Category: Life at Tuscarora Lodge

Cheers to the Summer Staff 2013

IMG_1798Here we are—Tuscarora Staff 2013.  It sure has been a good ride so far…..and we are really grateful.  Let me introduce each of them to you.

IMG_1733Kyle came out of his shell during Christmas (in July) when he stepped in as Santa Claus.   I’ve never actually met Santa, but I’ll bet he’s quiet like Kyle for most of the year except when he’s called on to do his part.   We’ve learned to watch Kyle closely at meals, as in—just this noon,  Caleb remarked “Nothing beats Indiana corn” to which Kyle’s eyes shoot a quick glance response “that’s a bunch of malarky…..nothing matches Iowa corn”, then he quickly looked away…without actually speaking one word.  Read it right though, and he’ll always admit it.  When I rode with Kyle on his last “training” run across Sag, it was pretty windy, yet the towboat was tilted just right and never bounced.  I had to ask him exactly how he managed that  perfection…and he just shrugged and mumbled  “yeah, it’s a little tricky sometimes.”  That’s the kind of humble guy he is.  But don’t ask him to eat bass, he’s polite, yet not one bit flexible about THAT.

IMG_1544Amy paddled through a crazy lot of lakes on her days off.  As in; Tuscarora to Little Sag to Gabimichigami to Bingshick, to Paulson to Seagull (that last portage is over 500 rods)—on a DAY TRIP.   And if you’re lucky enough to have been routed by her, it’s likely that she’s been to every single lake—sometime this summer.  All of them.  She was our food packer, all area support person this summer (in more ways than one), and she has us all nodding and smiling at the dinner stories, and saying  hmmmmm and….ohhhhhhhhh…..—just like she does.

IMG_1549Caleb likes to work.  I could just leave it at that, but consider it for a minute.   How lucky is it that we have an outfitting manager who just plain likes to work?  He’s sharp, he’s competent, he’s efficient, and he works. Early in the morning, he works.  At the end of the day, he keeps working.   He’s beginning to build a reputation on the Gunflint Trail.  Why?  Because he works.

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Rachel has recently fallen in love with Lucy—who is so new to the Tuscarora staff that she didn’t even make the group picture.  But little Lucy has stolen all of our hearts (well, except for Denali’s, but she’s working on it).   Rachel is  teaching Lucy about everything.  Because—basically Rachel is our manager and  knows about everything.

IMG_1578                                                                               If you see a young version of ‘Cher’ roaming the Tuscarora grounds, you know you’ve just met Chelsea.  You might also find her chasing wolves through the woods, or sprinting into the crew cabin in order to write down some song lyrics or recipes for exotic sauces and veggies. When one of the staff members is stuck at Trail Center without a ride, I can tell you that Chelsea is the one who will find a way to pick him up.   She’s all about taking care of people.

IMG_1556Elizabeth is a rockstar.  People keep commenting on how immaculate it all is—we owe that to Elizabeth and her staff. During  her days ON Elizabeth is a cheerful housekeeper—, on her days OFF Elizabeth is a cheerful paddler…. she conquers amazing distances with the same zesty spunk.

IMG_1603When Claire works late she doesn’t actually need a walkie talkie.  When I turn to call her, she is right there.  When I get ready to ask her to do something, she’s already doing it.  So I quit asking, and just relish the fudge she makes on her time off.  It’s unbelievably incredible.   Unbelievably.  And don’t get me started on the birthday cakes with peanut butter fudge frosting.  Claire also likes to take leisurely swims around the entire circumference of Round Lake.

IMG_1534Mikey’s name is really Caleb, but we already had one, and that is too many Calebs.   Don’t you think he looks a little like Michael Phelps?  Mikey’s cheerful and efficient about whatever he does.  When he leaves the office, we look at each other and say….”he’s a really good kid.”  It happens over and over again.  Because the truth is….he’s a really good kid.

IMG_1574Mitch has perfected the art of turning-your-mango-insdie-out-to-make-an-easy-to-eat-piece-of-fruit.  It took a few tries, but pretty soon shwwwwoop, schwiiippp, shwaaam!   One time Mitch was on duty, and he picked up a live bat with a garbage bag.  Casually, with a shrug and an apology.   He picked up a bat, did you catch that?   The rodent.  They do fly around here at night, to catch mosquitoes…….which is a noble thing for any animal, but this particular one was dying, and Mitch stepped in and  picked it up to take it out of the guests’ way.   In my book, he gets a permanent gold star.  Forever.

