Saturday, September 3, 2011
Trip to English Island
Since then, four generations of family have regularly visited "English Island" for rest, relaxation and good fishing. The cabin sleeps up to 8 people and acts as a great gathering spot for family reunions. Rich and his brothers have been going up there since they were children so the place holds great sentimental value for all of them.
From there, an hour ride in a motorboat traversing over two rapids is required to reach the "camp" as it is known in Western Canada. Navigating to the island seems to be a family secret passed down to each generation involving directions like "turn left at the big tree" and "right at the huge rock jutting out of the water".
The deck, overlooking the lake and neighbouring islands, provides a great spot to chat with family or catch up on pleasure reading during the day, and watch spectacular sunset views in the evening.
One year it was fascinating to see the skies darken, listen to the thunder getting closer and watch as a massive storm literally rolled across the lake from the mainland. We scurried back to the cabin just in time before deluge began.
There is even one beach which the family has nicknamed "Blueberry Beach", regaling me with stories past forages of bushes bursting with blueberries. After five trips, I have yet to see a harvest of blueberries. We've been either too early or too late.
We've seen plenty of wildlife on the island and in the surrounding areas including loons, bald eagle, a beaver. I've heard stories of past visits where moose and bear have been spotted on the mainline but luckily for me, I've only come as close as seeing animal tracks.
This year we had the eery sensation of hearing a large pack of howling wolves on the mainland. The sound traveled across the lake in such a way that made it sound like the wolves were right outside our cabin. This made the thought of walking to the outhouse at night a much more daunting proposition.
The most unusual sighting was the year that a huge pelican floated right by the island. Rich and I could not believe our eyes when we saw it. We could not fathom where it had come from or where it was headed, but at that moment, it was content to just bob up and down about 50ft away from us.