Christmas Heron

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I spied this clever Christmas Heron nesting with it's family on one of the window ledges of the Dewitt-Seitz building in the Canal Park area of Duluth. Look closely and you can see a brood of herons in the nest.

Clever use of drift wood! The foggy, cloudy days need this bright spot.

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Around the corner a snowman and reindeer occupy another window.

Merry Christmas

Western Lake

Bushwhack to Western lake

In the 1970's and 80's my bothers and I made a number of canoe trips into Western Lake (N 47° 58' and W 92° 10'). This lake lies in that isolated portion of the BWCAW near Trout Lake. We had some of the best Walleye fishing ever on Western.

We portaged the mile from Cummings Lake to Buck Lake and then into Western. Recently my brother and his son tried to portage into Western via the southern route (Lunetta - Schlam - Glenmore), but found too many windfalls across the portages.

This brother and I contemplate making another trip into Western Lake. This time not by canoe, but bushwhacking using GPS units from the end of the Wolf Lake Road. I estimate the hike would be 15 to 20 miles. Aerial photographs show the traces of old logging roads. I am uncertain when these satellite photos where taken. However, Google says the images are between 1 and 3 years old.

Logging activity ceased in this old Portal Area of the BWCA in the 1970's, but I hope enough of the roads remain to provide a path to hike in. Even if new growth has chocked the roads, still I hope they follow higher ground a avoid large swamps and impassible areas.

We plan to make the trek during the first part of May. At this time the snow is gone, the foliage has not yet leafed out, and the bugs have not yet appeared.

Christmas Present

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The snow came early this season. Unlike past years, Northeastern Minnesota has wonderful skiing.

The Magney-Snively Trail located just on the hill above Duluth called.

Notice the wonderful set of Christmas Colored ski poles! I broke an identical set last year.

Patio in Winter

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December 4 and a bad time to spend time on the deck or patio. A heavy snow has spread 'snot' on the streets and avenues of Duluth. This overlay of slipperiness challenges even positraction and four wheel drive.

In winter you should be careful where you park. Sometimes you must scrap off your car; sometime just drive away.



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Remodeling

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We have torn up the entire living area and camped in the basement. I have spent too much time remodeling and too little with photography. To re-establish some balance I have decided to upload at least two new pictures a week this blog: one by Thursday of each week and another by Sunday.

The second picture indicates that we have made progress.

Nor' Easters

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Big Blows:

November 23, 1905:
The peak wind gust with this storm, measured by the Weather Bureau, was 70 mph. there were no mishaps on Lake Superior as most ships stayed in port.

Mataafa Storm, November 28, 1905:
This storm wrecked or disabled 18 ships, including the Mataafa. The Mataafa ran aground just outside the Duluth pier. Temperatures plummeted to -10 degrees F. Of the 24 men on board, fifteen were rescued after the waves abated. Four men froze to death and the last five were missing and presumed dead. The peak wind measured by the Duluth Weather Bureau was 68 mph. The wind gusted over 60 mph in Duluth for 15 consecutive hours.

The Great lakes Storm of November 7 1913:
This storm is historically referred to as the "Big Blow", the "Freshwater Fury" or the "White Hurricane". This was the deadliest and most destructive natural disaster to ever hit the Great Lakes. The storm killed over 250 people, destroyed 19 ships and stranded 19 others. The closest sinking to Duluth was south of Thunder Bay, where the Leafield went down killing all 18 crew members.

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The Armistice Day Storm, November 11, 1940:
The day began fairly warm with temperatures in the 40's. As the day wore on rain turned to blinding snow. Ten death were blamed on the storm, with 66 sailors dead on Lake Michigan. Forty-nine peopled died in Minnesota, most of them duck hunters who set out in the morning unprepared.


The Edmund Fitzgerald Storm, November 10 1975:
This is the infamous storm that sank the Edmund Fitzgerald, which at the time was the largest of the lakers on the Great Lakes. The "Fitz" had just loaded taconite in Superior and was headed to Detroit. Most of her 26 crew members were from the Twin Ports of Duluth-Superior. All perished.

The Socrates Storm, November 18, 1985:
Strong winds of 69 mph and high waves beached the Greek ship the Socrates on Duluth's Park Point for six days.

