St. Louis River Trail

Out for exercise? Then why drive to the Munger Trail in Carlton. Get off I35 in Cloquet and start your ride immediately. Take exit 349 at Scanlon. There you will find the beautiful new bike trail into Carlton. The Saint Louis River was completed late last Fall.

The Scanlon Park and Ride provides ample parking. The old Northern Pacific right-of-way makes a beautiful corridor to the Munger Trail access in Carlton. The trail has a remote feeling most of the way. In Carlton it safely guides you to the Munger Trail Access

From the 'Northern Pacific Junction' you can cycle north into Duluth or south to Barnum. You can also access the Alex Leveaux trail through Wrenshall and beyond.


Enjoy the Saint Louis River Trail.

The trail parallels the Saint Louis River which you never see during the Carlton to I 35 Segment! When the trail is extended to Scanlon, you will enjoy some fantastic views of the River. Phase two of construction will extend the Saint Louis River Trail into Scanlon.


The St. Louis River Trail follows a railroad spur built by the St. Paul & Duluth Railroad in 1878


The Northern Pacific Railroad started building westward from Carlton (then called Northern Pacific Junction) on February 15, 1870 the same year the Lake Superior & Mississippi Railroad completed the link from St. Paul to Duluth on August 1, 1870.

The St. Paul & Duluth constructed the Knife Falls branch in 1879 north from the North Pacific Junction (later renamed Carlton) rail crossroads into Knife Falls (later named Cloquet) to service a new sawmill built in 1878.

Obstacles in the river south of Knife Falls prevented the easy log driving south of this point into Duluth.

With rail transportation established, the local lumber industry boomed.

In 1888, the Duluth & Winnipeg RR began building northwestward from Knife Falls / Cloquet along the St. Louis River. Traffic from this new line was routed into Duluth over this St. Paul & Duluth spur.

Later the Duluth & Winnipeg built tracks eastward out of Cloquet through Esko and into Duluth via the Becks Road corridor. This project left the railroad short of cash and open to takeover by James J. Hill.

Finally, in 1898, Mr. Hill and the Duluth & Winnipeg built a line parallel to this road bed out of Cloquet slightly to the West into Northern Pacific Junction/Carlton, through Wrenshall looping eventually into Superior Wisconsin. The Burlington, Northern & Santa Fe continue to use that trackage.


On June 15, 1900, the Northern Pacific Railroad purchased the St. Paul & Duluth Rail which originally build this spur into Cloquet.


In addition to the St. Louis River, two logging railroads fed pine to the many lumber mills in Cloquet.

The Minnesota & North Wisconsin built west out of Scanlon beginning in 1899 as the Mitchel & McClure passing near Adolph, Wild Rice Lake, north of Duluth, to Alden Lake, Northwest of Knife River.

In 1904 low water levels in the St. Louis River during spring log drives spurred building of the Duluth & Northeastern Railroad out of Cloquet to Island Lake and later to Rush Lake, Harris Junction and Hornby, north of Two Harbors. The Saint Louis River and two logging railroads brought pine into Cloquet. The Northern Pacific Railroad, over this railroad grade, together with the Great Northern a few blocks to the west, hauled the lumber to market.

A Way in the Wilderness

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A week from tomorrow, which is the Fifth Sunday, my turn in the cycle of preachers in our little Episcopal Church in Cloquet, St. Andrews, arrives. This meditation lays out some of the ideas for a homily.

I have a wealth of material: Mary who anoints Jesus feet. John identifies hers as the sister of Lazarus whom Jesus has returned to his sisters from the dead. I can imagine the immense gratefulness in Mary’s heart.

Luke relates a similar story a woman anointing Jesus feet that he designates as a “woman of ill repute.” The other gospels tell of women anointing Jesus, but his head.

Of course, down though the ages much confusion reigns: Same woman? Different event? A respectable Friend of the Family? A woman of disgrace?

The disgraced woman spin from centuries with Old Men in charge? Might it be a different spin with Old Women retelling the story?

Anyhow who cares! Because of this ambiguity she is a story tellers delight. I will recast the story in a way which forces the listener to question their own judgment about this woman.

