Harbor Web In Summer Hiatus
SV Peregrine And Her Skipper Are Roaming The Big Lake
Hope You Are Having As Good A Summer
Laptop On-Board So May Have Periodic Reports Of The Grand Adventure

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Popeye Run Set For Noon, Sunday, July 5th
>Memorial Service For Martti and Shirley Lundstrom on July 10th Obituary
Ellen Van Pelt Dies Obituary
Prime Week At Eagle Harbor Lighthouse Rental Cottage Opens Up
July 18th - 25th (Also October 17-24)
Phone Nancy Clarkson (906) 281-3872

Moose Count Plummets
A New Update On The Isle Royale Moose - Wolf Saga is At The Bottom Of This Page

A May 3rd Walk Around The Harbor
(As usual, click to enlarge.)

Eliza Creek	Cedar Creek	East Beachk
Cedar Cove	West Beach	Harbor Entry
Entry Rocks	Lighthouse

Spring Arrives (03/24/09)
Spring seems to have pounced upon us. And with such gusto! As I write on this late March morn it is still dark, but certainly not quiet. Fierce southerly winds, 25 to 50 MPH, have been blasting across the harbor for almost two days. Everything not properly stowed away or lashed down has found a new home, including my snow scoop, the tarp over the woodpile and various storage containers I carelessly left on the alongside deck. (And yes, much of what’s left of the woodpile has been once again toppled.) The flag pole seems to have developed a permanent northerly tilt, but Old Glory remains aloft (or so it was at yesterday’s sundown), straining at its tether and its badly frayed trailing edge snapping angrily at its tormentor. The howl of protesting wind seeking a path through the big maple out front and around the camp is a bit unsettling, especially in the dark, made even more so as I listen to the sturdy but old maple and its nearly 100 foot tall ancient and fragil popular companion groan as their massive limbs are twisted and bent in the never ending wind. Occasional loud tree cracking sounds really get my attention, as does the rattle of twigs and small tree parts on the roof and front windows. And it’s noisy inside as well with the “wump, wump” of wind up and down the fireplace flue and the constant creaking of this old house’s timbers serving as the rhythm section for the “juice harp” sound of wind playing eerie melodies on the brass weather shields in loose door and window sills. It’s quite a concert!

Winter Ends (03/18/09)
This strange Keweenaw winter is quietly slipping away. The nights are still single digit cold, but the days are now warm enough to stir the maple sap and tempt the crocus to bloom. The once beautiful and bountiful snow, which arrived with such bluster in December and January, piling up 22 feet before the ice covered big lake shut down the lake effect machine, is now only a ragged remnant of its former glory as it cowers in the shadow of rock and tree. It's leaving without much fanfare. No gushing creeks or waterfall cascades to mark its departure.. Just each day one notices that there is a little less. The harbor and lake ice suddenly look tired, turning darker as the warmth of the now climbing high into the sky sun sinks into its bowels. Its surface, until just a few days ago a breathtaking vast display of smooth and shining white, is now wrinkling, and evidencing the muddied crust of aging. When the inevitable winds and rain of approaching spring arrive, the ice will quickly and quietly disappear, sinking into the waters of it's birth. Then the waves will return, once again stirring life into the long sleeping sand and cobblestone beaches, and we'll know another of our uniquely beautiful and boisterous winters has ended.

A Harbor Journal
(Work In Progress)