Friday, December 24, 2010

Banadad Ski Trails Open for Seaon

A big holiday present to those waiting to ski Northeast Minnesota’s  Banadad Ski Trails.  On December 21, trail staff finally removed the last of the brush and down trees blocking the 41 Kilometer of the Banadad Ski Trail system.  According to trail staff member, Jim Raml,  “while  we still have a bit more clean-up of some of the ice/snow cover brush over hanging the trail, at least you can get through.  The Lace Lake, Tall Pines, Knopp and 4 kilometers of the east end of the Banadad Trails are tracked.  Depending on snow condition the remainder of the Banadad  should be traced by mid next week.”

Opening of the trail this year was delayed do to a wind storm in October that drop many large trees into the trail and a November rain followed by snow that bent over the side brush into the trail.  It took trail crews considerable more time then usual to clear the down trees and side brush.

Most of the Banadad Trails are located within the BWCA and it is the BWCA longest track ski trail.  The system is centrally located along  the 200 kilometer Gunflint Nordic Trail System.  Maintenance and grooming of the Banadad System is provided by Poplar Creek Guesthouse B&B .

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Not Every Skier Loves a Sauna

 For many of us, following a ski, say along the Banadad, a good sauna is a must. But then again not everyone agrees including-
"The Finn Who Would Not Take a Sauna" -  by Garrison Keillor
In northeast Minnesota , what they call the Iron Range , where a woman is a woman and some things never change, where winter lasts nine months a year, there is no spring or fall,
where it gets so cold the mercury cannot be seen at all.
and you and 1, we normal folk, would shiver, shake, and chatter,
and if we used an outhouse, we would grow an extra bladder,
but even when it's coldest, when our feet would have no feeling,
those Iron Rangers get dressed up and go out snowmobiling.

Out across the frozen land and make a couple stops
at Gino's Lounge and Rudy's Bar for whiskey, beer, and schnapps
and then they go into a shack that's filled with boiling rocks
hot enough to sterilize an Iron Ranger's socks
and sit there till they steam out every sin and every foible
and then jump into a frozen lake and claim that it's enjoible.

But there was one, a shy young man, and although he was Finnish,
the joys of winter had, for him, long started to diminish.
HE WAS A FINN, THE ONLY FINN,
WHO WOULD NOT TAKE A SAUNA "
It isn't that I can't," he said, "I simply do not wanna.
To jump into a frozen lake is not my fondest wish,
for just because I am a Finn don't mean that I'm a fish."

His friends said, "Com on, Toivo! Let's go out to Sunfish Lake !
A Finn who don't take saunas? Why, there must be some mistake."
But Toivo said, "There's no mistake. I know that I would freeze
In water colder than myself (98.6degrees')."
And so he stayed close by a stove for nine months of the year
because he was so sensitive to change of temperature.

One night he went to Eveleth to attend the Miners' Ball.
(If you have not danced in Eveleth, you've never danced at all.)
He met a Finnish beauty there who turned his head around.
She was broad of beam and when she danced she shook the frozen ground.
She took that shy young man in hand and swept him off his feet
and bounced him up and down until he learned the polka beat.
She was fair as she was tall, as tall as she was wide,
and when the dance was over, he asked her to be his bride.
She looked him over carefully. She said, 'You're kinda thin.
but you must have some courage if it's true you are a Finn.
I ain't particular 'bout men. I am no prima donna.
but I would never marry one who would not take a sauna."

They got into her pickup, and down the road they drove,
and fifteen minutes later they were stoking up the stove.
She had a flask of whiskey. They took a couple toots
and went into the shack and got into their birthday suits.
She steamed him and she boiled him until his skin turned red;
she poured it on until his brains were bubbling in his head.
To improve his circulation and to soften up his hide,
she took a couple birch boughs and beat him till he cried,
"Oh, couldn't you just love me now? Oh, don't you think you can?"
She said, "It's time to step outside and show you are a man."

Straightway (because he loved her so, he thought his heart would break),
he jumped right up and out the door and ran down to the lake,
and though he paused a moment when he saw the lake was frozen
and tried to think just which snowbank his love had put his clothes in –
when he thought of Tina, Lord—that man did not think twice
but just picked up his size 12 feet and loped across the ice —
and coming to the hole that they had cut there with an ax —
putting common sense aside, ignoring all the facts —
he leaped! Oh, what a leap! And as he dove beneath the surface,
it thrilled him to his very soul, and also made him surface!
And it wasn't just the tingling he felt in every limb,
he cried: "My love! I'm finished! I forgot! I cannot swim!"

She fished him out and stood him up and gave him an embrace
to warm a Viking's heart and make the blood rush to his face.
"I love you, darling dear!" she cried. "I love you with all my might!"
and she drove him to Biwabik and married him that night
and took him down the road to Carl's Tourist Cabins
and spent a sleepless night and in the morning, as it happens,
though it was only April, it was absolutely spring,
birds, flowers, people put away their parkas and everything.
They bought a couple acres around Hibbing , up near Chisholm,
and began a life of gardening and love and Lutheranism.

And they live happily to this day, although they sometimes quarrel.
and there, I guess, the story ends, except for this, the moral.
Marriage, friends, is a lifelong feast, love is no light lunch.
You cannot dabble round the edge, but each must take the plunch.
And though marriage, like that frozen lake, may sometimes make us colder,
it has its pleasures, too, as you may find out when you're older.
Note- You will find saunas awaiting you after your ski at  both the Little Ollie Cabin and the Tall Pines Yurt.