That fire tower installation was one of the neater places that we visited when I was a kid. First there was the road up to the fire tower. It was, and still can be, rough and bumpy and steep. At the top, was the fire tower standing tall & proud but unused for many years even when I was a kid. Towers gave way to airplanes in the never-ending vigilance of tired eyes watching for that little stripe of smoke that makes its way into a monster if left unchecked. A board was bolted up on the first 20 feet of ladder to keep the crazy people off during it's retirement. On the ground was a beautiful, old log building with one of those old desk telephones like you'd see on the Andy Griffith show sitting on a table in the pane glass window. A log garage there with boats that the game wardens was stored as well. That was a really cool place.
We always went up in the fall time when the resort was closed. My dad, my brother and I wandered around in the crisp air of the Minnesota fall with really crunchy leaves under foot looking for partridge. For some reason, there were oak leaves (very few oak trees in this area) present and they were tough and extra crunchy. You could try to sneak around in hunting mode, but it was hopeless to be really quiet. There were also pine needles thick and if you could find a clear patch on the ground, you could hide the noise for a second until you met up with the leaves once again and your cover was blown. Good thing partridges aren't that spooky. Age-old trails headed down the hill towards the Kawishiwi river and a spot where the CCC camps built a wellhead at a spring where the water flows even today. There were and still are the big rock foundations for the cabins and signs of masonry that lives forever but blends in with the land from where the rocks and logs came.
The other thing that I can't forget up on that hill was the wind in the white pines. It constantly made that soothing sound of loneliness and freedom, and happiness all wrapped up into one endless song. No matter when you go there, you'll hear that sound and smell those pine needles. It was the place that I always wished I could live at for it's beautiful desolation and the sound of the gentle wind always present. Strangely enough, it was the kind of desolation that could drive one to madness, but like a mermaid on the rocks, it always called me back. It is still one of my most favorite places to be.
If you followed one unmarked trail to the northwest, it took you down from the peak and to place where the ultra modern world met the old. It was some sort of science testing station complete with a little building, several little chicken coops with louvered vents and strange contraptions and propane tanks. It was like you wandered out of a spooky desolate woods high on a hill into an alien landing site where somebody did experiments. At least that is what my 14 year old mind told me it was. It was really creepy.
The other thing that I can't forget up on that hill was the wind in the white pines. It constantly made that soothing sound of loneliness and freedom, and happiness all wrapped up into one endless song. No matter when you go there, you'll hear that sound and smell those pine needles. It was the place that I always wished I could live at for it's beautiful desolation and the sound of the gentle wind always present. Strangely enough, it was the kind of desolation that could drive one to madness, but like a mermaid on the rocks, it always called me back. It is still one of my most favorite places to be.
If you followed one unmarked trail to the northwest, it took you down from the peak and to place where the ultra modern world met the old. It was some sort of science testing station complete with a little building, several little chicken coops with louvered vents and strange contraptions and propane tanks. It was like you wandered out of a spooky desolate woods high on a hill into an alien landing site where somebody did experiments. At least that is what my 14 year old mind told me it was. It was really creepy.
Back in those days, everything was government secret and they didn't tell anybody what was going on, so imaginations had to fill in the details. I was pretty sure it was for ungodly alien experiments on humans, but it was and still is, a weather testing center. If you go there today, they actually spent $10 bucks and put up a sign so kids don't think the aliens have an outpost there.
The place I've just described is from where Cabin #2 came to Northwind Lodge. Grandpa and my dad won it on a government bid. They cut the building up into four pieces and reassembled it at it's current location. Over the years, Grandpa added a front porch which is now the kitchen, and a back room which used to be the kitchen. In later years, my dad remodeled it. Then in the mid 80's my brother Bernie remodeled it again. In 2010, I remodeled the kitchen. It served as a home in 1946 and then in 1952, Grandpa built what is now Cabin 8 and Cabin 2 went into rentals. The beaver boards that make the ceiling beneath the tiles in one of the bedrooms will still show the nail holes of many stretched and dried hides all brought to the fur buyer so many years ago.
I'm always amazed when I think back to how long we've been here. Cabin #2 is part of the history of not just us Baltich's but also countless men who stopped fires from burning the woods around us undoubtedly saving people's lives. That's why it's such an interesting cabin at Northwind Lodge - it's been standing the test of time with great success.
The place I've just described is from where Cabin #2 came to Northwind Lodge. Grandpa and my dad won it on a government bid. They cut the building up into four pieces and reassembled it at it's current location. Over the years, Grandpa added a front porch which is now the kitchen, and a back room which used to be the kitchen. In later years, my dad remodeled it. Then in the mid 80's my brother Bernie remodeled it again. In 2010, I remodeled the kitchen. It served as a home in 1946 and then in 1952, Grandpa built what is now Cabin 8 and Cabin 2 went into rentals. The beaver boards that make the ceiling beneath the tiles in one of the bedrooms will still show the nail holes of many stretched and dried hides all brought to the fur buyer so many years ago.
I'm always amazed when I think back to how long we've been here. Cabin #2 is part of the history of not just us Baltich's but also countless men who stopped fires from burning the woods around us undoubtedly saving people's lives. That's why it's such an interesting cabin at Northwind Lodge - it's been standing the test of time with great success.
Cabin #2 at Northwind Lodge
