2/6/08
Talked a little bit with the
Old Rocket, AKA Check Lindner, the other day. Regular readers will remember that he was
training for an ultra-marathon, the Arrowhead Winter Ultra. He told me that by
the time this newspaper hits the newsstands, he should have completed the race
on his bicycle, riding 135 miles over 2 days on snowmobile trails. The race
started Monday morning, February 4, south of International Falls
and ends in Ely, he expects to finish sometime Tuesday evening.
I did some research on the
Ultra, the marathon, not the Sno-cat. According to the event website: "The
2007 event was the coldest, ugliest race yet with only 10 finishers of 46
starters...The official temp at the airport during the start was -28F and -35F
at low spots on the trail Monday night." Compared to last year, the temperatures
this year will seem balmy.
And then there is this:
"There will be one race check point serving hot soup and water at a cabin
about the midway point by Elephant Lake near the town of Orr. Otherwise, racers are fully
self-supported with a cutoff time of 60 hours. Each racer is required to carry
mandatory food, water and gear as outlined on the rules page to cover the 3
days and 2 nights outdoors. Participants and volunteers must review the Handbook
information on winter camping, frostbite and hypothermia before entering the
event."
The Old Rocket will be
among 53 who started the race this year. He's been in training, taking a two
day, 105 mile trip across the Lake of the Woods
in preparation for the event. The event is as much a winter survival trek as
much as a race. We wish him well.
I was over at Trapper's place
the other night for something or other. I happened to get there as he was
pouring himself and the Missus some "long-milk". I'm not sure what it
is except his recipe comes from the old country and when he drinks it, it
leaves strings on his beard. I'm guessing that's where the name "long-milk"
comes in. Seeing me, he poured an extra glass and invited me to participate in
their nightly constitutional. Fortunately, a visitor had left some cookies on
the table, by taking a sip of the thick, bitter drink and immediately cramming half
a cookie in my mouth, after three or so cookies I was able to get the drink
down.
The Missus tried to tell me
it tasted something like yogurt, but I told her I'd never tasted any yogurt
like that. Trapper was disappointed in me. He said I hadn't passed that test.
That hurt. The Missus then told me that the restaurants in Sweden all had big bowls of long-milk
in the middle of the tables for the patrons. I said, "that's a good place
for them...in Sweden!" I suddenly remembered I had something to do
at home. Leaving before Trapper had a chance to pour me another glass seemed to
be a good idea.
The other week when was on
my way to do an interview southeast of Roseau,
I saw a couple of deer bedded down in a field.
I've gone that way several times since, the number of deer in the field
in broad daylight has swelled to over 30, some staying within a hundred yards
from the road. Evidently they like whatever is planted under the snow. The deer
look very healthy, and seemed to be enjoying the much warmer weather after the
cold snap. With the light snow cover this winter the deer population should
stay at record levels.
See you next week!
2/13/08
Congratulations to the Old Rocket,
Chuck Lindner, for finishing the Arrowhead Ultra last week. I talked to him
while he was convalescing from the race in Lake Havasu City, AZ.
He finished 9th, not bad for a first time participant in a 135 mile event that is
part race, part survival course. I
didn't know winter biking had such a following, makes me want to get mine
out... On second thought, I think I'll leave it right where it is.
I'll be leaving with Trapper
and David Johnson for an overnight trip to the Angle. I'll be leaving the
PoleCat at home, David will be providing some newer Polaris machines for us to
ride. Expect a full report next week.
Tucked into the week
sometime is, for me, rose procurement day. The ladies call it Valentine's Day,
but for me it means maintaining a 19 year tradition of getting Management a
rose for that important day.
Actually, the process of
getting Management in a good mood started some time ago. When we moved here,
her piano was put on the porch since there was no room in the house proper for
it. When the heating season arrived and the propane bill for a tank fill was
close to 4 figures, something had to be done since heating the porch wasn't in
the budget for a newspaper writer. I temporarily closed off the porch with a
sheet of styrofoam for starters since the old door had been removed some time
ago.
Then came the weeks long process
of removing the old doorframe, prepping the hole for a new door, installing extension
jambs on the new door Trapper's Missus had provided, moving an ancient, half-full
freezer out of the dining area, moving the piano inside to the recently vacated
spot and installing the altered door. I had to build a little cart for moving
the freezer since it was much too heavy to lift or slide. The process had
progressed to the point I was ready to make the big move Saturday afternoon.
Daughter Alyssa made one of
her visits to Trapper's place and described the happenings to them. When
Trapper's Missus heard about the impending move of the heavy objects, she must
have figured Trapper needed some exercise so she sent him over to help. He
arrived after I'd lifted the freezer up with blocks and a wonder bar and slid
the cart underneath. We rolled the freezer away from the wall, moved the piano
into the house and over to its new home. As usual, it lost 3 of its 4 castors
during the move, but we got those put back in OK. The cart worked great, we
easily rolled the freezer out to the porch and maneuvered it into the corner,
then Trapper retrieved the cart while I lifted the freezer with the bar. We
celebrated with coffee and fresh cookies the little girls had made, then he
went back to report to the Missus.