Record Low Pressure, November 10, 1998:
This intense storm produced Duluth's lowest ever recorded barometric pressure of 28.475 inches or 964.3 millibars and produced gale force winds of 55 mph.

March Blizzard, March 1-2 2007:
This storm brought over 20 inches of snow and winds over 50 mph to the Duluth area, the north shore of Lake Superior and extreme northwestern Wisconsin. Fifteen foot snowdrifts covered Park Point

Autumn Nor'easter

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October 2007



I woke from a light fitful sleep to the sound of rain and rain outside my slightly opened bedroom window. The clock showed 4 am. Lila would not expect a walk for another 45 minutes. Because of the rain and wind, I doubted that we would walk far.
A strong “nor'easter” is hitting the area today, packing heavy rain and wind gusts to 55 mph. ...
Because of the winds, the Weather Service has issued a gale warning that is in effect until 7 p.m., when a small craft advisory will take effect and last into late tonight. Today’s strong northeast winds will create waves of 10 to 14 feet on Lake Superior.

(http://www.duluthnewstribune.com/articles/rss.cfm?id=52461)

The Old Gravel Crib
Originally uploaded by cageyj

The spring and autumn equinox mean little here in Northeastern Minnesota. The gales of spring and Autumn mark the major changes of season.

I walk through the sky walk, periodically passing puddles, with buckets or yellow caution signs where wind helped force the rain gain entry. These winds sink ships and flatten the works of human kind. When we human kind have passed it will be the wind that will hand this landscape we have changed back to nature restored.

(Pictures from the Spring of 2005)

Sunrise

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I rise about 4:45 each day.

The sun rises about 5:15. During June both the Sun and I struggle out bed about the same time.

Our paths out of bed cross most often in June.

So Lila and meet the sun near the river on our morning walk.

Lila Resting During Walk

During the few minutes I have before catching the bus to work I search out a new frame for the sunrise.

SHT in Duluth

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"You don't actually call it SHT!

Do you?"

Even without the emoticon for surprise :-o, the common abbreviation for Superior Hiking Trail amazed the fellow.

He sought information about the trail on the Web a few days back. Indeed we do shorten the name of this most amazing of trails to SHT.

Understand, lest you read no farther, the incongruity between what the abbreviation might imply and quality of what actually exits.

SHT is wonderful.

The Superior Hiking Trail has a beauty as bold as the idea of walking from Duluth to the Canadian Border along the ridges of North Shore of Lake Superior

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The Duluth News Tribune announced completion of the Duluth section of the Superior Hiking Trail. Sam Cook notes, "it’s difficult to imagine an urban setting anywhere in the country that encompasses more natural splendors than this trail does."

This trail demands that you see the true beauty of Duluth on foot just as you must see the beauty of the North Shore on foot.

A few days ago I hiked the portion of the trail from the Grand Portage Trail in Jay Cooke State Park to Becks Road. (Last year I hiked the Beck's Road to Spirit Mountain portion.) This 14 mile burst (7 miles to and 7 miles return) of enthusiasm crippled me for three days.

Actually I added a couple mile by beginning further west up Highway 210. The secretary at my grade school had a wise saying for this. When students appeared at the office without the necessary hall pass, she sent us to retrieve them. She reminded us, "He who doesn't use his head, must use his feet." I added another mile or two checking on two old friends: the Mission Creek Parkway and the Mission Creek Trail.

Backpacker magazine ranks Minnesota's Superior Hiking trail (SHT) as one of the 10 best hiking trails in the country and one of the top 10 in the world!

The 39 miles of the Duluth SHT proves equal to other 246 miles of the trail.

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Unlike older trails built straight and flat for utility, this trails follows the ridges flowing up and down and swaying side to side with the lay of the land. It has no desire to get you to your destination quickly or without exertion but only to deliver you with beauty and the satisfaction earned from toil.

Volunteers designed and built the trail with skill. This should aid keeping it in good repair.

I planned to take photographs of spring wildflowers. That project certainly did not require 14 miles, but the trail seduced me. I love these deep valleys and hardwood clad ridges that hover unused above the City of Duluth.

Find a portion of the trail that suits your stamina and experience the grandeur of the SHT.

Begin your hiking tour of Duluth wonderful green space.

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The SHT crosses two historic trails and ways. I stopped to walk a bit of both the Mission Creek Trail and the long disused extreme western end of the Skyline Parkway. These trails suffer sever erosion and damage from neglect and abuse by off-road-vehicles.

