American Caravans

Cedar Point Bald Eagle

I can see Canada from my house. Actually it’s my wife’s cabin, but it sounds better that way. Canada is a little more than a mile away, across open water. About half as far is the international boundary. Crossing that boundary is no crime. Boats do it everyday, all day long. The two dueling coast guards only complain after someone has strayed too far across that boundary. Two shipping lanes straddle this boundary, up bound is in the US and down bound is in Canada. These lanes are plied all day and night by boats big and small, up to 1000’ long. You don’t want to be going the wrong way when one of those are about.

Yesterday, when we were on Cedar Point, we were even closer to Canada, maybe a hundred yards or so from the border. Once in the past the lake level was so low that except for the dredged shipping channels it seemed that you could almost walk to Canada, hopping from rock to rock. In the winter this would be even easier, once the lake froze over.

It used to be easy to travel to Canada. Any American with a credit card was always welcome there. In areas of the border with many islands on both sides, the border patrol had setup special pay phones at public docks, where one could self declare your entry. Then 9/11 occurred and everything began to change. First US customs turned nasty and then soon after Canadian customs began to reciprocate. Now with the Rona, Canada has all but closed its border with us. There is a loophole though that American caravans of RVs can exploit to gain entry to Canada, but still it is sad to see how far the mighty have fallen.

Speaking of the mighty fallen, Mister Red T Rodent Es-squirrel continues to outwit and torment us. He was about, but was laying relatively low. Making only enough noise to keep us on our toes. The rat trap snatched its fifth victim, but not Mr. Red. In frustration I went online to research my foe. Various reputable looking websites offered advice. One totally poo-poo the idea of ultrasonic rodent repellent devices. Another informed me that Red squirrels are the hardest to catch, because they stock their nest with a larder and so are less tempted by traps. Normally, squirrels vacate the attic when it gets warmer, but in more temperate climes could remain. Mostly they advised being subtle when trying to trap them, because once warned, they will become very wary of the trap. Well, too late for that now.

Good night Moon. Good night Zoom. Good night sense of impending doom. That’s all the news from Lake Woe-be-gone.


Momma Merganser and Her Ten Little Ones

I’m copying here what Anne wrote about the squirrel today: Update on the squirrel. It was calmer than it has been and we heard squirrel 🐿 noises. Couldn’t tell if it was outside the roof or not. But alas, no sign when one of us went outside. So I went up to the loft. I didn’t turn on a light, but could see light coming up from the spaces around the rafters. Checked downstairs and confirmed I was seeing the gaps in the main room. Hmm… Not long after this, I heard the squirrel again on the porch side. Was watching from the main room, and sure enough, it came out one of the rafter holes near the wall, ran across my corner quilt along the top log in the wall and went into a hole on the kitchen side. So, I’ve seen it run across the loft 4 times and once across the main room.

To this I can add that I re-baited all the traps. I had baited the two mousetraps incorrectly, putting the peanut-butter on the wrong side of the trigger that allowed the mice to lick off all the good stuff, without springing the trap. Hopefully it will work better this new way. The rat trap had been sitting idle, but I’ve put it back into the game too. It already has four mouse notches. One more and it’s an ace. That’s enough rodent reporting for one day.

We dragged the canoe down to the lake and headed around Cedar Point. We saw a Bald Eagle or two or maybe the same one twice. Got pictures too. Maybe tomorrow. We also saw a rock with thirteen mergansers on it. Not the ones pictured. By the time I got a picture of them, most had flown off, but I did capture a few skimming and splashing across the water. Great action shot!

That Woman…

One is not like the others

Two dredges and a sailboat cruised into a bar… Only to find that “That Woman” from Michigan had closed them all down. I’m speaking of the governor around here. The down-state bars have been closed for some time now, but as of this morning all bars state-wide have been shuttered. I don’t know if this edict will actually affect any of the drinking establishments that I have visited in the past, because there is a loophole. If food is served and if food represent a sufficiently large percentage of sales, then they won’t have to close. Not that I care to frequent either type of watering hole these days. Our big adventure was to go to the Brimley post office yesterday for stamps.

We needed to mail the signed contract for a new porch roof. After repeated calls and some frustration I finally raised the roofer by calling him on his cellphone. He satisfactorily answered my questions and I awarded him the job. Mailing the contract made it official. So, sometime this fall the cabin will get a new roof “system.” Because it is a system it will cost more, but should last longer too. I got an inkling of this, when on one of my many calls, I got the roofer’s wife. These two obviously don’t talk, because the first thing she announced was that they weren’t taking anymore new jobs until spring. When I explained my situation and said that I wasn’t ordering a new shingled roof, but a roof system that changed her tune. This system must be quite lucrative, enough to let us jump the line.

We thought that we had heard the squirrel in the loft again, but now I’m not so certain. Anne went up in the loft and the sounds continued. Didn’t see anything, but when she went outside the sounds ended. I think that the squirrel was on the roof. We trapped a fourth mouse in the loft, which seem to be never ending. Anne thinks that we have not heard the squirrel lately, because it has been so windy. This morning it is much quieter and still. She may have something with that idea. Anyway, that’s the rodent report for today.

Anne that other woman from Michigan, got to show off her new quilt to her cousins and garnered sufficient admiration from them validating her sense of self worth. After being somewhat too cool here for the last few days, it looks like we’re due for a warmup. Anyway, it looks like it will be quite the beach day today. Time to step away from the blog.

Superior Sunset

Superior Sunset

Here at the cabin everything is oriented towards the lake. The lakeside porch is called the front porch. I suppose, because it fronts on the lake. 😉 How’s that for circular logic? This porch has a door, but I always think of it as the back door and the other end of the cabin as the real front door. I suppose that back in the day there must’ve been a time before you drive here, before there was even a road here that the only way you could get here was by boat. In that time, it would come naturally to call the lakeside the front.

The cabin faces west, giving us spectacular sunsets in the evening. Morning sunrises are a more muted affair, with the sunlight first filtered through the trees. Mornings here are less a visual than an auditory one. One first hears the approaching dawn through calls of the seagulls on their nearby island. So, it is left to the setting sun to do all of the heavy lifting.

I have not been able to get the roofer to return my calls and answer my questions, so I still have Harry’s check. It has been a couple of days since we last saw or heard the squirrel. Maybe it found a way out? Maybe in a few weeks Jane will find it still inside?