Hi all, Shelagh S. reports a bear on the south end of Hooker Rd. Monday night, it turned over their compost bin and rooted through the findings.
We finally have some loons activity in our corner. Below are a couple shots of a single that was feeding just outside our raft yesterday. Today, Rosie and I floated for about a half hour with a pair as they preened out front. When they finished, they started north and we blinked and lost them. We later rode around the island hoping to see them again but no luck.
Over the past 3-4 nights, we’ve lost 6 saplings between the camp and the lake. This one was the largest at about 3” across, and was one too many for me. If anyone has any suggestions for beaver control that don’t involve sitting up all night, I’d like to hear them.
Here’s my son’s contribution to the critter list, about a 5 footer in a field he was working in outside Tampa. He says he got the shot from the safety of the truck. It makes beavers seem very unexciting, the bear still gets the heart pumping though.
Here’s a follow up from neighbor Richard Hopkins, after Bill P’s land sale clipping. Thanks Richard. Mike
Camp 213 in 1939
We have the second and third lots from the north end of the Columbus Smith subdivision — now known as 289 Winding Way, for a long time before that known as Camp 213. The northernmost lot (now the Schneider camp) was bought in the original sale by Mr. Gaskill, whose daughter Margaret had her boathouse there, as well as the farmhouse over the ridge, until she died about 15-20 years ago (at over 100 years old). My grandfather Allen Hazen bought the second and third lots, partly out of friendship with Mr. Gaskill, who was a business friend of his. Gaskill was the chief forester for the state of New Jersey; Allen Hazen was a prominent water supply engineer in New York City. They had mutual interests in watershed protection. The idea was that if Allen Hazen bought the lake lots next to Gaskill, Gaskill would have a friendly neighbor on that side. Hazen also bought several acres on the west side of the lane leading to his and Gaskill’s camp sites, which we still own.
Our camp was built in 1939, a few years after Allen Hazen died, by three of his six children, one of them my mother. So the camp has been in the family since the original purchase of the land in the early 1920s. Currently the fourth generation are in the process of assuming control of its destiny.
The attached photo, which I found just the other day, shows our camp under construction in 1939. It is very little changed today from the original, except that one room was damaged in a wind storm in the early 1980s and had to be rebuilt.
The shrubs and trees between the camp building and the lake have grown up so much in the intervening 78 years that the camp is almost invisible from the lake, though we can still see out.