Some of the best memories were: the unbelievably quiet nights except for the
occasional calling of Common Loons, the breeze rustling the birch leaves, and waves
licking the rocky shore; picking wild blueberries and putting them in your
pancakes the following morning; and eating Walleye caught from the lake and in
the frying pan in less than two hours.
One afternoon, a porcupine wandered into camp and swam
across the lake. Another evening you
could hear the calls of Gray Wolves somewhere across the lakes. Overall, wildlife was sparse due to the
immense expanse of thick wilderness – too much space and cover to hide in. I did manage to see or hear approximately 50
new species on the trip.
Many thanks to Bill and Diana Carriger, and Diana Busey for
organizing the trip and letting me borrow their equipment.
A family of Common Loons cruising by our campsite.
This is a timid Eastern Chipmunk that wandered into camp.
Here is a Green Frog. The call of this species sounds like a loose banjo string
This is one of several Red Crossbills that frequently visited our camping sites.
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