Inspired by success, I
installed the door and wired an outlet for the freezer before I called it a day
late in the evening. Management treated us to a half hour piano concert at
bedtime, I cleaned up the mess the next day. Thank God for little successes.
A big event coming up for
the world...well, the nation...well...the state...well, the county, uhh...at
least anyone within driving, sno-catting or flying distance of the Lake. The Lake of the Woods,
that is, and I'd guess it will be an international event anyway since some of
our neighbors to the north will probably be dropping in on the event. Donna
LaDuke of the Warroad Chamber e-mailed me the other day and let me know about
the annual Fishing Derby on Muskeg
Bay scheduled for
Saturday, February 16. Springsteel Resort and the Warroad Chamber are hosting
the annual fundraiser.
When I heard that the grand
prize was a car, I was interested, even if it is a Chevrolet... I did call my
father-in-law to see if he wanted to come up for the event, he's one that looks
for excuses like this to fish. It was an easy sell, I think the clincher was
when I told him there was a $200 prize for the biggest berbot.
Unfortunately, the vintage
snowmobile races at Strathcona are held at the same time as the Fishing
Derby. Hopefully next year the two will
be held on different weekends.
See you next week!
2/20/08
This is a really tough job.
Just after sending in my articles for
last week, it was a Sno-Cat trip to the Angle with Trapper and David Johnson,
riding some of the latest in technological advancements coming from Polaris.
Quite a switch from the old PoleCat, like riding a magic carpet in comparison
to that. I haven't moved it out of the
shed since.
David was riding his FS IQ Touring.
He'd given wife Eleanor's 600 IQ Touring to Trapper for the trip and had swiped
son Mitchell's new '09 FS Widetrack for me. He must have figured my
considerable girth required a big one. It was comfortable, a great touring
machine.
Eleanor suggested we bring
a compass along. Trapper and I didn't have any and David's was at the Angle, the
macho three of us decided that we'd not need it anyway.
We bundled up in our
multiple layers and headed out. David was in the lead as we passed the Polaris
factory on our way out of town. The blowing snow wasn't much of a problem at
this point. That changed when we got to the lake. Trail markings were somewhat
scant, we bypassed the trail since it headed south to Springsteel and we were
going north. When we got in the vicinity of Buffalo Point, there was another
marked trail but the two experienced guys figured it was too far west. We
crossed it and headed northeast to find another trail.
Visibility wasn't the best.
Since we had no compass and no trail came into sight, we found an occupied fish
house and asked the owner where the trail was. He directed us back to the one we'd
crossed.
The rest of the trip went
well. David is a tough fellow, not too many around that celebrate their 85th birthday
by guiding a 150 mile overnight snowmobile trip. He passed muster as a cook,
steak for supper and pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Lots of deer and birds
around the cabin to watch as we relaxed. Neighbor Tom Kastl came over and enjoyed
breakfast with us.
Temperature at the Angle
was 20 below on Wednesday morning. We'd worn plenty of layers so it was good
riding. The lake trail had been groomed so the trip back went much faster. The
sky was clear so we could actually see where we were going.
When we got back to Roseau, Trapper
threatened to keep Eleanor's sled but we were able to pry his hands off the 600
IQ's handlebars long enough to strap him in the pickup to go home.
As usual, something
happened to Management's vehicle while I was gone. The van stalled on her when
she was coming home. Evidently she held up traffic at a major intersection in
Warroad for a while. She said one of the Transit drivers named Mike helped her
out and the Border Patrol provided emergency lights until Lee Olson of Warroad Motors
came and towed her away.
Trapper, whose second
career has become taking me somewhere in the Chevy pickup to rescue an old Ford
for me, took me in to Warroad to bring the van home. We started up the van and,
while it warmed up, took the opportunity to visit Lake Street Floral, it being
February the 14th. I procured a rose for Management and Trapper picked out a
potted plant for the Missus.
Made it home OK, after a
little sleuthing, decided the problem was a water leak. I'd changed the water
pump a month earlier, a couple of bolts had loosened up and, when the coolant
level gets too low, the electronics don't work properly, causing the stalling
condition.
Management liked the rose,
Trapper said he made lots of points with the potted plant. Thursday night was a
good night at Roseen's corner by all accounts...
Management's parents came
up for the weekend. I'd called father-in-law Paul when I'd found out about the Fishing
Derby, it was an easy sell to convince him to attend. It was harder to convince
Trapper, but he did agree. Anyway, Saturday morning dawned bright and warm so we
loaded the fishing equipment into Trapper's Chevy pickup. Trapper wanted to
bring the chainsaw along to cut a trench and do some trolling but we were able
to talk him out of it. We made our way to Springsteel and followed the long line
of pickup trucks heading out onto the lake.
