Ed and I just returned from spending a week at a cabin on Snowbank Lake in the boundary waters of Minnesota, 1000 miles from Farm Dover and a few miles south of the Canadian border. Just the two of us in a simple cabin on a beautiful lake with a small boat at our disposal.
It was a very old fashioned week. No TV, no cell phone service, no internet. Instead, we had a phone at the parking lot that only connected directly across the bay to the lodge of Wilderness Bay, ice cube trays that needed filling and twisting to release the cubes, a line for drying clothes, a basket for picking wild blueberries – and seven mornings of waking up early (or late); seven days of tooling around the lake, casting leeches and watching the line sink, hoping to feel the tug of a small-mouth bass or a walleye; seven afternoons to nap; seven evenings to fry up the fish we caught and to watch the sun slip down; and seven nights of falling asleep to the sound of loons with their eerie cries out on the lake.
But our old-fashioned adventure began two days before when we made an afternoon stop in Madison, WI and had a snack at where else, but The Old Fashioned, on the capitol square.
|I didn't even know what a landjaeger was!|
|We stopped for the first night at the old fashioned, but charming, Lark Inn in Tomah, WI.|
|And the second night, we camped a Gooseberry State Park, MN.|
|We stopped along the way for a slice of old-fashioned coconut cream pie.|
|And pulled off the side of the road when we saw this old fashion smokehouse. |
Picked up some smoked trout to take up the cabin.
|At the end of a long gravel road, we pulled into the parkling lot and called for a boat ride over to the Wilderness Bay Lodge.|
|The only vehicle at the lodge: a 1929 truck. Runs great.|
|We spent part of an afternoon gathering wild blueberries in an old fashioned basket.|
|And like an old-fashion gentleman, Ed carried our canoe across multiple portages.|
|I loved having a clothes line. Thinking I may need one at Farm Dover.|
|Caught our dinner.|
|Outside the fish house, showing off the walleye that I caught. The fish cleaning happens inside.|
|The inside of the fish house featured poloroid photos from by-gone years.|
|Ed caught three nice walleye, all in one afternoon.|
|We caught them. Ed cleaned them. I cooked them.|