. The other day as I was looking at the stars and planets without any light I noticed a red light through the trees behind the diesel house due west from where I was standing in front of the store. Very odd! It was only about 12 feet up and the light found its way through the trees for me to see. It was 2 to 3 lights or the trees were breaking up the source. Mystifying! I jumped on the 4 wheeler and went down to the beach – went out on the dock and there the culprit was. The red  half moon was setting directly in the bottom of the “pass” that the road goes through the west ridge! The air was so clear that the red moon was bright as could be even at the horizon. Very cool stuff – I think I am seeing Mars every night as there is a bright red planet to the south around 2 am. I’ll have to check it on the web. Its so red that I assume its Mars though.

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Last picture is another at the beach of the clouds and the beautiful Canadian Flag stretched by the small nor’westerly. Its a light rainy day but I may still have a drink down by the beach later…

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!

 

The Tao…

Of Sportsmen’s camp.

You can never get anything done on your list of things to accomplish cause you see things you want to fix on the way! And unexpected pleasures too. I was going to stain the beach chairs and finish the repairs on the pizza oven. The installation of the the rebuilt jet pump (I did the rebuild) and by-pass system for the submersible was completed yesterday. I was only drenched a couple times! So I was going to enjoy the sunny warm day with an easy list today. The Evil one suggested that I sweep out and clean up the showers today on the way. So as I was sweeping out the showers I noticed that there was some rot on the entry way to the shower and the floor under the drainage grate outside of the shower was in shit shape. So I ripped out the floor and sistered some new floor joists and refloored it. I also ripped off the rotting fascia and replaced it and put new tile on it. The tile glue is curing tonight and I will grout it tomorrow.

Needless to say I didn’t get to the easy list. But since we are in conservation mode (no power) I did all the cutting for the lumber with hand tools inclusive of the plywood and paneling pieces. With cross cut and rip saws. This was very fun for me as I was taught by my favorite Uncle Edward how to efficiently, accurately and quickly use a properly set hand saw. It was like he was with me saying “Mark your line jack – no heavier than that on the line – now work the saw down the line – dig the heel of the saw into the line on the downswing eating up the line to direct your cut using a shallow angle – blow the saw dust off or you’ll loose your way – yes yes like that but don’t force the saw let ride on its way it’ll do the work not you – just coax it yeah you got it – no too hard the saw will bind – get a rhythm and follow it….” Yes he was a great man and an artisan in wood. This man made a living as a pattern maker for metal casting forms – this requires a master pattern maker to work in thousandths of an inch in wood! Excess metal on castings require vastly more machining to get them to specification. Aside from this he was a philosopher, cosmologist, naturalist, gentle man and lets just say he was a giant in a land of midgets. He gave me a box of books when I became a “cognizant human being” saying “Read these, if you haven’t already, they will stand you in good stead”. The books included eastern philosophy, atheism, big bang cosmology (before it was accepted) ground breaking science fiction, naturalist methodology, Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring and so many other seminal works. The work proceeded well with my uncle’s help today and it was a delightful time spent with him. Needless to say he is missed some 40+ years after his passing.

As I was finishing the work Janet came past after collecting the plastic from cabin 10 and cleaning. I was informed that she and Kevin would be down at the beach in minutes with a drink. I told her I would soon follow. And I did. Along with a delightful gin and tonic laced nicely with Hendrix Gin. We sat on the beach with no bugs as the slight  northerly breeze came off the lake bringing us life’s air of mother Firth.

Is this heaven?

yeah, I think it is.

This Just In…

During a Camp Zoom Meeting last Friday, Sportsmen’s Camp had a concert on the beach just like Woodstock! Except that there were very few attendees and there was only one headliner artist and that it wasn’t on a farm in New York and that the weather was beautiful and that there were numerous sighting’s of wildlife and well … on second though it maybe shouldn’t be compared to Woodstock. It probably had nothing in common with Woodstock at all but I digress.

The concert will be posted on Facebook this coming Tuesday at 7 PM. “The Evil One” will also host it on the Sportsmen’s Camp Facebook page. It should be viewable after the posting at any time. I will be fabulous and I can state categorically that Baby Shark wasn’t played.

Be there or be square!

Lately It Occurs To Me…

What a long strange trip its been!

Yes dear reader we are here at Sportsmen’s Camp. We are open and poised for the crush of business clamoring to stampede into camp overcrowding our facilities. But alas its like a small brown bat flying in massive circles in a well lighted Beaver Stadium.

