
Upon arriving at the Rock Harbor dock, Ray refueled the boat (22gals. $120.00) while Paul and I grabbed a snickers and a coke. We then got in line for the ride to Windigo. The Voyager left on time. There was approximately 20 people onboard. We made a quick stop at Mott Island, where they made a mail drop, then a stop at Chippewa Harbor and Malone Bay, picking up a few more riders at each stop. We then headed out around the head and into Washington Harbor. The ride was smooth.
We made it to the visitor center at exactly 8pm, and there were about thirty people on hand. John’s wife, Leah, was running the projector. I set up my camcorder and tripod next to her and proceeded to capture the entire one hour presentation. John spoke passionately about the challenges facing the wolves and moose of IRNP. After the presentation, Paul and I hung around until most of the crowd had left and chatted it up with John and Leah. Paul got them to sign John’s book, or maybe it was the winter study report, I’m not sure. You could definitely see in their faces and by the way they spoke, the passion that they share for the island and the wolf-moose study. They stay on the island from April to August and generally stay in western end at Windigo. What a life!
Paul and I headed back to the shelter around 9:30pm. We were just winding down for the night and I was chilling on the picnic table in front of the shelter when out of the corner of my eye a spot a fox near the shelter. I told Paul to grab the camera. The fox walked right next to the picnic table I was sitting on and just sniffed around and proceeded to go around the other side of the shelter. Paul and were right behind, Paul with camera in hand, and I with my camcorder. The fox stayed around the boardwalk of the trail connecting the shelter. He was hoping around and pouncing on something. We couldn’t tell what he was eating but it suspect it was either frogs or some other insects. He then walked right next to me on the boardwalk, sat down and then proceeded to scratch himself. Then he was back to snacking in the woods and eventually he disappeared. We then headed back to the shelter and called it a night at around 10:30pm.
After packing up the gear at Duncan Bay Narrows, Ray and Dad arrived at Birch Island round 11AM. There was a sailboat tied to the dock but nobody was occupying the lone shelter so they claimed it. A park ranger named Dan Maturen was also staying at the tent site just a short way up the hill. He had a few days off and was planning on doing some fishing and leaving the next day. Ray and Dad did a little fishing for some northern pike and managed to catch several smaller fish.
Dad taking a nap in the Birch Island shelter.
Modes of Transportaion.
The dock at Birch Island.
Moonlight shadows.
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