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30 Sep

Productive Day on the Drawing Table

All color pencil on grocery bag.

Waiting for Breakup

Waiting for Breakup

Ospreyedelic

Ospreyedelic

Squirreledelic

Squirreledelic

Frogedelic

Frogedelic

Night Comes to the Forest

Night Comes to the Forest

Dave "Bird Eye" Stimac.

Dave “Bird Eye” Stimac.

29 Sep

DNR on My Mind

Just sitting down to lunch today when a CO pal called me. He and his PCO were in a restaurant having lunch. My pal went to pay bills and a table of women summoed the P
CO partner over. The conversation, I am told, went something like this:

Q: Do you know a guy named Joe Heywood

A: Nope, never heard of him?”

Q: Really, he writes about you guys and he has this character who has the greatest sex life. And we were watching you two guys and we decided you were probably most like Grady Service.

A. Actually, I’m going through kind of a dry spell right now, but my partner seems to be doing great.

It is said that everyone came close to collapse in laughter.

Last week they went in on a bear hunter and arrived to find a sow and three cubs on the bait. One or two of the cubs went up a tree, Mom and the other one stayed on the ground and mama began clacking her teeth in anger. My pal got the hunters out of their blind and his partner monitored mom and family.

COs and cops are trained to handle the most imminent danger first. So, afterwards, in the calm of the truck,  my pal asks, “What did you see as the biggest threat?”

His partner, a recent combat vet, says, “Well I’ve been shot, so I know what that feels like. But I’ve never been chewed on by a mad mama bear.”

Huh, not a perspective you hear every day. These men and women in green do a helluva job for all of us.

I love these calls.

And now I share some pix from the life of COs when I’m not around. Over.

DNR jet skis

DNR jet skis

First aid on the scene. Yep, real blood.

First aid on the scene. Yep, real blood.

New CO machines being tested, called Quadskis, combo ORV and jet ski

New CO machines being tested, called Quadskis, combo ORV and jet ski

Hardigras patrol, Angela Greenway, Jeff Ginn and PCO Saykham Keophalychanh.

Hardigras patrol, Angela Greenway, Jeff Ginn and PCO Saykham Keophalychanh.

More Hardigras. The command boat.

More Hardigras. The command boat.

Trouble in a crowd like this? Naaah.. Not!

Trouble in a crowd like this? Naaah.. Not!

28 Sep

Summer’s Drawings

DAY 149, SUNDAY, September 28,ALBERTA —  High today, as yesterday will be in the muggy low 80s. Tomorrow high in the low 40s, barely out of the 30s. Ah, Yooper weather at its “temperate” best…. Pictures of picture’s in today’s blog, output for the stint, so far, all in color pencil on grocery bags, which have an interesting texture. Over.

Actual slice of jasper was the stimulant for this one. Done in acrylic on grock bag.

Actual slice of jasper was the stimulant for this one. Done in acrylic on grock bag.

Rockedelic, stimulated by jasper with a picture very much like this which reminded me of the myth of Sisyphus.

Rockedelic, stimulated by jasper with a picture very much like this which reminded me of the myth of Sisyphus.

Birchedelic

Birchedelic

Lichenedelic

Lichenedelic

I like the agate pattern in some trees. This I call Agatedelic.

I like the agate pattern in some trees. This I call Agatedelic.

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Woodchuckedelic

Leafedelic

Leafedelic

Horsetailedelic.

Horsetailedelic.

Limbedelic

Limbedelic

Henry's Raven, from a photo by Henry Kisor.

Henry’s Raven, from a photo by Henry Kisor.

Les Quatre Soeurs

Les Quatre Soeurs

Ford Lake Fashion Show

Ford Lake Fashion Show

Spring Pussy Willows.

Spring Pussy Willows.

27 Sep

Part III from the Keweenaw

View from Esrey

View from Esrey

Log guts

Log guts

Poor tock dump on the way home.

Poor tock dump on the way home.