My reading during this portion of Lent is the biography of John Newton: slaver, captain of slave ships in the infamous Middle Passage, repentant, Evangelical Anglican preacher, spiritual guide to William Wilberforce who for twenty-six years led the fight in Parliament to abolish the slave trade. Wilberforce succeeded in 1803. John Newton advised Wilberforce to remain a politician in Parliament rather than study for the ministry, convincing him he would be more valuable to the cause of slavery’s abolition as a politician. In 1833, three days before Wilberforce died, Parliament passed the Slavery Abolition Act which abolished slavery in most of the British Empire. Some three decades before the United States!

I impishly delight in the juxtaposition: whore – politician whom we both praise for the great good they bring. I won't go there in the homily, however!

The collect prayer leads further: “God, you alone can bring can bring order to the unruly will and affections of sinners”

It seems to me that we often diminish the outrageous generous behavior of God who deals to so open-handedly with the Mary’s and John Newton's and pulls great good from the jaws of evil. We often say the sinner repented and God embraced them – but seems to me God embraces and then helps the person sort out the evil and good in a their life and most importantly how to respond. Then repentance become possible.

And the Hebrew Scriptures from Isaiah add a wealth of images: “Make a way in the sea, a path in the waters”; “do not remember former things, or consider the things of old.”, “Make river in the desert”, “give water in the wilderness” --- all descriptions of the results of a Mary or a John Newton.

Some of us clutch fast to our evils. Some we’ve done, some we only imagine we’ve done. Afraid to lay the mess into Another’s hands who can help us “bring order to our unruly wills and affections” Others have the eyes of our hearts so closed in denial to the major or petty evils of our lives because we dare not hope God can bring good from acknowledged evil.

Northeastern Minnesota Trails

Soon some of Minnesota's most beautiful hiking trails will join the North Country National Scenic Trail. This trail runs more than 4,600 miles from Crown Point in eastern New York to Lake Sakakawea in western North Dakota.

If legislation passes congress to reroute the trail, the Superior Hiking Trail, the Border Route Trail and the Kekekabic Trail all legendary will be incorporated into North Country National Scenic Trail.

The NCNST, longest of the 11 National Scenic Trails authorized by congress passes through seven staints. The National Park Service administers the trail but primarily volunteers maintain the trail.
I'm not of an age when I am likely to hike the entire 4600 miles, but I have hike portions of the Minnesota Arrowhead trails singled out for inclusion.
Inclusion would be a wonderful reward for the many volunteers who have planned, built and maintained these trails.

To Dust We Shall Return

I was my time in the rotation to preach at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church in Cloquet this morning

A bit of graffiti under the Highway 33 Bridge sparked my meditation for Lent this year. Above and beneath the graphics the artist wrote: "Make a name; life is short!"

Someone young, I suspect, produced this piece of art. I doubt any of us older folk, sitting here this morning, go around town with a can of black spray paint doing art under bridges.

You can see this street art. You will find it on the way to the bar at the old Northeastern Hotel for a glass of beer or wine. By the way it's said the bar at the Northeastern has the longest bar in Northeastern Minnesota made of one solid piece of wood. Of course, I cannot verify that since I have not visited all of the bars in Northeastern Minnesota. Yet! Also I believe the establishment a bit more positive cache than it once possessed.

"Make a name; life is short."

Lent speaks to this advice given in black spray paint.

A phrase from the Old Testament book of Genesis echoes over the beginning of Lent:

Sometimes the King James version seems to give these admonitions more heft:

19 In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground,
For out of it you were taken;
For dust you are,
And to dust you shall return."

Genesis 3:19

As the church imposes ashes on us at the beginning of Lent, we hear these words proclaimed to us: "You are dust and dust you shall return".

The natural question in every human heart: How do we rise above this dust?

"Make a name; life is short."

Rather than this message, Lent and Jesus would suggest something else.

"Make a friend life is short."

"For dust you are,
And to dust you shall return."

We hear this phrase of Genesis just after Adam and Eve have messed up. However, in the spirit of Jesus, I suggest this phrase is more than a condemnation of misdeeds or a warning against sin. We must always read Scripture in the spirit of Jesus: Heal the sick, feed the hungry, comfort the afflicted, visit the imprisoned, give drink to the thirsty and shelter the homeless.

"Make a name; life is short."

