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Sawbill Newsletter Archives: August 2000
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8/31/00 - Terrific storms moved across the region during the night. Lots of thunder and lightning, hail and 1.23" of rain here at Sawbill. The winds were moderate though. No trees down on the road this morning. The water levels will be unusually high for the next week or so. It will be a busy day here as the Labor Day weekend ramps up. - Bill

8/30/00 - Today was a beautiful warm day here at Sawbill. Around 5pm, it started to get colder. By 8pm, I had my winter jacket on. Shivering, I consulted the thermometer on the side of the pop-shed: 60. Maybe I should have picked a college in Arizona, or better yet, somewhere on the equator. It felt like snow could fall any minute. I could even see my breath! (When I was in the cooler stocking pop anyway.) -Ruthie

8/28/00 - I received the following email this morning from Dale Coffman:

Hi Bill

...What I really want to tell you is to make Ruthie write more
updates to the newsletter. She has a neat style that is fun to read. When
she learns to trap little critters in the store she will be ready to write
for Outdoor Life.
Hope you and the whole family are well and happy.

Yours
Dale

This lovely letter not only reminded me to update the newsletter (you should have seen me fume when I was away at school and the newsletter went un-updated for a week or more!), but it also reminded me to check my extensive trapline. Mouse traps, that is. I have caught over 30 mice in the crew quarters this summer. One of my favorite parts of living in the woods is mingling with nature and living with the forest creatures, I just don't want to live WITH the critters! So, I set some traps and got started. I couldn't bear to deal with the bodies, so I made a deal with another (braver) crew member to empty the traps, if I set them and checked them. As the summer has gone by, I've come to grips with being a mouse-murderer, and I've started emptying the traps myself. Do you think "Outdoor Life" wants to hear about my mice-capades? Or maybe there's a magazine called "Indoor Life" that would be better suited for this type of article? Hmmmm...

Today was chilly and a little foggy. Very few customers have been in the store or dome since noon, and it's really starting to feel like Fall. It's still a wonderful time to take a canoe trip though: No bugs, fewer people and better fishing in September. The days can get up to 80 just as easily as they can get down to 40, can't they? Ever Optimistic, Ruthie.

8/27/00 - I discovered a few late-season blueberries growing along the Sawbill Trail this afternoon. The tiny berries were dustier and more tart than the early season berries. I'm not sure how many I picked, because I practice the "one berry in my mouth, one in my pail" method of berry picking, and of course I ate from my pail when the picking was slow. -Ruthie

8/26/00 - We enjoyed a moment of quiet between the summer rush and the pre-labor day rush, which now seems to be well under way. Oh well. Soon it will be February and we will be dying for the summer to begin again.

Many of the Sawbill Crew members have left for college: Nathan, Anna, Emily and Laura are all gone for the year. Clare and Carl Hansen have begun soccer practice in Grand Marais, and will soon be returning to school. The nights have begun to take on the particular chill and smell of early fall.

I awoke this morning to a very agitated squirrel clucking away outside my bedroom window. I rolled over, half-awake and squinting against the morning sun. I threw a handy magazine at the screen, and the ruckus ceased. I was just beginning to slip back into sleep when the racket began anew, this time closer to my head and twice as loud. I gave up on getting back to sleep, opened my eyes a bit and looked at the clock. 9:46. I suddenly felt some of the squirrel's panic myself. August is nearly over, the leaves are beginning to turn, I'm leaving for school in two weeks and here I am still in bed! I remember this feeling from summers long past; summers that seemed to last forever, when I felt as if I had all the time in the world right up until the moment I realized that school was bearing down on me, along with winter coats and frostbitten fingers and toes. I promised myself this morning that I would soak up more sun, swim more, wear shorts more, as if I could convince the earth along with myself that it was still midsummer. But the fact remains; it's August 26th. Soon it will be September, and before long, the first snow of winter will cover the dusty pine-needle carpeting of the forest, and I'll be longing for June again. -Ruthie

8/19/00 - The temperature dipped to 40 degrees last night and I noticed a few colored leaves along the Sawbill Trail yesterday. The ripening hazelnuts seem to have lured the bears away from campsites. We've had very few bear reports in the last week. The moose are feeding on abundant aquatic plants right now, so moose sightings have increased dramatically. High water is making for easy travel.

With "back to school time" upon us, overnight permits for the wilderness are more readily available. With the exception of Labor Day weekend, September is wide open for permit availability. It sure makes me dream of a solo trip during the peak of the color season... - Bill

Ed Dallas, the Poet Laureate of Sawbill, does it again with this evocative Autumn poem:

touch of autumn chill
the old buck
lets young ones go first

8/15/00 - Ed Dallas, Sawbill's Poet Laureate, sent this poem this morning:

last campfire
she blames the smoke
for tears in her eyes

8/13/00 - Sunday morning here at Sawbill. There is a chill in the air this morning reminding us that the snow line is moving south every day. A hint of wood smoke smell drifts over from the campground. Some people are arriving to begin their canoe trips, others are exiting the woods and heading for home. Those arriving are hurried and anxious, full of last minute details, and a little irritable. The folks coming off the water are dirty, but relaxed and happy. They move at an unhurried pace, putting off the inevitable return to the "civilized" world as long as they can. They smile easily as they relate the high points of their trip: a moose spotted on a portage, northern lights arching across the entire sky, sunrise across a fog shrouded lake, and the stories roll on... - Bill

8/11/00 - The Consortium XXIV group is pictured below. They have developed many traditions over their 24 years of Sawbill canoeing, including the "grog cup salute."

8/5/00 - Thoreau's necessary tonic of the wilderness is held in a star's reflection on the still of a lake. The blackened shoreline creates a mold that only a few of the tallest trees dare to spill from. As one paddles closer to shore, the trees reveal their individuality. Branches, bark, and needles become distinguishable only by outline. The shades of night contrast each other to give shape, and depth, and meaning. The unplanned light of the stars' dance is stirred with every dip of the paddle. - Frosty

8/2/00 - According to the State of Minnesota, there are twice as many bears in the woods as usual. I'm not sure exactly how one goes about counting bears, but until recently it seemed to us that there were no bears left. Now, there are bears almost everywhere. The Kawishiwi to Polly Lake corridor seems to have multiple bears. They are a canny band of thieves, stealing packs off of portages, unlatching pickup toppers, finagling ropes out of trees and generally making pests out of themselves. The blueberries and hazel nuts are beginning to ripen, so they may lure the bruins away from their freeze dried gourmet diet. - Bill
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