But there is an upside – I am getting things done and minor improvements that no one will notice. Cool!

So the weather has been ideal. The dragon fly hatch was very successful and the subsequent hot sunny weather provided optimum flight time and appetite. Its a good thing dragon flies don’t have a 7 foot wingspan or we’d be in the menu! The grass when we arrived was suitable for baling and our work was cut out for us there. Everything else looked pretty good. The lake is at nominal levels and temperatures after a spate of low 80’s!

So lets get into some pictures.

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Here’s what we saw as we pulled into camp.

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Kevin is happy to be back but not impressed with the grass!

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The lawn chairs cavorting gleefully at the beach! I thing something unseemly is going on with those two in the foreground!

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Ach! Byler get the scythes we got some hay’in todoo!

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This is an after shot. Courtesy Janet and Lyle Beckett. Get this – Lyle and RuthAnn’s son Tim has a Husqvarna dealership! (Hearing this is one of the few times I regret not having kids!) Tim gave Lyle a brand new gas weed whip with all the goodies! Lyle has has been busy cleaning up the high grass in camp all week!

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My day lilies have just begun to bloom and its going to be a very big year! My 3 year old lilies that I personally hybridized (Ying also participated in some biological artistry one afternoon) are going to bloom this year and I wait on baited breath considering the fabulous results of my crosses! Another exiting (Janet may differ on this) daylily development is that a plant in my two year old class of hybrids is setting buds to bloom! This sort of precociousness is a high quality…..

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Some of Joan’s fabulous Asiatic lilies.

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My garden, even with the late start, is burgeoning. The Early Girl tomatoes are on track to produce a bushel of the best tasting tomatoes on earth. They get bat guano swept off the patio from under the bat houses only feet away. Perhaps I should move the houses over the garden or vis versa…..

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Not to put tooooo fine a point on it or milk it too badly… but — I have at last retrieved my collection of bonsai from their winter quarters in the ostrich fern copse. They fared the winter quite well under the tender care of the ostrich ferns. They didn’t get a lot of light late in the spring but they didn’t dry out and expire either! Here a a couple of this years favorites – feel free to Yay! of Meh! them Andrew.

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Eastern white cedar training to be a coastal redwood simile.

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Local alder is surprisingly good bonsai material. This choice specimen is only about 7 years old but shows the character and grace of an ancient apple tree in an abandoned Appalachian orchard planted by Johnny Appleseed. Some time its helps to squint your eyes to a blur too.

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And here it is the one that everyone has been waiting for….. Meh!

We had a long zoom meeting last eve with most of the Baxter Poczik Colombi clan and had a great time. And there was a Sportsmen’s Camp live aid concert recorded on the beach. Watch for streaming times posted on The Evil One’s facebook page.

Is this heaven? Yeah it has to be…. cause no one is here….but why am I here…Dammit yeah its heaven don’t over-think it.

Bugging Out

Its tough leaving when you are enjoying everyday and see more things to get done every day. Then you get a miserable cold day and you get to “hunker” down inside watching the drizzle and sleet get blown around the house – stoking the wood burning stove as the mercury rises to shorts temperature! Doggies love going out to take care of business and take a cold run over to the public landing then back soaking up the glorious heat in front of the wood stove. I do pretty much the same thing. The Evil One is able to continue cleaning up her tasks inside but I get delayed. Oh well, my back could use a small respite. I also get to take care of some detail things on the kitchen.

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The facing hasn’t yet been applied to the framing in this picture. It still looks pretty good to me and using it daily reminds us of the good decisions The Evil One made for what might seem as small changes.

The Evil one finally finishes her closing list and decides to take off. Cool! Me an Kevy can hang for a couple days and run wild!

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It was beautiful and the lake moves right into camp when the docks are away. Then next morning…..DSC00217 (2)YEE GADS! There’s ice on the surface of Bart and Kevin’s favorite drinking source – the mud puddle at the corner of the patio. Time to check the weather forecast! Something evil this way comes Kevin – we gotta bug out tomorrow! We haven’t to this point gotten any appreciable snow but that oversight will be rectified very soon and we have agreed that the event doesn’t have to be witnessed. Besides I have to get home to get my fish  and plants in the house before the Arctic Front hits.

The plan came together quickly and after completing the water shutdown and draining the fluid from the diesel we were ready to roll – at 2 in the afternoon no less! We know in our bones that there is a cold beast just hours behind us but its still hard to get in the car to leave…Do I miss Camp in the winter?   yes*

*That evening 1  1/2 feet of snow showed up.