Rather Jesus would say: do good while you can, life is short. Our genes, I suspect, drive us look after ourselves and those who would cover our backs. However, the spirit of Jesus calls us look after others. Science tells us evolution programs a bit of altruism into to us to assure our survival. But the generosity to which Jesus calls us requires, as Genesis suggests, the "sweat of your face".

Just as we hear of Jesus in the Gospel lesson this morning, we must withdraw from the noise of our days and the anxiety of our lives and sit for a time in quiet and reflection. Goodness takes work, needs strength, demands courage, requires character. The call of Jesus does not automatically grace us with courage and character.

We can throw seed on ground and some will grow. But to feed our families and our poor neighbors we must till the soil to prepare it. We must pull the weeks, fend off insects, outfox the rabbits, water when dry, and carefully preserved the harvest for winter. Growth may be automatic; harvest requires sweat.

"Make a name; life is short."

Life is short! Fate limits our time for doing good, for comforting the weary, for feeding the hungry, for sheltering the homeless, for healing the sick, for reconciling the estranged, for visiting the isolated, for making peace.

"Make a name; life is short."

Perhaps someone young painted this phrase but what might this young person's parents have painted? Make a killing; life is short. Make money; life is short. Make a fortune; life is short. Guard your own; life is short. Or as bumper stickers once proclaimed: "He who dies with the most toys wins."

We do reach a point where we have enough. But amazingly we find it difficult to give away some of the rest. So from time to time we must review our character and strength so we can practice goodness. In this season of Lent, review your strength for doing good.

The gospel teaches Jesus went to the desert to wrestle with the temptation of greed and selfish. Yes, even Jesus battled acquisitiveness and the lust for power.

Build the pile; life is short.

The news, our radios, our television, our newspapers and magazines, have given us many examples of greed and the problems it causes. Our leaders seek to regulate our lust to accumulate with laws and regulations. Laws may lessen greed but law cannot assure generosity. Character and principle enable generosity. We must cultivate our character and nourish our principles. Do that this Lent!

Paul, a learned lawyer, knew laws can only make men and women honest; it cannot make them generous, kind, compassionate, in short good! Regulations can only control greed; they cannot force generosity.

St. Paul teaches us of this difference. He presents the image in his letters of a child who has not yet developed his character or strengthened the principles which will keep him from evil, from greed. During the time of his youth, a child is protected by parents, by guardians, by teachers. He is controlled by the law. When mature strength of character and the power principle develop, he is no longer under the law. He walks Jesus. This walking with Jesus, Paul calls Faith.

This Lent, renew and deepen your faith.

1 What I am saying is that as long as the heir is a child, he is no different from a slave, although he owns the whole estate.
2 He is subject to guardians and trustees until the time by his father.
3 So also, when we were children, we were in slavery under the basic principles of the world.
4 But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law,
5 to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons.
6 Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, "Abba, Father."
7 So you are no longer a slave, but a son; and since you are a son, God has made you also an heir.

Galatians 4:1-7

We are heirs of God when we do the goodness of God. We are children of God when we display the compassion of God. We are daughters of God when we delight in feeding the hungry, healing the sick and comforting the afflicted. We are sons of God when we promote peace, give water to the thirsty, open doors to the blessings of our society for those we once shut out.

"Make a name; life is short."

"Do good; life is short."

Expressed more plainly, we rise above the dust not by building piles money or mounds of things, not by building piles but by bringing smiles to others.

"Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return." The words call us not just to avoid evil but to turn toward good.

"Make a name; life short!"

Lent suggests requests and enables us to rewrite the graffiti under the bridge on our hearts: "do good; life is short!"

On My Birthday

Each year as February 22 slips by and another of my birthdays, I whisper words of gratitude that my folks avoided naming me after George (or after Owen - my Grandfather).

I could live with the name of my other grandfather: Kasimir -> Charles -> Chuck.

Mr Washington would be 278 years old today. My age doesn't yet approach 3 digits.

The most I gleaned from my parents about the origin of mya name, Kenneth, was, "a friend". Does that mean a friend named Ken or a friend suggested Ken? Oh yes, the name was voguish in '43. Or maybe the News Reels told of a war hero named Kenneth?

Well this Gaelic - Scottish - derived name means 'handsome' or 'born of fire' according to the experts.


