lovely weather we're having

 So - it's raining. Again. I'm writing this in the brightly-lit cocoon of the visitor center, while it pours down torrentially outside, the sound of the raindrops on the pavement blending nicely with the rumbling thunder, and lightning over the harbor trying to compete with our lights inside. Our weather has been one extreme or the other lately: crazy hot and sunny, or a no-holds-barred thunderstorm. The weather report, of course, has no idea what's happening. It's still cheerfully proclaiming that it's rather sunny right now and might, just maybe, rain a bit later this afternoon.



Painted turtles; a bigger fan of all this water, I presume. Photo credit: Erin Lehnert

For those of you in the area looking for some indoor entertainment, come check out our programs in Rock Harbor. We give coffee talks every Sunday, Monday, and Friday morning at the Lodge's beautiful guesthouse, harbor walks every afternoon at one, and evening programs in the bug-free, dry auditorium every day at eight pm. Next week, come hear the current artist-in-residence, Sara Tabbert, speak on her work and her art here on the island. (She's currently based out of Fairbanks, AK, but is more well-known in our VC for being the baby on the cover of "Summer in the Ishpeming Fire Tower.")

Shameless plug over - enjoy the rain and these photos, and try to stay dry!

A few small wood carvings from the current Artist-in-Residence, Sara Tabbert.

Yours truly,

the Snug Harbor Reporter

Independence Day 2012

Attention all stations:
Happy Fourth of July, Isle Royale!!!!!

For yet another day, the sun is shining, the day is warm, and life is good in Snug Harbor - perfect weather for celebrating our nation's birthday by eating a whole lot of delicious food. (Alternatives: jump off the Ranger III dock wrapped in red, white, and blue bunting; climb the Ojibwe fire tower and sing 'God Bless America' at the top of your lungs; drink a cold beer and sing country music to yourself whilst trolling up and down the channel and eating a hotdog; hold the world's first deep-woods baseball game; etc.)



The Ben East luna moth



In all actuality, this holiday is pretty quiet in Snug Harbor; it's a Wednesday, so there's no Queen IV, and the Ranger left hours ago this morning. There are just a few visitors hanging about the marina, and even the birds seem quiet. Later the Lodge will hold their traditional cookout and canoe race, but we did a lot of our celebrating last night, with a raucous potluck at the Ben East, well attended by guests from Mott and Davidson and, of course, Snug Harbor. There was a somewhat stunning amount of food and a rowdy game of B.S.



An ex-black-billed cuckoo.

Besides the excellent cameraderie of friends combined with food, we've had a lot of two awesome things here this week: one being lightning, the other luna moths, which for some reason are EVERYWHERE these past few days, their silken green wings relaxing nonchalantly on walls and decks and daisies all over the harbor. Practically every night there's one on the Ben East kitchen door, probably hoping to get inside and hang out with us. (Speaking of things wanting to get inside and hang out with us, a bird flew a little too recklessly into our kitchen window the other day and met his end on the sunny deck. I snapped his last photo before Zim gave him a boot into the shrubberies. We think it's a black-billed cuckoo - any confirmations of that?) The luna moths should be gone soon; the adults don't have mouths, and only live about a week. It's just as well we didn't invite Mr. Luna Moth to our potluck.

The lightning, on the other hand, was a one-night only deal. Another mind-boggling storm hit the night before last, dumping another inch and a half of rain and lacing the entire sky with stringy bolts of white-yellow lightning. Like reckless buffons, Alina, Erin, and I watched it all from the puddled surface of the Ranger III dock, relishing the enormous realization that we are tiny, tiny beings in this big and electric world.

Up on the ridge between Lookout Louise and the Lane Cove junction, with a view downhill of our water tower.

Seven Bats Strong

The trails, everyone will be relieved to know, have really dried out pretty well and we've enjoyed several sparkling days of sunshine here in the Snug, cheering up our loads of visitors to no end. (Numbers have been high; just yesterday I led a whopping 32 people around the marina in a harbor walk, creating as many hazards as possible for the hapless tractors.)


The Eastern Pipistrelle Bat, being his small little self.



In more exciting news, I've just been informed by Paul Brown, our chief of Natural Resources, that we'll need to change our mammal talk. We've been saying the island is home to eighteen species of mammal, but it has just been definitively confirmed that we have a seventh species of bat here on Isle Royale - the adorable Eastern Pipistrelle; bringing the total number of mammal species to nineteen.



The Eastern Pipistrelle Bat at leisure.



The Eastern Pipistrelle joins the big and little brown bats, the hoary bat, the northern long-eared bat, the red bat, and the silver-haired bat. They're insectivores and extremely tiny (they only weigh about 4-8 grams.)



In honor of the occasion, I have composed an Isle Royale bat poem:



It's an Eptesicus focus, will you focus on that?

He's the big brown one of our seven species of bats.

It hangs with the northern long-eared and eastern pipistrelle -

There's little brown, hoary, and red bats as well.

And the silver-haired bat; let's not forget him!

Lasionycteris noctivagans, out on a limb.

They're tiny and furry and have little bear faces

Out of nineteen mammals, filling seven of the spaces.  