The Ojibway used the Mission Creek Trail long before Duluth existed (I notice a work crew will be organized to repair this trail.)

The Mission Creek road opened as a western extension of the Duluth Boulevard system in 1926.

An article in the November 26th, 1926 edition of the Duluth Herald begins, 'Determination and long hours of labor, even to work with a pick and shovel is finally bringing Mayor S. Snively reward for his dream of a short-cut road from the western extension of the boulevard through Fond du Lac to Jay Cooke state park.'

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Mayor Snively himself frequently donned work clothes, took up a pick or shovel and worked side by side with the road laborers. The road opened in the summer of 1927. The road passed over two railway bridges and entered the Mission Creek valley. It crossed the Mission creek five different times over 'artistic stone and cement bridges'.

The Mission Creek Road closed in July of 1958. It closed because of the disastrous July 1, 1958 Mission Creek Flood.

Two retired Duluth street maintenance personnel from the Far West Tool House, reported that a severe storm on July 1 dumped almost 6 inches of rain on the city. Mission Creek washed out the Highway 210 closing the road in Fond du Lac.The storm washed out two of the lower bridges on the Mission Creek Road. 'The city had no money back then,' reported one foreman, 'so we put up the barricades.' A newspaper report in the Duluth News Tribune called it the worst storm since 1909!

Breath of Lake Superior

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I love Lake Superior!

Lake Superior embraced me in my garden last Saturday. Her breath, that 10,000 year-old echo of the great ice sheet, suddenly touched me at my digging.

After a few warm spring days high pressure and the east wind drove cold temperatures deep inland from the lake.

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The temperature dropped to freezing during the night and barely surpassed 40º during the day. Snow fell. Folks layered on more clothing. Plants paused in their growing. City Hall, where I worked, turned on heat today after a cold day yesterday.

Right now it is colder by the lake 46º and warm at home 66º.

A refrigerator kept at 46º prevents stuff from rotting, turning green or wrinkling. Will this cuddling with Lake Superior keep younger?

Wildflower Photography

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I will spend the season taking pictures of wildflowers.
My new Macro lense (Canon EF-S 60mm f/2.8 Macro USM) captures nice close up photographs.

Bellwort, Uvularia grandiflora.

When trying to identify the flowers I realize that I must take pictures of the whole plant, in addition to the flower. Often the plant is needed to positively identify the flower. I will also try to have my GPS unit available to locate the flower.


I purchased a 1976 edition of Wildflower and Weeds by Courtenay, Booth and Zimmerman. My current copy got wet on a canoe trip. I also purchased a copy of Peterson field Guide to Wildflowers. Even with the two books I am unsure of some identification. I hope to identify the flower at the same time I take the photograph.

The Woods

A Reflection on the Fire

Some call it Brush, others the Bush. I call it the Woods.

I love the woods.

I contemplated this love as I listened to the recent news of a large wildfire at the end of the Gunflint Trail.

I love the Northeastern Minnesota woods. I love its surprises.

Sometimes I enter the official wilderness. Other times I enjoy instead 'the woods'. Sometimes - hiking in a majestic stand of towering pine, these primeval beauties suddenly line up in neat rows. I'm in a Civilian Conservation Corp planting of the 1940s - seemed like a wilderness. I realize these majestic beauties are hardly older than me. Oh yes, a few are older, but they are rare like an elderly man in a Senior Citizen's High-rise.

Other times I will blacken my legs climbing over ancient charcoal stumps. Evidence of fire.

This lonely land can muddle your mind. During time in the Boundary Water Wilderness, I often remind companions this lonely wilderness once served as the superhighway of the North American Continent.

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I hiked to the site of Fort Charlotte at the western end of the Grand Portage. Voyageurs travel it longer than our Macadam Roads have existed. It was a busy place. Now it seems untouched.

A newspaper lamented the fire-burned area as a "wilderness largely pristine but wounded." "In some sections the birch, spruce and jack pine stand postcard-perfect." In other places fire has destroyed the land.

Most of our 'ancient' forests are about 100 years - old. Within 5 years the burnt-land will be a tight-knit stand of saplings. After 20 years we will be able to walk under the trees. Thirty years of now, we will see the 'ancient' forest again.