The folks at Springsteel
and the Chamber put on a great event. A veritable village sprung up on the ice
starting a 11:00, wind shelters of snow, cardboard, OSB and sundries other
items dotted the Derby
area. DJ Terry Olson was emceeing the event. Everyone appeared to be having a good
time, even after the clear sky darkened and a good snowstorm dumped on the
event.
Paul set up the fishing
lines for the two novices, we weren't particularly successful. I did pull in a
small perch but it wasn't big enough to weigh for the contest. The other two
didn't get anything. They said I couldn't count the perch because it was too
small. That hurt. I told them I'd eaten smaller brook trout.
Trapper's Missus was the
big winner, staying at home she won a wildlife camera.
Another week in the great
north, see you next week!
2/27/08
Sometimes a person does
something and has a totally unexpected result. Such is the case with Abby the
dog. I first met Abby at Mike and Kitty's home; she was a pudgy, 4 year old yellow
lab cross that was the family dog. I didn't pay much attention to her, petted
her a few times in passing as is my habit with friendly dogs. The couple were
preparing their Pokegama
Lake home for sale and
hired me to do some work on the place.
In the summer of '07, we
lost our Springer spaniel to old age, however with our move north we weren't
looking to get another dog just yet.
Mike and Kitty were also
good friends. They had to move south to Rochester
last August to a townhouse that prohibited pets so I mentioned to them that, if
they couldn't find a home for Abby, we'd consider taking her. Some time later,
I got a call from Mike that they were moving soon and would I still want Abby?
I said I'd have to talk to Management, if she gave the OK, we'd pick her up. I then
called Management. Kitty is one of her best friends, not surprising that Management
didn't hesitate to say OK.
I called back and this time
talked to Kitty. I said, "We can take Abby. We're heading north within a
few minutes, does Abby ride well?"
She said, "I don't know, she always stays
at home. She does try to get in the car every time we leave..."
We picked up Abby along
with 50 pounds of dog food and a big pillow for her to sleep on. She hopped
right in, by the end of the week, she'd happily ridden about a thousand miles.
I figured she'd be the girls' dog but she decided almost instantly that she was
my dog, or I was her human, whatever the case may be.
She may look pudgy, but she
could easily run 4 miles along with us as we rode bikes so I forgot about a
diet for her. When I come home, she squirms and squeals with delight whether I've
been away 10 minutes or 2 days. While she is inquisitive, she generally stays
put, within command distance. She has a few bad habits, she likes to jump up on
people and doesn't listen if she is chasing a cat or something like that.
Management says that if
Abby is sitting outside the bathroom looking at the door she knows who is inside.
I generally take her with me most everywhere. For one thing, she is so
disappointed if I leave without her. The other consideration is that she nearly
always behaves well, either sitting in the vehicle waiting for me or else just
staying with me as I work in Clayton's shop or log with Trapper. She seems to
have a sense to stay out of the way most of the time. She's also learned to be
quiet around the horses we've worked with at a couple of places.
The other morning, her
desire to be with me was almost fatal for her. I made the early morning trip
for coffee at Trapper's and we decided to measure up his building to figure out
what length material we needed to construct an insulated shop space. Abby and I
went home to get a tape measure, when we came out Trapper and daughter LaRae
were over at the barn. A cow had just had a calf so I walked over there to see
if I could help. I left Abby at the gate and told her to stay there.
Trapper wanted the cow and
calf to go into the barn so we got them moving in that direction. The cow, a
big black baldie, understandably protective of the newborn and not amenable to
being moved. She charged us a couple of times but, using a gate, we moved her
into a chute leading to the barn and LaRae went into the barn to prepare the
pen.
Somehow Abby figured out
where I was and how to get to me, she soon came running out the door of the
barn toward me. The cow saw her and instantly whirled and charged her, butting
Abby and rolling her into the wall of the chute. Abby was yelping, pretty much
helpless. I kicked at the cow, she charged me a little and Abby got up and
headed out of the pen.
We got things calmed down a
bit and the cow started moving towards the barn. Trapper had a bat, I told him
to keep the cow at bay and I would carry the calf into the pen while he kept
the cow away. This did work, after a fashion. I carried the calf into the barn,
but before I could get it into a pen, I heard a ruckus behind me. Abby had
followed us, when the cow saw that, she took another run at her and butted her
up against the fence again. After getting loose, this time Abby hightailed up
to the house. I'm sure it was quite a lesson for the former house dog.
I deposited the calf in the
straw in the clean pen and we herded the cow in and chained the gate. Abby
seems to be none the worse for wear, hopefully a little wiser. Kitty says Abby
is a terrier/yellow lab cross, from her toughness I'm beginning to believe the
terrier must be bull terrier or something like that.
We never did measure up the
building, left that for another day. Abby may not be perfect, but she's my dog,
or I'm her human. Not sure which, but I know her home is right here.
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