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Sawbill Newsletter Archives: June 2001
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6/17/01 - Red and Sis Tabor are back for their umteenth vacation in the Sawbill Lake Campground. They came up here after spending the weekend at Bluefin Bay Resort in Tofte celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary with their family. Congratulations!

Sis and Red Tabor after 50 years of matrimony.

Our last new employee for the season arrived this week. She worked for two days and then trekked to the Twin Cities to register for the University of Minnesota. She is back now and learning fast. Shannon Grace has just graduated from Duluth East High School. She is an experienced BWCA Wilderness camper, having traveled widely with her parents since she was a small child. Welcome Shannon :-)

Shannon Grace

6/16/01 - All is well with the telephone system now. Thanks for you patience if you had trouble on Tuesday or Wednesday.

I just returned from visiting my daughter, Ruthie Hansen, at her new apartment in the Hyde Park section of Chicago. She is continuing her education at the University of Chicago and working. Many of you will remember her smiling face around Sawbill over the last 19 years. She is adapting to city life very well and will be visiting (hopefully) in September.

I also visited briefly the First Congregational Church of LaGrange. This large suburban Chicago church has been a faithful Sawbill client for more than 30 years. It was fun for me to finally put a concrete mental image to a place that has been a part of my life for so long. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to visit any of my many LaGrange friends. - Bill

6/12/01 - We will be down to one telephone line here at Sawbill for the next 24 hours or so as we move our microwave equipment to the new tower. It looks a lot like the old tower. Please be patient as all phone calls, Faxes, credit card purchases and Internet use must vie for time on the old radio system. Other than that, the weather is beautiful here, and I'm looking forward to entertaining myself this evening by climbing one tower and shouting over to the other one.

6/7/01 - In 1996 a fire burned some of the country near South Temperance Lake. The fire traveled southeast, eventually extinguishing near Homer Lake. I went to Vern Lake the other day to explore the burned area. From a distance, floating in the canoe, the density of regeneration struck me. Spring colors painted every nook and cranny. I had visited the same area two weeks after the fire when everything was black or the white of scorched granite. Now, the green under the wispy dead trees was thick, like a mat of curly hair. Near where I beached my canoe, several spruce trunks were stripped clean of their branches by the fire. Stretching long and pointy into the sky, they were stunning, seemed like totem poles erected in mute testament to the conflagration. On closer inspection, I found their charred skin polished. Small seams of old sap laced the trunks. The sap’s various shades of amber embedded in the inky black were brilliant. Nearby, a lone jack pine, completely burned, was covered in fire-opened cones. It looked like a tree in bloom. Fanning out from its base was a sea of small jack pines two to four feet in height. A pair of small falcons, American kestrels, flew around the area perching on dead treetops. Their rapid, shrill calls: “kli, kli, kli, kli, kli” were the only sounds accompanying the wind. As I walked, I came to a growth of aspens suckering up from the roots of their burned forebears. They sprawled like a field of mature corn, and I was soon enmeshed, a bit lost. I exited the aspens and crossed a sloping hill colonized by blueberries. Judging by the heavy set of blooms, it seems a good berry season is in store. The blueberry’s enthusiastic pollinator, the black fly, attacked me, so I headed for the canoe. I drifted with the blessed wind, which felt cool and clean sweeping the black flies from my neck, back to their blueberry duties. I lay down in the canoe, letting the sky pass by. Two bohemian waxwings perching on a dead spruce were hawking for insects. Very high in the sky an eagle was looking around. I stayed in that corner of regenerating forest all day, my senses aroused and brimful. There is so much going on in the woods. What a relief to be among it all. - OB
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