IMG_1570Shelby is the cheerful floater.  You might find her in the dining hall cooking or serving, or working in the store or answering phones in the office, or loading canoes in the outfitting yard.  Sometimes she manages more than one task at a time.   She adds a little sparkle to every part of Tuscarora this year—including this staff blog.   Can you find her sparlkier words?

IMG_1715                                                                         Emily came during the late-July hectic rush and has valiantly stepped up to be trained in everything, everywhere.    She wore her official St. Olaf swim team suit, which might have helped her win the Tuscarora Triathlon swimming portion.  Which she did, and believe me, there was some stiff competition this year.  Real stiff.

IMG_1731Daniel has a ROCKing reputation.  He takes the tradition of packing rocks in unattended staff  packs…very seriously.   He also rocked “Train Train” with Jerry Vandiver this year.  It was awesome.IMG_1633

IMG_1713My parents, Sheldon and Jane have been here a good portion of this summer.    They work really hard around here, cooking, and wiring, and painting and Sikkensing, and fixing chairs and repairing broken widows.  Their biggest contribution is reminding us that, in the end, everything really will be alright.  And guess what?  It is.

IMG_1579My nephew Tommy is resident volunteer and blueberry picking philosopher.   He repairs kevlars, paints the awkward places and fixes tricky things.  He also is always game to go picking with me after hours, and I love our chats.  My heart slows down in the  patch in a different way than it does any other part of the day —and a great memory of my summer will be of Tom calling through the patch  “Milk and Honey”—when he finds a hot spot.

When people of our generation say  “kids these days just don’t know how to work” Andy and I  must fiercely disagree.  Instead we have stories of  young people who not only work for us, they throw their hearts and souls into this place.  We wouldn’t be Tuscarora without them, that’s for sure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Savoring Life

I went for a walk yesterday morning.   It was about 40 degrees, so the fog was on everything, but lifting in the sunrise.  I don’t know how we got so lucky to have September weather the first week in August, but it’s golden.

My heart and head were both swelling, with the details of the day, and with the enormousness of life.  Usually they don’t both hit at the same time.  But on this particular morning they did.

And in the afternoon, a worn out young man trudged up the outfitting steps.  I knew he was coming back early, I had already spoken with a deputy.

Because I’m a mom, I opened my arms to him, and ….probably because  I am  a mom, he stepped into them and started to sob.  I think I could feel the grieving brother’s heart breaking right through his chest.

In another story–one of our Gunflint Trail neighbors who has been picking blueberries around here all his life, went out a week ago, and hasn’t come back.  His truck, parked in his favorite picking spot, is still the only clue.

You know, usually, I’m all about figuring how to minimize risk, avoid death at all costs.   And while that’s a really good point (and I’ll continue to make it….remember, I am a mother to the core)…… that is not THE point.

Here I am on the periphery of all this grief, and it strikes me that the main point has to do with the way we live.  Those fine young men were in the boundary waters because they have always shared a profound love for this place.   And when I’m 82, I hope I still have the spunk and independence to drive my truck up to the BEST spot in the woods, and pick my own blueberries.

 As a witness to this incredible sadness,  I  feel a strange combination of melancholy and reverence which isn’t completely comfortable, but it does feel like my heart is running at full capacity.    I cannot control all of life and death.  It’s simpler than that.  I can look around me.  I can be kind.  I can be grateful for where I live, for who I’m with, and  vow to savor it all for this day.

Frost River Adventure

What do Tuscarora staff members do on their days off? Some of us go fishing; others sleep in or hike on a nearby trail or drive to Grand Marais for time on Lake Superior. And this past week four of us decided to spend two nights and a day off in the best way that I personally can imagine: exploring the lakes and rivers that make up our wilderness backyard. Elizabeth was pretty excited too:

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We decided on a Frost River loop, which started down our driveway at Cross River public access and took us south through Ham, Cross Bay, Long Island, and Frost Lake to the Frost River before turning back north through Mora, Crooked, and Gillis and taking us home through Round. We felt like the Lewis and Clark expedition as we paddled through this relatively remote area of the Boundary Waters.

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Soon after starting on Monday afternoon, we discovered that our equipment pack was a LOT heavier than we remembered packing it. Good thing Shelby’s brother Dan had remembered to slip in one of these rocks for us…they come in so handy out on trail.