Twisted

Twisted

Great spot just on the edge of Mohawk. They are not exaggerating about the jams.

Great spot just on the edge of Mohawk. They are not exaggerating about the jams.

Between Houghton and Chassell

Between Houghton and Chassell

Portage Entry Road, south of Chassell

Portage Entry Road, south of Chassell

Beach huntress

Beach huntress

Portage Entry Light

Portage Entry Light

Les Pommes.

Les Pommes.

Another view  heading south to Houghton, not down 41, buy west of there.

Another view heading south to Houghton, not down 41, buy west of there.

Fishing tugs, all in a row. Probably Tribal units.

Fishing tugs, all in a row. Probably Tribal units.

Walking the port.

Walking the port.

Whimsical carving.

Whimsical carving.

Undecided?

Undecided?

Blast of light through the swamp.

Blast of light through the swamp.

Home to  Michigan Tech's Ford Campus. That's Henry''s old mill where they milled wood for Woodies.

Home to Michigan Tech’s Ford Campus. That’s Henry”s old mill where they milled wood for Woodies.

27 Sep

Part Two, Keweenaw Run

Cairn in Copper Harbor Cemetery. Seem redundant.

Cairn in Copper Harbor Cemetery. Seem redundant.

View from the road up to Brockway Mountain.

View from the road up to Brockway Mountain.

Along the road.

Along the road.

Ever smiling.

Ever smiling.

More from the climb

More from the climb

More climbing views and this is the setting of a story for HARDER GROUND, to be published next spring.

More climbing views and this is the setting of a story for HARDER GROUND, to be published next spring.

Loking down from the tippy-tippy top.

Loking down from the tippy-tippy top.

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Roots.

Roots.

Esrey Park

Esrey Park

More Esrey

More Esrey

27 Sep

Photos from the Keweenaw Sortie

Cliff Drive view.

Cliff Drive view.

A view along Cliff Drive, north of Mohawk.

A view along Cliff Drive, north of Mohawk.

Marsh at the base of the cliff.

Marsh at the base of the cliff.

Cliff Drive Hole in the Wall

Cliff Drive Hole in the Wall

Lone pine, hanging on.

Lone pine, hanging on.

Old Cliff Mine poor rock pile.

Old Cliff Mine poor rock pile.

US 41, heading past Mandan for Copper Harbor.

US 41, heading past Mandan for Copper Harbor.

Medora Lake

Medora Lake

Island in Medora Lake

Island in Medora Lake

Color blast

Color blast

More candy color

More candy color

Lake Medora calm by morning.

Lake Medora calm by morning.

27 Sep

More Color Tour Pix

This batch should complete the Cable Lake jaunt.

Looking Up.

Looking Up.

Moose sign 1

Moose sign 1

Moose Sign 2

Moose Sign 2

Moose sign 3

Moose sign 3

Cabin in the woods.

Cabin in the woods.

Little Failed Homestead on the Baragastan prairie.

Little Failed Homestead on the Baragastan prairie.

The road out.

The road out.

 

27 Sep

Week Of Wandering

DAY 148, SATURDAY, September 27, 2014, ALBERTA — This was one of those fly-by weeks, gone in a flash, marked by the turn of the equinox, no more hummers, two wolf sightings closeby, and 750 miles in the Green Streamer. Lonnie just woke up after 10 hours in the sack. I am wearing her out, she alleges.

Tuesday we did an all day local tour, from Michigammee up through Herman and all over the Baraga Plains and such. Wednesday we shot over to the Porkies and Silver City to see our friend Jackie McMullen, bounced our way around the South Perimeter Road and went on south and west to Ironwood for a few hours.

Thursday we pounded the rocky roads of Cable Lake and North Iron county in search of moose, but found only one set of tracks.