Born of Fire: an early photo shows me in the arms of my sailor father, who is going off to war. Fits.

Handsome:
My folks got that correct!!

Alas, apart from the Ken of Ken & Barbie fame, I can't think of any 'Ken' Celebrities!

Bugs in the Woods

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Over supper last week I spoke of bugs in the North Woods with two men of great experience. These men know the woods. They built and maintained hiking trails in the great Minnesota wilderness.

We spoke of wood ticks and deer fly. The ticks can be awful in the spring and June. The deer fly can make late June and July awful.

Deer fly tend to buzz about your head and bite your limbs inside the canoe. One of these gentlemen suggested: Place a band of fly strip around your head sticky side out. The flies which tend to bump into your head will hit the flypaper. The sticky goo will take them out of action.

The other gentleman said wood ticks climb upward as far they can get. Therefore you tend to find them stuck in armpits, your groin, your waist if you wear a tight belt or your hair. He recommended wearing Duct Tape. Place a piece of tape around your collar sticky side out. Make sure your clothes are tucked in well then you will conquer of the ticks.

Here we have two non-chemical ways to control North-wood bugs.

I've not tried them so you will have to take their word for it.

They offered no solution for black flies and knats!

Kowsit Lats

I visited my brew master brother in Houghton Michigan this past weekend. I love a beer he formulated during the recent hops shortage: Kowsit Lats.

Locals say copper miners grazed cows along this road. Time & local accent renamed it to: Kowsit Lats!

Guess the original name!

You can taste this wonderful beer at the Library Brewpub in Houghton.

Find help here!

Kelso Mountain

"Sweet William, Mary Hansen muses in Sawbill: History and Tales, "sometimes the only remnant of an old homestead."

I neared the summit of Kelso Mountain and encountered a rock outcrop with a large splash of Sweet William. This old fire tower site contain other reminders of human habitation: a bear-clawed outhouse, deteriorating cans, an oil barrel mostly hidden in the brush. Probably, the brush leafed out with summer foliage hid even more from my view. Many scraps of civilization this in Canoe Wilderness, but none so beautiful as the flowers. Luckily I visited the site during the blooming season of Sweet Williams.
Rangers burnt the Lookout Tender's cabin to aid return to wilderness but after 50 years the flowers continue to bloom.

During a quiet time sitting among the flowers, I imagined the summer life of Vivian Johnson, who by day watched for smoke from the tower, and by night slept in the small cabin at its foot.

Pot Bellied Stallions

Like a tune you can't stop humming, some phrases you just keep remembering. You like the creativity, the play on words, the outrageous image it paints in your imagination. In addition it may summarize a current battle in your life.

Among such a 'signs to remember' I add that announcing a street dance on First Street in Duluth this evening: "First Street Street Dance featuring the Pot Bellied Stallions". Delightful name "the Pot Bellied Stallions." Googling the internet brings up their web site.

Rumor has it the gentlemen will play shirtless! Not to be missed gals .... (Really? No, just my imagination playing with their title!!!)

Highway Memorial

I present another in the series of curious roadside attractions.

A road trip through the Superior National Forest brought me to this unusual roadside memorial. I found it along Forest Highway 7.

The 'memorial' stands close by an abandoned tavern and other building. near Slate Lake. The 'memorial' consists of an authentic old outhouse with a couple of stuffed dummies. She has a beautiful large glove and a yellow hat. He sports blaze orange socks. The old Christmas Wreaths add a festive, creative touch.

Winter in July

I found myself in Winter, MN on the Fourth of July.

Googling "Winter, MN" will show you its real and point to it on a map.

My GPS unit alerted me of Winter's approach as I barreled down the Stoney River Road in the Superior National Forest. The Stoney River Road lies atop the old DM and IR right-of-way to Forest Center.

Nothing seems to remain of Winter. My gps unit pinpointed the location of Winter between two banks where the old right-of-way cut through a small hill.

A few miles down the road, in Whyte I discovered a large bog filled with wild Iris "Blue Flag Iris" "iris versicolor".
The flowers grew as far as the eye could see. It is impossible to capture that picture in a photograph.

Elys Peak Climbers Parking Area and Trail

Another way to access the Ely Peaks Area in the Short line Park area of Duluth.

