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I love the "Big V". While I have no great ideas at the moment, I can say that some of my favorite memories come from adventures at the lake. A few weeks ago, I went for a run on one of the gravel roads around our house with my little Border Collie. (Maybe it's important to add at this point that after a winter of couch potatoing, I'm a little out of shape.) My little dog ran up a hill ahead of me barking like mad. I got to the top of the hill way behind her (it's that out of shape thing) and saw her standing between two deer. No - two dogs. No - two timber wolves. I don't know much about wolves but they could have had my dog for breakfast. (It was early.) Maybe it was just my presence and all that yelling that saved her or maybe dog isn't on the menu in the spring. One looked as if it was flirting with her which really surprised me. (I've heard stories about wolves killing dogs in the winter.) Suffice it to say that the wolves went off into the woods and we finished our run. This started out my day in an exciting way. I forgot all about my conditioning. Got home much faster. By the way, in the last few years I have seen wolves every year. It's not uncommon any longer. I see them much more often than bears now. In my young days, it was exactly the reverse.
So that is my latest animal adventure on the "Big V". Last year bats moved into our unfinished cabin. One day there was one, the next there were two. Five days later there were 35. I stopped counting. Happy to say that bats were evicted and have hopefully found other, more appropriate, bat-like quarters. I like bats, mind you. I just hate sleeping with them. You know that stealthy bat-wing sound as they dart around in your dark bedroom?
I love vermilion.I check out "eagle eye" every day and can't wait to get back.Why aren't there more comments for vermilion? I thought there would be tons. Mckinley Park camp, the Tower Hotel and Cafe.Soudan mine tour on a rainy day.I hope the new park doesn't change things too much but I'm glad that it didn't go private.
I just had to look up and see for myself what Lake Vermilion looked like. My Grandfather drowned one winter on Lake Vermilion. My father was born in 1917. He and his4 brothers and sisters lived in a cabin on Lake Vermilion. I have a picture of my father and my Uncle and my Grandmother in front of the Cabin when my father was around 5 or 6. He said HIS father used to walk across the lake during the winter, I think he was a trapper of some kind. But he never returned. So Grandma sent my father (5 or 6 years old) to search for him. My father fell through the ice and my Uncle pulled him out. They didn't find him till Spring. So the the story goes. I was interested in seeing Lake Vermilion.
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