We lost no life. We learned how to better protect human property. We have begun renewal on another section of the woods and wilderness I love.

Spring Beauty

THE SPRING BEAUTY

Last week hiking in Cook County on my annual spring outing I discovered a huge area of Claytonia Virginica (a wildflower we call Spring Beauty). It brought to mind this story.


AN OJIBWA LEGEND

BY HENRY R. SCHOOLCRAFT

An old man was sitting in his lodge, by the side of a frozen stream. It was the end of winter, the air was not so cold, and his fire was nearly out. He was old and alone. His locks were white with age, and he trembled in every joint. Day after day passed, and he heard nothing but the sound of the storm sweeping before it the new-fallen snow.

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One day while his fire was dying, a handsome young man approached and entered the lodge. His cheeks were red, his eyes sparkled. He walked with a quick, light step. His forehead was bound with a wreath of sweet-grass, and he carried a bunch of fragrant flowers in his hand.

"Ah, my son," said the old man, "I am happy to see you. Come in! Tell me your adventures, and what strange lands you have seen. I will tell you of my wonderful deeds, and what I can perform. You shall do the same, and we will amuse each other."
The old man then drew from a bag a curiously wrought pipe. He filled it with mild tobacco, and handed it to his guest. They each smoked from the pipe and then began their stories.

"I am Peboan, the Spirit of Winter," said the old man. "I blow my breath, and the streams stand still. The water becomes stiff and hard as clear stone."

"I am Seegwun, the Spirit of Spring," answered the youth. "I breathe, and flowers spring up in the meadows and woods."

"I shake my locks," said the old man, "and snow covers the land. The leaves fall from the trees, and my breath blows them away. The birds fly to a distant land, and the animals hide themselves from the cold."

"I shake my ringlets," said the young man, "and warm showers of soft rain fall upon the earth. The flowers lift their heads from the ground, the grass grows thick and green. My voice recalls the birds, and they come flying joyfully from the Southland. The warmth of my breath unbinds the streams, and they sing the songs of summer. Music fills the groves where-ever I walk, and all nature rejoices."

And while they were talking thus a wonderful change took place. The sun began to rise. A gentle warmth stole over the place. Peboan, the Spirit of Winter, became silent. His head drooped, and the snow outside the lodge melted away. Seegwun, the Spirit of Spring, grew more radiant, and rose joyfully to his feet. The robin and the bluebird began to sing on the top of the lodge. The stream began to murmur at the door, and the fragrance of opening flowers came softly on the breeze.

The lodge faded away, and Peboan sank down and dissolved into tiny streams of water, that vanished under the brown leaves of the forest. Thus the Spirit of Winter departed, and where he had melted away, there the Indian children gathered the first blossoms, fragrant and delicately pink,--the modest Spring Beauty.

A Teenager's Bedroom

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I firmly believe a young man should learn to pick up his yard as well as as women.

Hiking in the deep north woods this past weekend, I passed a number of properties which looked like the inside of many a teenagers bedroom: junk and disorder.

On one piece of property a red tailgate with a sticker reading, "This is not an abandoned car!" caught my eye. The vehicle was gone without it's tailgate. However, much else in the area appeared abandoned. I hiked by to see a few abandoned, crude wood buildings, an abandoned truck, an odd machine, piles of rotted lumber and, in the distance, an uninhabitable mobile home.

I suggest we institute some changes. In addition to a good credit rating and a clear title for purchasing real estate, a Certificate of Regular Cleaning should be required. Certification might include a tour of the local recycling center with free coupons issued for the first 100 pounds of junk.

Bottled water containers proudly proclaim, "ME-HI 5¢ CA CRV". In Michigan and Hawaii you get 5 cents. California thought ahead. The California Refund Value, CRV, can increase from time to time. Pick up a few beside the road for a 'free' cup of coffee.

Let's pass a law replacing the car dealer's name on the back of our automobiles with "MN $250".

While waiting for nagging to work, you can close your teenagers door. Closing a door doesn't work outside.

Plum Aroma

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The white blossoms on my golden plum tree popped today. The heavy sweet aroma of plum blossoms fills my yard. Vintners labor to impart a hint of this aroma to wines. Plum perfume floods my backyard at no cost which is considerably cheaper than $20 to $25 per bottle.

