Where have I been?

I’m sure that most of you who have been my faithful followers over the years have been wondering “what happened to that Steve guy that always was outside doing something, taking pictures of his encounters and occasionally telling a silly story?”  Well the good news he is still out there and yes, he’s going to try and reconnect to his roots.

So I will cut through the small talk and get down to business answering the question of what have I been up to that made an outdoor enthusiast want to stop and record. My first highlight was the random snow event we had this spring on May 19th, when it looked like the weather was changing into Summer.

Kid and a snowman.

Then came the time I had to nurture a Grosbeak that hit our window shortly after, on May 21st.

Grosbeak in the hand.June 2nd and 3rd I took a weekend to go sightseeing in Copper Harbor Michigan, which was a great place to visit that time of year as it was quiet and had few bugs to deal with.

Copper Harbor, MichiganThen on June 15th I caught an old snapper trying to sneak across my greens while checking in with the golf shop.

Old Snapping TurtleJune also seemed to be the month that we finally got to finally see all those great flowers start to bloom after a long, hard winter.

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July is also the month that always seems to have the best skies for photo opportunities, and it didn’t let us down this year.

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Now that we are quickly wading through the month of August, this seems to be the peek of the “froggy” season, as they can be seen hopping and singing around everyday.

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So I hope you enjoyed this fast forward through time and I look forward to filling out the rest of this year’s chapter with you!


Water and Ice, can you play Nice?

As I drove home from work yesterday afternoon I could hardly believe that I had just turned the calendar over two days ago and read “March”. I wondered how it could possibly be March already; it certainly didn’t feel like March. Winter here in the Northwoods can seem so long at times, even though each day and month seem to go by so fast. Many of you might be wondering where that little furry groundhog has gone after promising us spring. I have learned many moons ago not to trust this villain, after he sneaked into my garden to eat my pea vines and chew holes in my melons. I can only hope that after his latest crimes, his mug gets posted across the country as one of America’s most wanted.

A Montana Marmot.
I’m not who you think I am! I’m just a  Marmot. I live in the mountains of Montana. We have 10 months of winter, so quit your complaining.

The car thermometer struggled to hit zero Sunday afternoon as I meandered my way through the curvy roads of Voyager Village. As I crossed the culvert at Culbertson Creek I looked to the West and saw that it was totally frozen over. In January I wouldn’t bat an eye, in February I might believe it, but in March? I’m not sure why at that moment I decided to take a closer look at the creek but I did; maybe I was intoxicated from the sunshine that was flittering through the window of the car that has eluded me for nearly a month. A Near-Frozen Culbertson Creek.

As I peered to the East side of the creek I was shocked by the beauty that the winter had created. Water was running to be free from the shackles of the ice and snow that tried to choke out its existence. Already so much of the creek has succumbed to a silent, still fate, but yet it fought back at every turn and was aided by the day’s sun. As sunlight hit the water, a steady cloud of evaporation rose from the creek’s surface in a truly epic battle of Goliaths. I was also shocked to learn that the creek had recruited other friends to its side; six ducks that swam to the last signs of freedom from the villain that wore a white, winter mask. A snowy, but flowing, creek.

As I plowed through this masked villain myself, I was reminded that even though my heart pounded to fight off the millions of stinging minions attacking my legs, it had backup from wind wielding an icy sword that slashed at my face. This assault is felt by all others that dare to enter winter’s arena, and I wish them well. I encourage all of you to give a helping hand to these brave challengers when you can.

Thanks Buddy

Not so Silent Night

Most of the country knows by now that it’s cold up here in the Northwoods. I would wager that all of us can agree that it’s too cold, in fact. This morning as I walked outside to start my car, I couldn’t help but take a moment to pause and listen. Sometimes when I’m out fishing on my lake during a winter weekday, I will sit there and be amazed that it can be dead silent for long periods of time. I certainly thought that might be the case today; after all, I didn’t believe that anything could possibly be stirring around in weather like this. To my amazement, the forest that surrounds my house was in the middle of playing one of its greatest musical performances. Trees were snapping and popping in all directions and tones, echoing down throughout the creek valley that leaves Culbertson Lake. I found myself memorized by this symphony, at least until until I started feeling a frigid pain start gnawing at my face and nose.

The crunches of my footsteps tried to compete with the forest’s orchestra, but it wasn’t until I opened that car door that the chimes of the trees were brought to their knees by the shriek that came from the door opening. It was such a painful sound I wondered how it was even possible. No horror movie director had ever came up with something so horrendous. Starting the car yielded multiple cries to the heavens above, as if the car itself was questioning why I would think about doing such an evil thing to it. I’m sure at that moment, it wished I had never equipped it with what I call “the life line”—a block heater cord. It’s previous Voyager owners, George and Joanne, now live in Florida and if the car could talk it most certainly would ask them, “why did you leave me here?”

As I headed down Mail Road, each bump was magnified by what seemed like times-ten. The shocks had no give and my leather heated seat, which doesn’t work, was more like sitting on frozen, wooden block equipped with a bucking device. As I crossed Culbertson Creek the Thermometer read -36, which I believe is an all-time low in all my years going to work. That record would not last long to my surprise; while I climbed the gentle hill by the Red Rock it dipped to -37, which then held steady before receding a tiny bit near the clubhouse.