Yesterday we were up and rolling early and drove up to Brockway Mountain to have a color-gander there, with stops to hunt agates (we found some small ones), and to sign book stocks in Copper Harbor, grab a lunch, and hit one more mine dump heading back, where we found nada and were too damn tired to do the hammer work. We ended with a stop at the Woodn’n Spoon in Mohawk, drilled on to Houghton, then came down the back roads to Chassell.  Unbelievable weather. Indian Summer: How long till some lumpwad  wants to change that term as politically incorrect?

I see that the feds are now proposing to charge folks a $1500 license for photographing federally owned wild lands. Even smart-phone- pix of the wife and kids. Ridiculous. Been my feeling for a long time that people controlling our national parks and wilderness areas would be most happy with nobody going into the areas. Teddy Roosevelt must be rolling in his grave.

Our rudes are gone. I should explain. We call hummingbirds, ‘rudes, shor for Evinrudes, which is what they sound like when they are at the window feeders or you are sitting outside with them. We had 11 of the little ladies on Sunday, and none since, our count from their arrival to departure ISYN, 32,520. Next year will tell if this was an inexplicable freak season, or, as we surmise, we are located in  superb breeding and nesting habitat. It’s been fascinating to have them around in such plenitude and everyone whose visited has been blown away by the traffic. Ah well, another sign of summer’s end.

Colors up this way area now changing furiously and in some microclimes the colors seem past peak and into the brownout and down to the ground phase. Can’t say if this is a normal color season either, this being our first extended one on this side of the UP. Lots of animal and plant signs of fall coming in. Hear signs down in Kalamazoo as well.

One of the sadnesses of this place (the UP) is how few kids we see up here, visiting with adult guides. It’s almost all grayhairs. Yesterday and our day in the Porkies we saw very few Michigan plates. Almost everyone on the road was from somewhere else. Not sure why this is.  Up at Lake of the Clouds we encountered a small flock of Mandarin-speakers, all of them in flimsy fabric baseball caps,  wearing designer sun glasses, and all carrying fold-up metal canes, all white in color. Looked like a pack of Chinese-speaking blind mice. Eash also carried a back camel for hydration purposes. Given that the distance from the water fountains at the parking lot to the viewing overlook was 200 yards through the woods, I guess it’s possible dehydration could happen, but it seems a little on the doubtful side.  They wer all wearing identical running shoes (I first wrote sneakers, changed it to tennies and changed it again to running shoes; in Europe the shoes would be called trainers.  I’m not picking on the Chinese folks. We saw lots and lots of camelbackers up in Copper Harbor and  saw many of that raw brocoli-for-breakfast crowd of human rabbits on bikes and afoot. Also so many gents in their sixties and seventies in restaurants who keep their baseball caps on throughout the meals. At least the Chinese takes theirs off. Obviously my generation didn’t get raised so well on table manners by the so-called Greatest Generation. Or there is something afoot I’m not aware of. There is no doubt however some kind of group-think sweeping our country, group runs, group walks, group reads, all good things, but why do we have to operate in crowds and not alone? Very strange. It’s as if Americans cannot be out of  contact with others. Isn’t Facebook an extension of this concept? My idea of Hell is a group tour somewhere, even with friends.

Shaksper has been thoroughly enjoying his multiple scent experience of the past week but he is worn out from so much Green Streamer guard duty.

Am not working on final plans for patrols with COs around firearm season. A Saturday start this year. Been awhile since one of those. I won’t say where I’m working until deer season is over and I have photos to share. It is always an interesting time, not the most important time statewide for COs, but for most COs.

That’s the weekly roundup. Now to BUCKULAR DYSTROPHY, Grady Service’s tenth sortie, to be out fall of 2015.