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We camped at Long Island Lake our first night and woke up to sunshine, oatmeal, a gentle breeze, and syrup shots (we ended up making a little more than we needed and didn’t want to leave a trace!).

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Once we got to the Frost, it started feeling really Lewis-and-Clark-y. Anything could be waiting around each grassy bend of the river.

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Most often, it was a portage. We calculated that there were 36 portages on this particular trip. They were usually short and around beautiful rapids rushing from all of the recent rain.

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…but we also did encounter a little bit of mud:

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After a day of paddling, portaging, singing voyageur songs, and seeing new places, we found a great campsite on Gillis Lake. Swimming and jumping felt wonderful, and we slept very well that night. It was a perfect way to spend a day off, and we’re excited for our next one! – by Amy

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Insect Wisdom by Chelsea

 

Someone once asked me, “If you could be any insect, what would you be?” I knew my answer right away:

 

If I could choose to be any insect, I would embody the most kind, community-minded, graceful, and conscious of all insects. I’d never bite. My sustenance would not be earned parasitically, but rather by preying on parasites. I’d approach humans only to balance on their frontal lobes as if to say, “Don’t over think. It’s the simple things in life that count.”

 

I’d want a supernatural body that is unfazed by gravity or raindrops. I’d want to spend my days zipping around lake skies at a breakneck pace, dancing out of shear joy. A smile would perpetually be renewed on my face. My dazzling, neon, green eyes would remain wide with wonder throughout my entire life.

 

I’d search forever, looking for others to join me in a sky dance. I’d especially want to find someone trustworthy enough to ride with me on a tandem adventure.  My friends would buzz beside me and with my family behind me we’d journey peacefully all together in a harmonic chaos.
And even though my life would be short, I’d appreciate every minute. I’d take time to slow, to perch on a branch and gaze. Until one day my mortality would be revealed. My scaly wings would tear, preventing me from taking the air, but still I’d fight to get up and find my family again. And if there came a time when I knew the fight was done, I’d close my eyes in bliss and remember a life well lived.
The answer is clear. If I could be any insect, I’d be a Round Lake dragonfly.

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Lightening Strike!

Thunderstorms blow in and out quickly around here.  Yesterday morning dawned hot and humid and even at 6 am you could feel a thunder storm brewing.  The sticky humidity blurred the far side of Round Lake as thunderheads grew in the north-west.  Around 3 the wind started to pick up and distant rumbling heralded the start of the rain.  The wind grew fierce forcing curtains of rain across the lake so dense the far shore was obscured.  Lightening and thunder crashed over head as Denali cowered in the corner.

Within an hour the storm had blown over.  The air was cool again and smelled fresh with the rain.  It was time to play the “what’s missing” game.  The joy and curse of living in a forest is the trees.  Trees provide shade, sing in the wind, and house the birds.  Trees also tend to come down at inopportune times and usually in the wrong place.  Walking around looking at the canopy after a storm, it can be difficult to tell if something is missing.  Yes, you look out the same window every day, but will you really notice when a tree is suddenly not there when it is surround by a forest?

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The first clue was a snapped off poplar trunk.  The freshly splintered wood was white and stood out against the wet dark green leaves.  A dead tree that had been standing for a few years had lost the top 20 feet.  A quick walk about discovered the top had fallen cleanly in the brush and would not need any clean up.  Perfect!

Walking back, a large spruce top was laying across a path.  The top had popped off in the high winds and fallen, missing two roofs.  A small 10 foot chunk, no problem.  Toss it in the back of the pickup and done.

The next problem was a tree across one of the driveways.  Slightly more substantial but a quick chainsaw job and a full pickup load of wood and the road is clear again.

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The more serious report comes from down the road near the Cross Bay parking lot.  A large white pine had been struck by lightning.  The tree still stands, but a long spiraling crack has formed all the way down the trunk.  Chunks of bark have been blown off and charred.  Although not a problem right now, it is a tree to be monitored.  Lightening strikes can start trees and duff smoldering.  The heavy rainfall will prevent flare ups initially, but a few days later when the forest starts to dry again, small embers can ignite new fires.

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We had some guests out in the storm paddling.  The rain was so heavy at one point they could not see the shore of Brant Lake!  When storms like that blow in, it is best to get off the water and hunker down in the safest place you can find.  It is awe inspiring part of wilderness travel to watch storms roll across the lake as long as take precautions to keep yourself safe!