Trout Lilies: Signaling Spring

The Trout Lily is a spring ephemeral – perennial woodland plants that sprout from the ground early each spring. You’ll see it in the time between snowmelt and leafing out of deciduous trees. These flowers spring up quickly, seed before the canopy leaves are out, and then vanish leaving their roots and bulbs to hibernate and wait for another spring.
The plants are low to the ground. Leaves are mottled with brown and are lance-shaped with smooth edges, and each plant boasts a single bloom.
Look for the Trout Lily in mid-April to early May along the edges of trails.

Evening at the Fishing Canp

Evening at the Fishing Camp
Text by Ben East, a member of the Michigan Conservation Hall of Fame and legendary outdoor writer for Outdoor Life.
There were five in our fishing party, Ray and Bud (Dick), Ed Johnson, Walt Speaker and I. We sat around a dying fire that night and watched the round, yellow, full moon of May come up over the trees, square in the notch where the river broke down out of the hills. The surf of Lake Superior rolled in and sighed on the rocky beach in front of our camp, the Carp chuckled and blustered through its last stretch of rapids only a few steps away. And just as the moon rose clear of the trees a brush wolf howled somewhere back I the ridges.
“How do you like it?” Ray Dick asked me.
“I’ve never had a place hit me quite so hard,” I admitted. “How far are we from the nearest road?”
“We’re about eight miles from Lake of the Clouds, as the crow flies,” Ray said. “Maybe half again that far if you follow the river. There’s no road this side of the lake. The other way, to the west, it’s six miles to the mouth of the Presque Isle, where we stopped this morning on the way down here. There’s no road there yet, but Gogebic County is building one. They’re only a few miles away. They’ll be at the mouth in another year or two. That will still leave a strip of country 12 or 15 miles long.”
There’s about 50,000 acres in here, all told, that’s still the way the lord made it! A chunk the size of two townships. Not a foot of road, hardly a trail. If you want to see it you walk, or come in by boat the way we did today. It’s never seen an ax, never been burned. The United States Forest Service says it’s the biggest stand of virgin hardwood left in the country!”
I knew what the other four men around the fire were thinking. “And it’s bound to be logged,” I said slowly.
Ray blazed up. “It’s bound to be logged unless we prevent it!” he shot back. “If we let that happen, it will be the biggest crime the State of Michigan has committed in your lifetime or mine.
“Do you really think it can be helped?” I asked finally. “It never has been up to now, you know, not in this part of the country.”
Ray leaned closer across the fire. “It’s got to be helped” he said flatly.

Celebrating 75 Years!

Hard work and advocacy by many, from local businessman Raymond Dick to Michigan Governor Harry Kelly and president Franklin D. Roosevelt secured “the great uncut,” the ancient forests of the Porcupine Mountains, for future generations.

It All Started with a Fishing Trip

It happened on about the third or fourth cast. Bud Dick was standing on a shelf of rock that sloped down and vanished in the dark water of the pool. Above him the river came frothing and raging in through a short steep chute. Fifty yards below it spilled out again in a three-foot drop.