The Short Line development died years ago. I doubt many folks recognize the name, except those who read Platt maps.

A few years back a trail led from the Munger trail up the hillside to the tunnel once used by the Duluth Winnipeg and to get around Elys Peak. I found the trail scruffy, It required crossing the active railroad tracks of the DM&IR and trudging up a packed red-clay trail – slippery when wet – to reach the DW&P right-of-way. The trail initially cut across a private field

The land changed hands and the new owners closed the trail. The new Superior Hiking Trail provides more direct access to the summit of Elys Peak, but this new trail would provide a direct way to the old tunnel and base of the climbing wall.

From here another interesting trail can be used to gain the top of Elys peak. It runs beside the tiny stream up the valley which you can see between ‘Elys’ and ‘Peak’ on the map.

You will find the parking area and trail head just on Becks Road, just north of the bridge over the railroad tracks. Some rugged, beautiful country lies just above the old DW&P right-of-way: rock ledges and a pine forest.

Thanks to the volunteers who built the trail.

Retirement Saga – Step #2

My 65th birthday neared. A retirement workshop in the summer of 2007 helped me prepare. I learned that I must sig nup for Medicare when I turned 65. The presenter advised us to sign up a couple months before my birthday.

So in November, I stuck my toe into the bureaucratic waters of retirement. I called our local Social Security Office and scheduled the telephone application interview.

I cleared my calendar for the 1:40 pm call. My cell phone vibrated to life, then played my ring tone. A female voice verified my identity then asked, “Well, what can I do for you, Honey?”

Uff Dah! In a sudden flash my middle age fell away and senior citizenship arrived.

We don’t ‘Honey’ each other in Minnesota so I asked the woman if she called from the South … say Virginia or Georgia. “No!” she answered, “I’m calling from Iowa, just south of the Minnesota border.”

Relief, I spoke with a solid Midwestern Iowan not a gracious, honey-voiced southerner!

The English language has long since lost different forms of address based on social intimacy. The Germans have ‘Du’ for my brother, and ‘Sie’ for my boss. We Americans barely retain the formal Mr Smith for a stranger and the inform first name for a friend. We do however, "Honey” our elders.

I have Medicare Part A now. I obtained a letter from my employer saying my prescription coverage equaled or exceed that offered by Medicare. I received wallet sized cards and documents with my Social Security Number splashed all over them, enough to make an Identity Thief chuckle with glee.

So now I’m ready for Retirement: Step 3.

The pictures come from the Annual Spring Hike my brother and I take each year.

A Winter Blast

Finally, after a week this cold weather is warming; the wind-chills are decreasing.
This frigid artic air swept in clean and clear. I made a couple photographs of the Aerial Lift Bridge yesterday and noticed how crisp distant objects seemed. We have the coldest weather in five years.

City	Jan 13	Jan14
Duluth	-24	-18
Intl Falls	-42	-42
Embarrass	-44	-47

The weather people give this history of the cold air mass which now covers us: “This air mass has a history of temperatures of -62 in Oimyakon, Siberia, and reading near -60 in Alaska. Higher sun angles modify arctic air masses slightly as the move southward so we usually don't get the full brunt of the arctic blast.”

My photographs show broken harbor ice. The Coast Guard has broken the ice in anticipation. We still expect two ships before this season ends and the Lake and harbor freeze. The Duluth News Tribune reports, “The Edwin H. Gott and the Edgar B. Speer were expected, but ice has slowed them down. They are through the Soo Locks and should be out on Lake Superior by now.”

When they arrive, winter will be official.

Back on the Trail

I finally made my first venture out on the cross country ski trail yesterday evening. I skied the lighted Pine Valley Ski trail by night. It was beautiful. The temperature hovered at 15° F. A moon waxing toward a full moon filled the landscape with light.

I went two times around the 2 ½ km. loop.

The holiday season provided little time for skiing, besides the two dogs love running on the golf course, so I used my snowshoes for exercise.

I skied the longer 5 km loop this afternoon under a wonderfully sunny sky. The trail was well groomed and in excellent condition. A green wax for 5-15° F. worked very well.

Alas I think Maggie and Lila will mourn my return to skiing. (Dog are not allowed on the trail.)

