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Cabin by the Pond
Cabin by the Pond
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Cabin by the Pond takes the reader on a wilderness journey through the seasons.
The main mode of travel is the canoe, but the reader will find the occasional footpath
or roadway leads to a journey of discovery and enjoyment. Winter is a time of bitter cold amid the frozen beauty of a snowfall. But city snow is no fun to play in. Spring brings the time of snowmelt and renewal. Night paddling on a northern lake, watching the auroras, braving the hoards of mosquitoes are the pleasures of summer. While autumn offers time for reflection and the changing season prepares one for the new winter.

The chapter Urban Interlude plays counterpoint to the beauty of wilderness. A brief prose piece, An Old Log Cabin in Quetico, introduces the inspiration for the books title. Several photographs illustrate poems in the book.

While one can be enthralled by the beauty of the natural world the author gives balance
with descriptions of the winter and summer storms and the predator/prey relationship.
And as George can ooh and awe with the spectacle of the auroras, he is an experienced woodsman who has survived the full brunt of several wild country storms, three most recently, that with seventy mile an hour winds nearly took him and his tent to Oz.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateDec 18, 2006
ISBN9781469114422
Cabin by the Pond
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George J. Gabauer

I began my outdoor adventures as a youth visiting the Chicago shores of Lake Michigan. As a college cross country runner I did much of my training along those same shores. I began taking wilderness canoe trips in the early 1970’s. My hobby of outdoor photography began at the same time. I began writing poetry about canoe country during a June trip in 1975 on the Poets chain of lakes in Quetico. That first piece was a frivolous bit, ”Ode to Pierre’s Fish Mix”, inspired by a seasonal ritual. My first serious venture, The Last Portage”, came a few weeks later.

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    Contents

    Beginnings

    AN OLD LOG CABIN

    IN QUETICO

    Winter

    CABIN BY THE POND

    FIRST SNOW

    CITY SNOW

    A WINTER DAY

    CANADIAN CUP

    BOUNTY

    WINTER NIGHT

    HOLIDAY VERSES

    HIVERNANT

    WILMETTE BEACH

    SUNRISE

    WINTER SONG

    AN ELEGY

    TRACKS

    PREDATOR

    NO WORDS

    MUSIC OF THE NORTH

    MY LOVE

    UN HOMME DU NORD

    Spring

    MARCH 20TH—11:43 AM

    SNOW MELT

    MIGRATION

    NORTH TO MC KENZIE

    THE NORTH WOODS

    DEW POINT

    SNAPSHOTS

    FOGGY ROAD

    A Haiku Journey

    QUETICO

    HERON

    LOGGERS

    Summer

    BIRCH BARK CANOE

    SOLITUDE

    NIGHT

    REMINISCES

    NO SUN?

    FOG

    GO GENTLE

    A PAEAN TO DYLAN THOMAS

    BREAKING CAMP

    PORTAGE

    QUETICO TRIP

    WIND

    THE ROMANCE OF

    SHOOTING RAPIDS

    SPIRIT

    ELAN

    STORM

    NIGHT PADDLE

    NIGHT STORM

    END OF THE TRIP

    A Sense OF Humor

    SHARKEY MEMORIAL SWAMP

    IF IT WERE DONE T’WERE WELL IT WERE DONE QUICKLY

    WAKING

    ODE TO PIERRE’S FISH MIX

    Backwoods Philosophy

    PRAIRIE SONG

    TO SIG OLSEN

    PSALM 2006

    A CHINESE PROVERB

    FUTURE

    Urban Interlude

    ABOVE

    JOHN BARLEYCORN

    URBAN RENEWAL

    THE WIDOW CLARK HOUSE

    ZOO: 1

    TELLICO DAM

    THE LOOP

    GHOSTS OF LINCOLN AVENUE

    DERELICT

    TOURISTS NEVER SEE

    CITY/WILDERNESS

    Autumn

    SEPTEMBER 23, 1975, 7:09 AM

    AUTUMN’S SPORT:

    CROSS COUNTRY

    CITY AUTUMN

    OLD HIGHWAY 9

    MOONLESS NIGHT

    AN AUTUMN RAIN

    SENSES

    GALE

    DANCERS

    NATURE WALK

    NIGHT SONG

    THE CHANGING SEASON

    THE LAST PORTAGE

    TOUCHED BY THE WILD

    DEDICATION

    The inspiration for this volume of poetry has been canoe country and the occasional wild place in the urban scenery. There are a special few to whom I owe the special thanks. First and foremost are my parents George and Anna Gabauer. William Drennan, my frequent canoe partner and fellow track coach, introduced me to canoeing and to that special bit of wilderness called Quetico. The late Jean Goff and the late Charlie Erickson gave me the opportunity to take many a trip through their Voyageur Wilderness Programme. The Savoie family, who continue the mission of Jean and Charlie, support and inspired me through many of my adventures. A final note of thanks to all who occupied the bow seat of my canoe and trusted me.

    Beginnings

    Chatterton Lake, the start of the Poets’ chain of lakes in Quetico, that is where these scribblings began their journey. My group and I had just finished the portage around Chatterton Falls. A parody of Poe’s The Raven began playing on mind. A few weeks earlier at the end of May Nym Lake witnessed an arcane ritual that marked the opening of the canoe season. A group of guides, old voyageurs and hangers on gathered for the sort of annual Fish Mix Party. So it was that there on Chatterton Lake the Ode to Pierre’s Fish Mix was penned.

    Later that summer—I had become a canoe groupie—I was hanging out between trips. One group of canoeist had just returned from a week long trip. I was enjoying a brief respite after supper and found myself on the dock of Voyageur Island. A young lady was sitting on the dock gazing out across Nym Lake back towards the portage trail on the opposite shore. I

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