MOUNTAINS OF THE MISBEGOTTEN, Lute Bapcat’s second itteration could not be found in bookstores in Copper Harbor. Lots of copies of earlier books, but no MOTM. Not sure why…

Last night I got an email from a gent from Nevada, (formerly from West Branch MI). he informed me that the cordite smelled by characters on pp 273 and 433 “is not possible.” He explains: Cordite was specifically a British invention used by them from 1891 but discontinued in small arms during WW2. it was never loaded in the .44 mag or the 7.62×39 cartridges.”The smell of cordite,” he continues, “is a cliche with mystery writers possibly started by mid-20th century British ones, but those chaps are the only ones to use it legitimately. He concludes, “Please  substitute the smell of burnt powder or some such equivalent in the future.” Such inaccuracies, he concluded “sets a true gun crank’s teeth on edge every time we see it.

I appreciate the technical input and will look into it an as COs say, take the necessary action. Of course I can’t really do anything until I bet back BTB to my books to see what he’s talkign about and decide what exactly to do. For now his note goes into the errata file. The book in question on this one was KILLING A COLD ONE, not the hardback original for last year, but  the soft cover edition from this fall. I was fascinated by the writer’s use of the term “gun crank,” which is  new one to me and I shall be looking at it’s roots, and may even use this in a future book. I wonder if all “true gun cranks use Britishisms like “chaps?” and if this is some sort of linguistic twist brought on by firearm proximity. And what is a “true” gun crank vis a vis other gun cranks. So many questions.

All from Above the Bridge in Baragastan for the moment. Last night I listened to Baraga  play L’Anse in h.s.  football and my favorite kid announcers were doing the game. I never listen to the games down below, only up here. We have more than a month remaining in our time here and intend to enjoy it to the fullest. Enjoy the photos that follow. I’ll split them into two blogs, rather than one long sucker. Over.

Cable Lake Country

Cable Lake Country

More on the road in. Roads in places are pure cobble and beat hell out of the truck.

More on the road in. Roads in places are pure cobble and beat hell out of the truck.

Not far now, my map reader promises.

Not far now, my map reader promises.

Fallen hive

Fallen hive

Light at the end of the tunnel on Cable Lake Road.

Light at the end of the tunnel on Cable Lake Road.

The road inbound.

The road inbound.

Looking off the road into the woods.

Looking off the road into the woods.

Beauty all around us.

Beauty all around us.

Beauty ahead, beside, behind, and above. Way cool.

Beauty ahead, beside, behind, and above. Way cool.

Closing in on the boat launch

Closing in on the boat launch

Finally the launch and a break from driving bad roads.

Finally the launch and a break from driving bad roads.

Cable Lake in Fall.

Cable Lake in Fall.

23 Sep

Our Wolf is Back….

On the road most of the day for quick color touring. Photos follow. Our wolf was back in the same spot on Ford Lake tonight. Guess it likes the view.

Arvon Pack wolf at sundown

Arvon Pack wolf at sundown

feeder creek

feeder creek

Color in da swamp

Color in da swamp

Intense color splashes.

Intense color splashes.

You know you're up north.

You know you’re up north.

Old homestead. Plan didn't work out.

Old homestead. Plan didn’t work out.

Sturgeon river, upstream of Tibbets Falls.

Sturgeon river, upstream of Tibbets Falls.

Color from the old power room at the Ford Mill

Color from the old power room at the Ford Mill

Cabin in the woods, off Fence Lake Road.

Cabin in the woods, off Fence Lake Road.

Fence Lake Road

Fence Lake Road

Power line on Fence Lake Road.

Power line on Fence Lake Road.

Spurr River

Spurr River

Practicing flyfishing in what looks to me to be tight confines.

Practicing flyfishing in what looks to me to be tight confines.

View of color from Lake Ruth, Three Lakes area.

View of color from Lake Ruth, Three Lakes area.

23 Sep

Seeing Things on the Cusp of the Equinox

Walked over to Ford Lake last night, and Jambes Longues spotted something on a shore and we looked closer. It was a wolf, checking out the lake, about a hundred yards east of us, and we had the wind. Very cool. We love being close to wildlife, even the bears pooping in our yard.

This is on our south shore and this is the first reddish wolf we've seen.

This is on our south shore and this is the first reddish wolf we’ve seen.

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