The lake looked purple this morning–the bark on the poplar trees turns purplish before the leaves pop. It’s going to be a day!
Yesterday we opened the shower house and the dining hall–the 2008 paddling season has begun.
Category: Life at Tuscarora Lodge
First Annual Ham Run Half Marathon
We had a great day for the half marathon and 5k races on Sunday May 4th. The sun was out, the runners were cheerful, all went smoothly for this first annual event. I was part of the Transportation Team—I’ve never been part of the organazional side of a run like this. The runners that I shuttled were very pleased with the logistics, surprised that all could run so smoothly for a “first event.”
I had to smile as I watched Mike and Sue Prom, Tom Lynch, Bob Baker—with all the people involved with their radios and their logistics. They were running this with the same procedural structure as a fire incident—of course it ran smoothly, they’ve had LOTS of practice with that! The happy runners were already looking forward to bringing their friends next year….better get training!!! 
http://www.hamrunhalfmarathon.com/results.html
Jana claimed that she and Mike weren’t in a race, they were on a date.
Gunflint Pines hosted the start of the race.
Ice Out
Daniel went out paddling on Round the evening of May 4th and took some photos:
Still plenty of ice at the start.
But he watched it melt as he paddled.
And took photos of the reflections. Nothing like still waters.
Today, only one soggy sponge layer is left out in front of us on Round Lake (10am). Andy and Shelby paddled to Missing Link last night: no ice on Missing Link. The way is clear into Tuscarora!! Bigger lakes are also breaking up—-the ice just can’t hold up against the intense sun we’re getting today!
Gunflint Green Up
I remember last year- Saturday, May 5th, 2007 we woke up ready to scurry around and prepare for an upcoming season when the Ham Lake fire interrupted our busy important plans. Nearly one year later, —we woke on Saturday May 2nd ready to scamper around and help with the big Gunflint Green Up tree planting event in our neighborhood. 2-3 inches of snow were on the ground. OH NO! We had to laugh, even as we sympathized for those who had spent months preparing to make the event absolutely perfect What now???
We were reminded AGAIN that we don’t have all that much control—(how is it that we can forget that, living where we live?—so dependent upon weather, and ice and wind….) We’re like hamsters in a little wheel, our tasks can seem so very significant…and here we were—what else could we do but let it snow?
At 9:30, the people came. Over slippery roads, in the snow. I understand more than 500, people of all ages, came to different sites along the Gunflint Trail.
And we worked, and the snow stopped, and the sun came out. 
Our planting group had to cross a stream to get to our section of woods—we constructed a temporary bridge (my favorite part). Then we scurried around our assigned acres, planting white and red pines.
On Saturday night, when all of the people gathered, it was an extraordinary experience to connect with so many who love these woods. I looked at all of these people who spent their day volunteering in this neighborhood, and I was grateful to be a piece of it. 
It felt as though we accomplished an awesome thing, bigger than all of us, even bigger than the sum of all of us. I was proud that my kids could be part of that. We can hope that in 100 years there will be a legacy for them, some of the 50,000+ white/red pines that we planted yesterday. But really, we don’t have control over that. The experience, the honor to be ingredients of this thing, that was enough.
And we worked, and the snow stopped, and the sun came out. 
Our planting group had to cross a stream to get to our section of woods—we constructed a temporary bridge (my favorite part). Then we scurried around our assigned acres, planting white and red pines.
On Saturday night, when all of the people gathered, it was an extraordinary experience to connect with so many who love these woods. I looked at all of these people who spent their day volunteering in this neighborhood, and I was grateful to be a piece of it. 
It felt as though we accomplished an awesome thing, bigger than all of us, even bigger than the sum of all of us. I was proud that my kids could be part of that. We can hope that in 100 years there will be a legacy for them, some of the 50,000+ white/red pines that we planted yesterday. But really, we don’t have control over that. The experience, the honor to be ingredients of this thing, that was enough.
Bubbly
What is it about Spring? It can’t just be the sun??? 
Great morning!! She found a partner!
You can tell even Denali feels like that Bubbly song.