Snowed Off the Sidewalks

Two things mark this new year of 2009.

Thirty-nine inches of snow have forced me off the sidewalks and ‘onto the street’ for my morning walks. Some folks clear their sidewalks. However, in the last couple days, the plows have raised large banks which must be climbed to get to the sidewalk. Each winter is the same for someone walking: unploughed sidewalks. This year it begins earlier than most.

Fortunately, snowmobiles have packed down some trails which Lila, my dog, I can use to keep us off the street.

My son passed the diving test on the last day of 2008, December 31st. Now he has his Driver’s License and is ‘on the street’ for a different reason. That event is a milestone of freedom for every young person.

This morning I slept in. I grabbed my snowshoes and took Lila for a walk just at dusk. A quarter moon in a clear sky illuminated the new snowshoe trail I set through the swamp. After a short walk the biting winds forced me home. The temperature started its plunge to -20 F tonight. Winter certainly marks the beginning of 2009.

Siskins and Chickadees

Two types of birds frequent my feeders this winter: Pine Siskins and, of course, Chickadees. I fill my feeders with sunflower seeds. Pine Siskins and Chickadees love them.

The Siskins visit the feeders in a mob. However Siskin culture seems to allow only one bird per perch. Incoming birds try to force the current occupant away. Siskins eat with a lot of waste. I am unsure whether they are careless or generous, providing seeds which fall to the ground for the bottom feeders: squirrels. Siskins eat right at the feeder.

Chickadees swoop in take a seed and fly away to eat it in private. Often I see Chickadees ‘cleaning’ their beaks by rubbing each side on the branch where they are perched. Pine Siskins either have no such need or no manner compelling them to wipe their mouths clean after eating.

The birds who visit my feeders vary from year to year. A couple of years ago I had lots of these Purple Finches.

The first picture shows a couple of Pine Siskins. Picture #2 shows a female Purple Finch (I believe. The last picture shows a male Purple Finch.

Retirement Saga – Step #1

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I begin a series as I observe retiring. Maybe I’ll use this table for the long summer afternoons.

I never lived counting down the days to retirement. When asked I gave my standard line, "I will share my son’s Graduation Party from high school as my Retirement Party. I dutifully set money aside in a retirement account which accumulated along with my Public Employees Retirement Association of Minnesota (PERA) benefits
Of course beyond High School for my son was college. As most people, we didn't have that much money set aide, so work seemed to extend beyond age 66. The current financial melt-down means we have even less.

I attended my 45th high school reunion in the summer of 2006. I was 63 that summer and surprised at the large number of my former classmates who had retired. Only a few continued working. Never before this gathering had I really appreciated the number of folks retiring before the 'official' age.

My father retired early when his the place of employment the Universal Atlas Cement Plant closed its doors. He retired many months before he was eligible for Social Security. He got his pension, but waited for Social Security retirement benefits.

So I must prepare to go where my father had gone … retirement. The realization marked Step #1.

The Heehn House

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I sent this recommendation for my son-in-laws holiday light display: I like this display because of its location – a house on the hill – and there are not bright surrounding lights to detract. I also like the basic star-like color of these lights with the splashe3s of color around the edges”
The display is put together by Mark Heehn at 1915 Moorhead in Cloquet. “My Heehn resisted the temptation to throw in lots of kitsch. Good taste, good location, good Job” For those of you with global positioning systems, here’s the location: Latitude 46.6786, longitude, -92.4979

Spring?

Spring delays!

Normally, the ice melts on the big lake near Ely about April 28.

I wait and worry. Spring delays! It's late this year - 1 to 2 weeks.

My brother and I plan a spring hike along the edge of the BWCA near Ely. We must canoe to the beginning point of this hike. We have an entry permit for Crab Lake on May 5th

He and I will explore some old logging road in the old portal zone between Lake Vermillion and Burntside. Logging occurred in areas of the wilderness in the years before 1978, the so-called portal zones. Some of the many logging roads out of Forest Center near Lake Isabella in the east became part of the Pow Wow Hiking Trail.

The logging roads accessed from the Wolf Lake Road were abandoned. The easements reverted back to private land. You can see a portion of the logging road on the map.

We wish to see what remains of these roads after 30 years.