Just down the road from our site is a little gem of a place called Old Woman Bay in Lake Superior Provincial Park. Hwy 17 runs straight past and offers some great views as you come down the hill. One of our locals is featured in the video (as is our kayak). Nice to see Ontario tourism promoting the north.
After weeks of no surf, the river mouth started to pick up a little while ago and some of our staff got out for some good pre- and post-dinner sessions. On July 29, much to the entertainment of our guests, the waves tossed around a few people and allowed for some good pictures. There were also some great rides so I’ve included a variety of photos below to get you all envious of our backyard/TV room.
Our guests loved Ray’s ender. Big hit!
Hi Friends!
We had a trip get back from Michipicoten Island a few days ago, and upon arrival we were told they’d seen an albino caribou! How amazing is that? Albino caribou are very rare, and we’re told this particular one has only been seen a couple times. Michipicoten Island is home to one of the southernmost populations of woodland caribou so it’s no surprise that there were others wandering around as well, but the albino was a lucky catch! Check out the photos below! Sign up for our Michipicoten Island trip next year and maybe you’ll see the albino caribou as well! I’d say that’s incentive enough….. 
A few of us here had a day off together so we took a day trip down the Michipicoten River! Even on our days off we can’t get enough boating….
Thanks to timers on cameras, we got a nice group shot from after our picnic lunch. We also tried to take a few jumping pictures (you know, to show our excitement over our day trip) but those aren’t easy with a timer. The pictures didn’t work quite like we hoped, but still definitely convey our excitement, even if we aren’t airborne.
From left to right: Meg, Chloe, Mirinda, Bryana, Karina
Have fun laughing at our expense. Next time hopefully we’ll all be airborne!
Check out these two shots of the Devil’s Chair. The first was taken in the last few weeks, the second was taken a few years back. Lots of changes happening! The seat is much larger now, and the debris has fallen down into one of the holes. Crazy what happens on this lake!
devil's chair 2011
"old" devil's chair
For this week, our author is Callan Godshalk! Enjoy, everyone!
The lake is full of power
The temperature makes me want to cower.
Not a chance anything could flower
Because in the cold, nothing would last even an hour
However, once you get 5 feet down, the water will not be sour
Because it will be clean
My strength comes from the lake
It’s origins and stories are not fake
Even about the lives and souls the spirits take
The right choices and decisions you must make
Because the lake is dangerous for Pete’s sake
I am connected with Superior connections
From the first day of our OO trip
To the last time we will all takes a dip
And the next time we raise our glasses for a sip
When the waters are rough and makes us tip
Even after Dom and Stacie get in the van and their pants go rip
Even when kids are kids and teachers get terse
So mad some may leave in a verse
And then people will take my purse
And spend all my money
So I can’t buy stuff for my honey
Not even a bunny or a jus of honey
Even when she has a rumbly in her tummy
The lake is awesome
Surrounded by balsams
Full of people that our dumb
And those that are fun
The lake is what makes us get out of bed
And see what the weather god’s have said.
Thanks, Callan! Happy Thursday, everyone.
This week’s poem is from Jake McCrinnis. Enjoy!!
The lake is the thread that holds me together
Like snow or my moosehide moccasins.
She’s everywhere and everything.
My strength comes in some mysterious way,
Some dour, hidden, secretive corner of my soul.
I search for that which I do not ever know.
I am connected to the Lake in some mysterious way.
It is a trot in the dour,
Tangible as slippery driftwood, yet still unknown.
I am connected to the lake in a manner I don’t understand.
She is there, on the verge of my dreams.
Hiding in my heart, whispering from my soul.
My strength comes from rocky coastlines.
It sings from hills ablaze in autumnal glory.
It ripples out from dour water lakes.
The lake is me, I am the Lake.
My spirit is forever entwined with her water
When you think of me, think first of this place.
Thanks Jake! Have a great weekend everyone!
Last night, we were fortunate enough to host a group of 8 canoeists undertaking a project called Trans CanEAUda. Through the spring, summer and fall they are attempting a 7000km paddling expedition from Ottawa, ON to Inuvik, NWT, as a way to raise awareness about water issues in Canada, and to raise funds for the Canadian Parks and Wilderness Society (CPAWS) and the Ottawa Riverkeeper. The group of friends all have a variety of reasons for undertaking the trip, but the common thread is their love of nature. It was awesome to talk to them over dinner – they definitely left a mark on all of us here! Follow their expedition at TranscanEAUda or find them on Facebook. They have a SPOT device with them so you can track their progress for the duration of their trip! Thanks for stopping in. Good luck!
Group shot just before heading out
Trip mascot/leader, Yebo
Heading out the river mouth
Posting these poems every week is giving me lots of different ways of thinking about the lake, and I’m loving it. I hope all of you out in the world wide web are enjoying them too! Happy Thursday!
This week’s poem is by Katie Mumford:
The lake is very big and cold.
It screams power and intensity with its
roaring waves and crashing thunder
My strength comes from within, solely and fully
even in my darkest times and weary hours
there’s always a way to pull that strength
from within the depths of my sore and
aching body.
I am connected to this lake
all its power, attitude, beauty,
and memories.
I am connected to the memories
that connect me back to people
which connect me to myself.
My strength comes from within
It comes from the lake
The lake is Superior.
Thanks Katie!
This week’s poem is by Evan Rogt. Thanks Evan!
Canadian Dreamin’
The lake is a beautiful blonde Canadian gift
Waiting with beer and huge cleavage
For my great American ego to conquer
She sits staring back with her Baby Wawa Blues
Smiling with graceful intent of a deep night
Drip Drop Pound Pound Pound
The rain that so drops and drops and pounds
Puts me to sleep thinking of her shapely supple legs
My strength comes the moment I do
Arriving at present the spot that she sees so fit
I am connected by so many organs to her
Heart, brain, hand, paddle
I am connected by eyes to her beautiful pale lips
Known as granite green stone
By touch to her slap known as bitter cold
By love known as rain
It drives me mad, keeps me down and out
Under shelter
But so Damn connected
The lake is my beautiful Blue eyed Blond haired
Canadian girl
Waiting with beer and a warm bed
Sleep tight baby, rock me tonight Eh ?
