With gusty winds out of the west and temperatures in the mid forties all three of us explored Bogus Lake. It's a small lake (only 17 acres), yet sports a decent population of Splake (hybrid of brook and lake trout). A babbling, cedar and sugar maple-lined brook drops from the northwest shore and meets up with the Kadunce Creek. A paddler along the southern shore of Bogus feels as if they're on the top of the world. The shoreline itself is subtle but immediately drops into a black ash wetland. Bogus Lake sits over 1,200 feet above Lake Superior and yet is barely five miles in distance giving it an odd alpine feel. The big lake looms in the distance from it's southern shore.
True Northerner: 38 weeks and paddling
Judging by the buckets hanging from trees along the sugar bush of Maple Hill sap is still flowing. Wild blue flag iris have sprouted along the lakes and in our front garden. A fox crossed the road during our drive down the hill. Just shy of two tenths of an inch of rain fell yesterday evening.
I recently built some pantry shelving. I continue to sift through the poplar from the winter clearing for "keeper" firewood and figure that I have about one and a half cords stacked. This prompted me into the beginning stages of planning a new wood shed. Anyone wanna come help peel spruce logs?
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