Lost a Day

     I’m not sure how it happened, but I lost a day somewhere.  I didn’t sleep it away either.  I can’t even remember what I did yesterday, but somehow I forgot to put an entry into my blog.  Strange.  I know I went to town and spent time with the kids in school, but I can’t remember what else I did.  Oh well.  Here it is Thursday, I apologize for not writing until now.

     Some people have been able to go home to their places on the Gunflint Trail.  We were not some of those people.  If you live beyond Gunflint Narrows Road like us, then you are still an evacuee.  Marilyn and our faithful employees are still in Grand Marais since we can’t go home yet.  It’s kind of strange that the meal service provided by the community for the evacuees will be ending tomorrow when we don’t even know when we will get to go home.  We’re hoping it is soon.

     Living the life of a refugee doesn’t sit well with me or with Josh.  He’s 5 and he’s having a difficult time with not being able to go home.  He misses his toys, his books and he really wants to go fishing.  He and Abby have been staying in town with relatives and our staff but tonight he had enough.  He started to cry when Mike and I were going to head back up to the Gunflint Pines.  He told me he was afraid the fire burned our house, it broke my heart.  I can handle myself being upset but not my little boy.  I really want to be able to go home and have things return to somewhat of a normal life.

     I know even when we return home it won’t be too normal.  Our Walleye Wranglers who have been fishing with us every year for the Canadian Opener will not be able to come this weekend.  We will miss seeing them at Voyageur and hearing about all of the fish they usually catch.  

     Our phone service provider says it may be 4-6 weeks before we have regular service at the end of the Gunflint Trail again.  We don’t know if our friends at Superior North are planning to rebuild or if they will just close their doors. Some of our other neighbors who have been so important in our lives are without cabins and won’t be living next to us anymore.  Things will not be the same.

     It’s hard to imagine a raging fire barreling over our home and business.  It’s a miracle those wildfire sprinkler systems can create such a bubble around the property so that it doesn’t burn.  It’s amazing to see how just beyond the reach of the sprinkler the earth has been charred.  It’s strange how a person can lose track of a day.