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2006 Cabin Trip
Pictorial
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On June 4, 2006, I decided to take a
trip to an old fishing hole to see if anything has changed... yes
and no.

Looking West, this is Hwy 13 going over Hwy 8 just West of
Prentice.

Big sign for 137 people.

Cleaner but looks the same, main street in Hawkins.

Ditto.

Not a little shop any more. Probably 7-8 city blocks in size.

Hawkins quicky-mart. I doubt if Habib is inside.

Starting up M, no more log road bumps.
There was a sign on the corner that I should have taken a picture of
that said "LIVE BAIT - 24 HOUR" with an arrow pointing north on M.

The bridge over Skinner Creek.
I didn't see Bernice's grocery on the way?

Sign entering Ed n Mary's place.

The road, Ed planted those pines and I remember when I could see
over them.

Where the house used to be.

Barn, gone.

Turned onto road to the reservoir.

Met Ace and his master on the way in. They were canoeing and
swimming. Among other things, he helped put out the fire that
burned down Bernice's and worked for the contractor that built the
new house where it was. We talked for over 30 minutes.
He said it was neat talking to someone that could remember times way
back when, geesh.

Remember when these little pines finally got big enough to scrape
the jeep on the way by?

Ditto, first glimpse.

From the firepit.

From the firepit.

From the firepit.

From the firepit.

The DNR placed this by the spillway. Click on the photo to
read it.


I still got it. The pike is not as big as it looks. I
caught 2 more and lost another 3, probably all about the size of
this one.

From the dam.

The dam.




Back on M heading towards Skinner Creek road looking towards the
reservoir from the creek.

The sign.

Getting closer.

The old hunting road across from Skinner Creek Road, most of it is a
snowmobile trail.


Turning onto the road. Around the corner is the road that goes
straight into the woods that they use to quail hunt now.
Also a snowmobile trail now.

Early in the year so still pretty smooth.

Cough, cough.

The Polish Boys road is gone.

Gubderson's is still there and looks nice.

Entrance road to old Camp-doe-dee.

Not bad, no big rains yet this year.

The three cabins to the right are still there but their road
disappears a lot.

The road island in front of Nels's.

Burn's coming.

Watch for deer jumping the car.

This hasn't changed at all.

The old spring.

The cabin.

Some signs left.

A dog house is on top of the old outhouse hole.

They added a proch on the front.

Check out the satellite dish!

No brush in front of cabin.


The little rock.




The islands and sand bars move constantly but the rock is still
there.

Where the pier used to be. The DNR won't let them put one in
or mow to the water.



Leaving now.

Somebody yelled to come to the front.

Henry and Judy invited me in to reminisce. They've had the
spot since 1976 and she remembers picking flowers with grandma.
They never met grandpa. She even had it in her log book that
grandma sold the cabin in '82. He's a retired college
Journalism professor and had one of my colleges up here as a
student. We had hard water in those tin glasses. They
built this cabin from scratch after the other one "fell down".
Spent about an hour there. I didn't see a marble board tho'.

In front of Henry and Judy's.



Goodbye.

Going back up the road.

Getting ready to north on M again.

I brought a little of Skinner Creek Road with me.


Wow, not only toilets, but clean!





These two guys were fishing cats below the rapids.


Ya' think anyone would be stupid enough to climb across this on a
log just to see the other side?

I left here and drove north to Conners Lake and Lake of the Pines
and took the back roads home. The people were very friendly
and talkative. I stopped in the middle of a bunch of parked
cars on the side of the road just north of the Little Falls entrance
and asked some kids why the cars were parked there. They said
that just back in the woods were some cliffs great for jumping off
of, Slough Gundy!!! Do you think beer was involved?
Great escape day. |