Purple loosestrife, nasty noxious weed

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Scenes from northern Wisconsin, summer 2015

More annual lakeside fun in the Northwoods

You may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.

Purple loosestrife, nasty noxious weed

Cousin Rob with a generous handful of the 'orrible pest the Purple Loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria), scourge of lakes and wetlands everywhere.

I'd tear my back out pulling on roots like that but Rob's made of sterner stuff.

Rob is diving for a loosestrife that hasn't flowered yet, whilst I'm waving the camera at one that has flowered.

We're about 3km south of home, alongside a little island leading into the southern bay.

Kristin's as good as Rob at hauling out those monster root systems.

Kristin awaiting our last investigations, with Berber and a friend along for the ride

-- Eh, who's that?

A mid-lake hitchhiker

Sending a text message

An adult eagle just outside the bedroom window, on the qui vive

Experiencing a moment of doubt . . .

. . . but overcoming it.

Kristin's cottage at night

Festive

Rob and Elke moving watercraft back over to the other house

The lake shore on a calm day

Cousin Rob and Brother Eric confabulating at the Sandy Beach

An important call

A passing paddleboarderess with passenger

Purple loosestrife patrol

A tiny ketch is on the lake this summer.

Trading helpful hints. The gentleman built this thing himself.

There's not much wind here between the island and the lakeshore . . .

. . . but things are looking up now.

The eagle on his favorite branch on the centre island, Adjidaumo (named for Hiawatha's talking squirrel friend)

A high-speed ketch

We're up on the Adjidaumo island to find the eagles' nest, 4 September

It's the size of a Volkswagen.

Astonished

At the top of the island, the remains of a cabin built here in the early 1890s directly across from the Yawkey sawmill near Point o' Pines and the public landing -- abandoned not many years later when the timber ran out and the sawmill was dismantled and moved to treeier grounds.