Posts Tagged: ‘Leech Lake’

Shingobee Reunion 2017

August 5, 2017 Posted by Deb

The Eldridge clan gathered once again at the old stomping grounds near Walker, MN. The flights came in from Mexico to Alaska, and the journey north was on. We were one major item short this year since the old 1973 SeaRay is on the injury list. This year we rented a SeaRay from Hiawatha Beach Resort. We used it mostly to tour the lakefront bars and our old haunts. Great weather and good times.Old Guy SkiingWayDowntoDockSunsetBoatSunsetBogSetSetBoatDock

Find the Human

Find the Human

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Old Cabin Ceremonies

Old Cabin Ceremonies

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Family Reunion on Shingobee Bay

August 6, 2016 Posted by Deb

Woodbury RV Park Gathering Place

Woodbury RV Park Gathering Place

The Fleet Pulling into the Cabin

The Fleet Pulling into the Cabin

Saying Hello to the Lake

Saying Hello to the Lake

High Hopes for the SeaRay

High Hopes for the SeaRay

Could Be the Last Run for the SeaRay

Could Be the Last Run for the SeaRay

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Next

First Run in 3 Years

First Run in 3 Years

Tricky

Tricky

Lazy Daz on Shingobee

Lazy Daz on Shingobee

Lazy Daz No 2

Lazy Daz No. 2

Squeezing Family & Friends into Old Hippy Van

Squeezing Family & Friends into Old Hippy Van

Trimaran Run

Trimaran Run

Tall Tales On the Deck

Tall Tales On the Deck

Cabin Near Our Cabin

August 23, 2014 Posted by Deb

We rented a cabin on Shingobee Bay off Leech Lake in Minnesota very close to our old family cabin from 1963 to 1995. It was kind of sad to be that close to our old digs, but it is a great lake and a great part of Minnesota. We sprung for a Hobie Tandem Island Trimaran just like the one we demo’d up at Whiteface, splashed it in Shingobee Bay, and made the trip into the town of Walker and back in under four hours. It’s great for the two bridges because it has pedals and flippers that move it along well and the main has roller furling and comes down with a click. The main and rudder can be operated from either seat. It will also move out in the right conditions. Oh, and the beer holders are built in.

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Forty Miles by Hobie Trimaran

We decided to extend the family stay up north but we needed a new cabin … our home on Shingobee was rented. We found one at Trapper’s Landing out on the main part of Leech Lake, packed, cleaned, and started thinking about loading up the Hobie. Somehow, the idea of sailing it under three low bridges, north through Walker Bay, around Onigum Island, through the Roosevelt canal, around Stony Point, and many miles east through the big part of the lake with a 25 mile fetch, seemed like a good idea. I loaded up a Coke, PowerAid, rain jacket and pants (the weather looked bad), plugged the coordinates of the Trapper’s Landing dock in my smartphone, grabbed some cash, my driver’s license (to ID the body), said goodbye to Deb, and took off.

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The trip was very cool, partly because we had no idea if it was possible. The Roosevelt canal was part of our normal loop by power boat but everything looked different from the trimaran on a cloudy day. I tacked up into a bay that I was sure had a marker for the canal and soon discovered I was lost. I took a timeout and fired up Google Maps … I missed the canal by about two to three miles and was now in the lee of land. No problem … I had peddles. The canal was fun because of the looks I got from passing boats. Pretty sure they have never seen a Hobie trimaran go through. I stopped at the north end of the canal to check in with the shore party by phone and re-mount the main. A few minutes later I was doing a real shakedown on the new trimaran as the waves from the big lake started making things difficult and wet. I hove to after about an hour so I could safely get the smartphone out, check my location, put on full rain gear to preserve body heat, and pit (which was the challenging part). The rest of the trip was tacking into 10 to 15 knots of wind without really knowing where I was going (the GPS failed to acquire after the earlier fix). I asked one fishing boat and they never heard of Trapper’s Landing. I called Deb and she said there was an American flag on an island about 200 yards offshore and that I would be going by a large island just before I got there. I started tacking into shore to check out every American flag in front of a set of log cabins because they all looked like they could be on the water until I got near. Once I called Deb to ask her if she could see me because I was fairly sure I was in front of the resort. I wasn’t in sight.

A lot of tacks and miles later, I popped out from behind a point of land and saw Deb sitting on a dock and other friends and family pointing the way to the marina. A couple more tacks, rolled main, and a few pedal kicks and the Hobie was in its new home and I got the beer I had been thinking about for several hours. The total trip was about 20 miles straight line and over 40 over the water in five and a half hours. I still think about the weird feeling of being in a large body of water with a tiny boat and having only a rough idea about the final destination.

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