A fair number of blue waters in the North Country are named Torch Lake or Lac du Flambeau. We trace the name to fishing by torchlight in the times before these times – the days of endless forests of tall pines and canoes paddled by Anishinaabe and Metis voyageurs. We imagine the torches flickering in […]
Babs Young writes: The west side of Torch Lake seems to be warm enough for swimming. The little Ostrander girls have been in and out for two days with no complaints. I’ll wait a few more days.
So I peek in my inbox and there is mail from Katherine. She writes, Was sitting reading and happened to look up and saw a giant pinkish orange cloud over Torch Lake. It was so cool but people don’t use that word much anymore but I don’t want to use awesome so I’ll just continue […]
Babs and her west-side neighbors in Blue Heaven are itching for a competition, and have put up a page on Facebook and everything. I think it's a page. Maybe it's an album. Facebook confuses me. Anyway, they claim - well, what the title says. I await further developments.
Katherine writes: Woke up to a skim of ice on the lake this morning—which by now is yesterday morning, as I am behind on pretty much everything. You will notice that there are no fishing shanties at all. There has been no Daugherty Johnson snow sculpture this winter either. Unsettling, that's what it is.
Late last night Katherine wrote: Had my head buried in my computer this evening trying to figure something out and looked up (and outside) to this, grabbed my camera and stood out in awe and wonder.
April 28, 2014
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