The warm weather also swelled the blossoms on the purple plum tree. They should open within a few days. Overlapping blossoms of these two different plum trees greatly improves chances for fruit in September. Last year I had so many, the neighbors each got a large bag. My family could not eat them all before they spoiled. Too many fresh plumbs 'unsettles' the digestive system.

However I need bees or bugs to flit from three to tree with the pollen. Unfortunately news accounts say that bees are in short supply.

Pin Cherry and other shrubs blossom in sync with these plumbs. I paddled my canoe around a small lake yesterday. I saw white puffs of blossoms throughout the woods clearly visible since the trees ad not yet fully leafed out.

However, nothing smells like the plums.

(This morning the shifting wind brought the smoky smell of the Ham Lake fire which masked the aroma of the blossoms.)

Small Public Park

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Originally uploaded by cageyj.

I like trash pickers!

Trash pickers stuff their pockets, fanny packs or a pouch in their hiking packs with plastic garbage bags, especially in the Spring.

The Spring melt reveals lots of ugly trash along roadsides, trails and in public parks. Trash pickers fill the plastic bags from their pockets with this spring junk. They beautify our public spaces. They volunteer what our governments no longer consider important enough to fund.

Glorious weather brought lots of folks out-of-doors. Among them I saw many Trash Picker. I enjoyed the beauty they left behind.

Reflections - A New Hobby

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I tripped over Geocashing this weekend.

I purchased a hand held global positioning navigation unit last week (GPS). I plan hike in the area around Grand Portage up the North shore of Lake Superior. I hope to follow Old Highway 61 to the abandoned border crossing. I wanted easy (and high tech) access to topographical maps.

I discovered that people hide caches for others to find. (Another wonderful use for watertight Tupperware containers.) Web Sites dedicated to Geocaching list caches and allow you to track what you find.

My son and I went to search for a couple locations close home. We found the places easily but discovering the hiding spot took more time. He found the first cache just after we decided to give up.

Combing the listings on the Geocache site, I realize I have walked over, around, or near caches for years without knowing it.

I love the out-of-doors. Geocaching should be a wonderful addition to hiking with my cameras.

Thoughts about Obituaries

Lake Superior
A Bench by the Harbor -


I love Lake Superior. I took this photograph just a few days after our last snow. (We hope!) This bench sits close to the Duluth Aquarium.
I like the peace of this picture. Not a footprint in sight.

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I must attend a funeral this afternoon. The funeral raised these thoughts.

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To be honest, I have entered the Funeral and Obituary Season of my life. Death no longer takes just Uncles, Aunts and Parents, but now cousins and friends.

I should read the obituaries. Mom read them until she died. She called when propriety required attendance at a funeral. Now my siblings and I muddle along hoping to catch them all.

True, newspapers make it easier. I can check the obits electronically. I can sign the guestbook of a friend in Fort Wayne from the comfort of my Cloquet office. Still I must remember to log in each day. Its useless to batch read obituaries a month at a time.

What do we really need? Automatic, email notification. I envision it this way.

I log on to the local newspaper and enter all those names I wish to track. When my cousin's husband, Fred, dies an email will tell me!

Yes, I see some technical problems. What if the family of my friend Dick Smith publishes his name as Richard. I think technology can handle it.


The Obit Notification may give me a number of false positives. It could email me about the Dick Smith who lives in Superior not the Dick Smith who lives in Duluth.

However, better too many notifications than missing an important funeral.

I have not solved one difficulty, however: Competition. Can you imagine graybeards my age at local bars and coffee shops. "Well, I have 56 people who are watching for my death. How many do you have?"

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Ken

Along the Superior Hiking Trail - Presumptions

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We presume lots of things to be 'natural' or true. This quote unmasks the assumption.

"Tell me," the great twentieth-century philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein once asked a friend, "Why do people always say it was natural for man to assume that the sun went round the Earth rather than that the Earth was rotating?"

His friend replied, "Well, obviously because it just LOOKS as though the Sun is going round the Earth."

Wittgenstein responded, "Well, what would it have looked like if it had looked as though the Earth was rotating?"

Quoted in The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins

We always need to wonder what's spinning whether considering the world or the truth.

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I captured this photograph during a 'false' Spring day. Two additional snow storms came later that month. I walked here many times before but a different light and season created a new view.

Taken near the western end of the trail, just off the Becks Road in Duluth.