It's owner, Ed Pollock, visited each year. He could be seen on hot summer days, sweeping and cleaning and propping the leaning pines. Ed had a collection of lunch boxes, over 200 he told me once. Ed is gone now. Soon his cabin will be gone from the landscape as well.
Civilization looms ahead.
I can see the runway of Sky Harbor Airport. The little brother to the middle sized airport on the hill in the outskirts of Duluth, Sky Harbor is haven to those who can afford the luxury of flying their canoes and kayaks to far away places. Float planes occasionally go in or out of the airport. This day I watch as a coterie of red Discovery canoes try to determine which way a float plane is going to take off. Fortunately the pilot keeps an eye on the paddlers and there is no mixing of red blood and red Discoveries.