Six million Harleys and 80 billion people descended on our little town for Harley fest a few weeks ago, and it was enough to make me (and the blog) go on a little hiatus for a while.
The cabin you see here is a twenty minute flight by sea plane from Minaki, Canada and once there, you feel like you are a million miles from anything. There is no phone, no internet, and no TV. The cabin electricity is powered by solar panels; heat and hot water come courtesy of propane.
The silence of the day may be interrupted by a gentle breeze blowing across the cool Canadian waters, and the eerie quiet of the night is sometimes shattered by the lone cry of a Common Loon.
It is the perfect place to recharge your personal batteries.
But one can sit and enjoy the tranquility only so long before getting the itch to hit the water in search of a trophy fish- or at least something to grace your plate for dinner.
Here are some prime examples of the fish we caught.
It’s obvious who the real fisherman of the family is. My eldest brother (who is going to kill me for posting this picture) seemed to come up a little short in the size and weight category this year. Better luck next time.
But now I am back in Waukesha, back to work, and back to business.
And it didn’t take long for a blog to present itself, so hang in there.
In the mean time, please enjoy some of the more scenic pictures of our trip.
