A Canadian fishing trip has been the highlight of the summer for many of my sixty years. It never gets old and neither do I once I arrive, or so it seems. The first trip was in 1962 at ten years of age. As time has passed some of the sights and paths we take have changed and for the most part, in a good way. I guess.
Back in the early sixties we stayed in a very rustic and remote cedar board cabin with wood stove heat and no electricity, no indoor plumbing and yes, outhouses. Light was provided only by gas lamps and flashlight. At times we would go to the old man's Cadillac Coupe DeVille and tune in a Chicago radio station with hope of catching a White Sox broadcast later in the evening when the am radio signal travels for long distances. The announcer's voice would come in and fade but we listened anyway just to catch up on civilization. It was the only way for us to know if a civilization still existed.
Where we now make camp on the same lake hydro electricity is cheap and most of the mainland property is wired to the utility. But it's fragile. In some spots a utility pole cannot be planted due to solid glacial rock so they sit the poles in cradles made of logs or culvert pipe filled with boulders. A good thunderstorm can take the power out easily. Mike, who owns the lodge where we stay, invested in a large diesel generator a few years back. It has enough energy and diesel fuel to power the entire camp for weeks should the need arise and it has.
Because of the inexpensive electric power delivered by the utility each cabin is equipped with electric heat, light, hot water, septic tank, refrigeration and air conditioning.
It was a very good trip with perfect weather for fishing which means no rain to me. Still, for the first three sunny days we dressed in layers with gloves and hoodies. We ate well and caught plenty of fish but they took a bit more patience and effort than usual.