Someone should set that to some banjo music or something. Let me know how it goes. We can have a concert on Bat Island.

extreme weather

Last week, from Windigo up here to Snug Harbor, lake levels climbed multiple feet in just a few minutes. Beaches were covered, canoes were set adrift. Several minutes later, the water dropped away again, taking logs and branches and canoes away with it.

In the Visitor Center, we were flooded with questions. “What was that strange current in Tobin Harbor?” “This giant rock was suddenly underwater, and a few minutes later it was uncovered again! That’s how much the water rose! What was up with that?” A number of people asked about the “tide.” Some people didn’t want to admit how difficult paddling in Tobin had been, but when they heard us start talking about the weird rushes of water, they leaped to chime in.



The basics of what's happening during a seiche.



The explanation, of course, was a giant seiche that rocked across the lake; water essentially tipping, as if in a giant bowl, from one side to another. Major storms in Duluth (and we're talking major; flooding was so extreme that the polar bear escaped from his enclosure at the zoo and had to be re-captured) sent strong winds repeatedly in the same direction, literally pushing water away from Duluth and towards Isle Royale. Windigo experienced the most severe water level changes, as the seiche hit them first. For the next 24-36 hours, seiches of declining strength came and went, like water sloshing back and forth in that proverbial bowl.

Then came the storms - a night of cracking thunder and nearly constant lightning, dumping multiple inches of rain on the island overnight. The following afternoon, everyone's radios leaped into attention simultaneously, with a warning from Houghton of "extreme and severe weather," "winds upward of 60 mph," "frequent lightning." Everyone sprang into a kind of delighted, frenetic activity at the excitement. We battened down the hatches, triple-lined the boats. I pictured angry winds screaming lengthwise up the island from Windigo, where just that morning there'd been reports of a boat sinking at the dock. Visitors were all dispatched indoors. The sky turned slate-gray and the whole harbor began to rumble with constant thunder, sounding remarkably like we were trapped inside the stomach of an extremely hungry giant.

Of course, as these things normally are, the whole storm was a bit of a let-down. It whizzed in with streaks of lightning over the channel and a few minutes of torrential rain, and then whizzed right by again, with nary a down tree in its wake. It wasn't until the next morning that the waves picked up and disappointed visitors had to eschew their canoe trips.

The stormy few days' greatest legacy was the state it left the trails in: having a current, and supporting aquatic life. It's only now, the third day of sun, that you can finally just about go for a hike without your snorkel.

Summer 2012 on the Isle

Although this is the inaugural post of the Snug Harbor Reporter for 2012, the season is long from "just beginning." For more than two months, the island has been warming up, with employees working the trails, opening buildings, repairing boats, beginning their research, fishing and hiking and eating and camping. Now the days are stretching on to their nigh-infinite sunny lengths, the lake is just about swimmable, and the numbers of visitors are creeping upwards. I am delighted as anything to be back on the island.

It's looking like a good year for orchids, weather (and by "good" I mean extremely variable), and potlucks. The orchids are everywhere - look for striped coral-roots in the Rock Harbor Campground and around the auditorium. The coral-roots are our only non-photosynthetic orchids on the island - they receive all of their nutrition from a fungus that lives in and around its roots. There are also a myriad of ladyslippers, both pink and yellow, clustering the Greenstone Ridge and the North Shore. The weather is currently sending a fleet of eager waves into the harbor. And the potlucks are rising up from the green shores of Mott Island to fill our plates with corned beef and coleslaw and potato chip casserole.

As many of you know, the island is rife with newcomers this year, from Windigo to the North Shore to Mott Island - to right here in this blog's own interpretive division. Justin Olson, our new lead interp, is heading up an impressive crew, if I do say so myself, the five of us hailing from five different states. We have Melissa from Minnesota, Alina from Wisconsin/the Keweenaw, Erin from D.C./Miami, and myself, back from the lower peninsula. Justin, somewhat of a nomad, is originally from Colorado, I believe. Introductions will be forthcoming.

Stay tuned as the summer progresses for photos, updates, stories, and jokes from the Snug. As always, send your photos, questions, and comments to snugharborreporter@blogspot.com, and keep it real.

Sincerely,

Liz Dengate

Snug Harbor Reporter  

We Are New-Used Reporters

Hallo again. I am new reporter, Vladimir Verstratski, back for my own second time, making me, how you say? new-used reporter. The Dengate girl say I am last option, which she remind again is good thing.

Last season my government they are pleased with my learnings of American media, so they send me back for new trainings. This year, our government want us to have cultural learnings in American swing dancing.

Now for first headliner.

This week the boating ferry from Copper Harbor, she is cancelled, making for similar distress to last year in visitors. Days after though she is going making relief.

Labor Day is happy for all. Vlad, I am here till text time for news. Take easy.

Passing the Torch

Hello, Isle Royale!

You might have noticed a distinct lack of new SHR posts lately, which has probably left a sizable hole in your life. This is because I, sadly, left the island almost exactly a week ago, on August 27th. It was a sad day; it's so hard to leave the island. Also it is ridiculously hot and humid downstate. Gross.

BUT - you don't have to worry that the SHR days are done! I'm passing the reporter torch off to Vladimir Verstratski, who did a stint with us last summer as well. I know we're all looking forward to his...ahem...well-informed and entertaining posts.

Thanks to all for an amazing summer and live it up this fall for me.

With love from Ann Arbor,
Liz Dengate
Snug Harbor Reporter