Summer is flying by as we have reached the midpoint of July with the full “half-way moon,” all on this same weekend.
The past seven has been splendid along the Trail with both marvelous warm days and tolerable sleeping nights. A couple of well-deserved showers that amounted to just under an inch in the Wildersmith rain gauge extended comfort concerning wildfire danger. If we can just get the rain gods to continue the offerings, all will be peachy for forest dwellers and visitors.
The fruits of the forest are beginning to bear rewards for early searchers. One fellow has been out hitting his secret strawberry patch and has found enough to begin measuring for that initial batch of jam. Meanwhile, a couple gals have made some calls to their prime blueberry heaven and have come back saying that it is still early, but did not get blanked. From what I’ve observed along the Mile O Pine, it looks as though the wild raspberry crop might be a bit sparse, but the thimbleberries could be quite prolific based on the bloom.
Another of our senses has been tapped over the past week or so with the wild rose bloom. The running for the roses is not only special at Churchill Downs but it is perhaps even sweeter in this northern paradise. Get out and smell the roses!
Talk about moments in paradise: A couple Hungry Jack Lake residents shared another one of those goose bump sequences while kayaking last week. They soon found themselves paddling in concert with a loon on the mirror-smooth surface. Guess the handsome bird swam right between them under clear water for the most part with an occasional pop up for a look-see at its floating mates, before fading away for a little fishing action.
If that wasn’t enough of loon fraternizing for one day, at the far end of the lake, they came upon a loon pair who was going through some early training with two new family additions.
Although such experiences were over quickly, I feel certain that these instances will be frozen in their memory bank forevermore.
I can’t imagine that any Gunflint resident hasn’t had at least one red squirrel experience. Most of them are amusing, but occasionally one will happen that raises one’s ire, as well as blood pressure.
Most will remember the writing a year ago spring of a couple that returned from winter hibernation in warmer climes to find the rodents living in the walls of their cabin. A recent tale of the little varmints comes from over on Tucker Lake where the resident seamstress heard a ruckus in her kitchen.
Investigation found her startled to see one of these red guys/gals sitting on the countertop munching from a bowl of trail mix. Point of entry was found to be via a freshly crafted hole in a window screen.
I’m guessing that critter’s nose could not resist the healthy aroma from that bowl of gorp. It is interesting that after being uninvited, the fluffy-tailed scamp made a quick exit out the same hole from which it had came. Those folks are lucky that they aren’t still chasing it around the house, like has happened many times to yours truly in my wood shop.
One of those days to remember happened for the third annual Gunflint Trail Historical Society fish fry fundraiser this past Monday. Upwards of 150 people enjoyed a splendid day and shore-side meal at Chik-Wauk Museum.
The fine eats were prepared by the staff from Gunflint Lodge. Everyone enjoyed the day’s program as one of our Gunflint treasures, Harriet Taus, shared stories about her pioneer dad and mom, Charlie and Petra Boostrom. A big thanks is extended to all the Gunflint community that helped make it happen!
Next big Gunflint Trail gathering is this coming Wednesday (July 20) for the annual Gunflint Trail Canoe Races. Events open at 4 p.m., races at 6 on the waterfront at Gunflint Lodge. Come on out and have some fun in support of our Gunflint Trail Volunteer Fire Department and Rescue crews.
Keep on hangin’ on and savor the rush of summer!