Little Trout.

MooseWhizzer Dave wrote:

Keep 'em coming!  I'm really enjoying these!

THE MIGHTY ALGONQUIN PINE

On a very cool and stormy night
Have you ever wondered what it's like
To be a Pine standing  high in the sky
Being never afraid and never too shy
To face the Storm with all its force
The Pine stands straight, direct in its course

And during the Storm the Pine may lose
Branches and needles and other odd cues
But it still stays calm taking this in stride
Swaying back and forth as if alive
Refusing to fall against this power
As if enjoying this hard-time hour

Then sensing its failure and strong defeat
A few hours later the Storm grows weak
To see the Pine still standing high and proud
The top of its head almost touching a cloud
The Storm is sad and heavy with pain
As the Mighty Pine has triumphed again


 

I am booked for an easy trip on Galeairy for the long weekend in May due to some minor health issues.

I plan on camping on one of the Historical sites at the east end of Galeairy diagonally opposite Purcell's Cove.

If anyone in the area wishes to pay me a visit, a beverage of some kind is guaranteed.

Happy canoeing and fishing to all!!

Dave:  IMHO, the eagles after your dad died were intentional.  I believe in the supernatural.  I have met many in Algonquin Park who have met Tom Thomson even though he mysteriously died on Canoe Lake in 1917.  Algonquin Park is a spiritual place.

Total guess...

Mubwayaka Lake?

MooseWhizzer Dave wrote:

Bo - That was great.  I liked it a lot and read it through a few times. 

In keeping with your "sound" theme, I just right now wrote this up (and then edited it further just before I posted...).  Whether it is any good or not I couldn't say, but it speaks to my very favorite sound in Algonquin, and a primary reason I love the place so dearly.  It absolutely blows me away that there are times when you can stand in the park and hear absolutely nothing - while knowing there is life on the move everywhere around you.

Blending In

Sounds abound from day to night
As far as I can hear
Paddle splash and beaver tail
Cackling Jays and chirping squirrels
The soft, sweet White-throated sparrow
 
Wind speaks through trees
Water speaks on shorelines
Rain speckles on the forest floor
Barred Owls shock me from sleep
 
The noise of camp
The clank of pots
The zippers rip, The Velcro tears
The snap of sticks for fire
 
Though the rarest of the sounds
And the reason I return, are
Brief moments, between the wind
When all living things around
For as far as I can think or see
Fall silent in the forest
 
A moment when there is no sound
Though life around abounds
The world is still
And silent
 
And I stand
Still
And I Listen
Unnoticed
Absorbed
Until my ears ring, almost burn
In the total, miraculous silence
Of sky, of stars, of sun, of life
My favorite sound of all

 

 Dave...that was an excellent free verse poem and I loved it!!!

Day trip in to North Tea will give you good fishing for bass and trout.  Many other lakes in the area as well

I drive special needs kids back and forth to school so no ice out trip for me this year.  However once school ends the next day I am on Lake Traverse for Canada Day and another 5 days.