Finally I arrived at my destination. As I climbed out of my car to fill the wood-boiler at the maintenance shop, I  heard a lone chickadee calling out into the the morning sunrise; the final notes to this morning’s symphony. To me, this is what is so amazing about living up here in Northern Wisconsin; to experience these extraordinary conditions and know that a tiny bird can live here too and sing during a morning like this. There’s something beautiful in that fact, in this lesson from the chickadee. As I stepped into my heated building to begin the day’s work, I knew that I would be able to get through the day with a smile on my face, too.

Frosty Chickadee
Look on the bright side; it could be -38.



Happy New Year!

It’s hard to believe that 2018 is over and we’re about to tackle another year. Day one of the new year is a time to relax a bit and maybe reflect on the past and how we might change a few things moving forward. When I look back at 2018, my blog performance and explore outdoors events I certainly can see successes in some regards, but also room for improvement. Today, to kick off 2019 I want to take time to review the past season and highlight things that I might have missed sharing with you. So sit back and enjoy my first slide show of the year. I hope to keep you all engaged in 2019 and that you look forward to seeing and hearing the outdoors.


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The Return!

Can you identify these tracks?

Long time no see, for some of you at least! Last week my Explore Outdoors program returned to the Village and I took some people out ice fishing on Birch Island lake. We all had a great time, despite the fishing being a little slower than I hoped. I like to think that fishing is more about getting out and enjoying time away from the hustle-and-bustle of life; maybe that’s why my sons always seem to outfish me. This week, I’ll be doubling down with my first blog post in a while and take anyone interested for a nature hike this Saturday, December 15th.

I plan to take willing victims participants on a two-hour long excursion though the forests, swamps and lakes of Burnett County to look for signs of wildlife and other interesting scenery while getting some exercise. We will meet at the pub at the Voyager clubhouse at 11 am before setting out. This is a great time of year with minimal snow, comfortable temps, and no, and I mean no, undesirable mosquitos, ticks, flies or other annoying members of the phylum Arthropoda (looking at you, wasps).

If you would instead like to take a walk on the not-so-wild side, you can come out and swing a golf club at a tennis ball. We will be opening up the par three foot-golf holes for people this weekend and beyond. You can also try out the skating rink on the pond next to the Kilkare Lodge. Temps will soar to near 40 degrees this weekend, so please get out of the house and join us for some fun in the sun!


Over the next few weeks, I will be focusing on creating some enjoyable activities outside and giving you a glimpse back over the year with some of the pictures I took that I neglected to share with you. I hope to see you soon, but if you’re somewhere warm already just sit back and enjoy my return to posting about the great outdoors. I also want to remind all snow lovers to “be careful for what you wish for”, because there can really be “too much of a good thing.”

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My 100th Blog Post!

I’m proud and happy to be able to say that this is my 100th post to all my appreciated followers! My first post began about three years ago and had a grand total of six views. My audience has grown a bit since then and continues to expand to people and places that I never could have anticipated. My posts started out to inform area residents of what was going on here in the quiet countryside of Voyager Village, but they have certainly reached beyond the scope of my intention.

Almost everyday I see more and more of you liking my blog and signing up to follow it. This certainly touches my heart with warmth and I hope to follow up with the goods that you desire. So let me know when you like something or want to see or learn more about a specific topic; otherwise, I will continue to wander along touching on the things that I’m blessed to see and enjoy.

As the amount and intensity of summer sunlight in our little neck of the woods increases, so does the presence of wildflowers and the creatures that depend on them. After getting home from a long day at work yesterday I was happily greeted by sights of multiple butterflies and bees in my flower gardens. It was nice to see a few monarchs around after having some rough years where their beauty was mostly absent from our landscape. As the wannabe(e) beekeeper that I am, I’m certainly aware of how important these early flowers are for the nectar gathering wildlife. I’m always amazed at how hard us beekeepers work to keep our honey bees happy and yet so many of our many natural pollinators do it with seemingly with ease.

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If you were in bed this morning sleeping (when most sane people are), you missed a short but intense partial sunrise followed by a storm front that quickly blew in and produced some 45-50 MPH wind gusts.  The combination of light and storm made for a interesting view from our shop.

Thanks again for your support and I will talk to you soon!

-Steve Johnson


A White Surprise

As most of you stare out of your window today I can only imagine that you don’t what to see any more white stuff.  It’s been six straight months of it and honestly it’s starting to wear down even the most hardy of Wisconsin and Minnesota residents—and they wonder why we have a drinking problem! However with every downside there is supposed to be a upside, right?

Maple Syrup Crystal
Maple Syrup Crystal

My goal today is to cheer you up and show you that cold, snowy weather can be good for something. First of all, it’s been a great year for collecting maple syrup if you have a means to get around in the snow. The extend period of time where temperatures go above freezing in the day and then back down is just what the doctor ordered for that process. I really enjoy making maple syrup but it’s certainly a lot of work. Last year I made a mistake and overcooked my sap and caused it to become supersaturated. As the liquid cooled there was more sugar in the solution than it could hold at the lower temperature. The minerals present actually worked to seed a crystallization process with the sugar, and you can imagine my surprise when I went to get a jar of syrup only to find something growing in the bottom of them. The crystals were so big that I had to break the jars to get them out, but it felt like a worthy sacrifice as they were so beautiful.

My outcome was better than a friend’s, who had a bear follow his sap line this year and bite holes in over twenty bags of tree sap to fill his empty belly. The long winter has certainly been hard on a lot of wildlife, driving other animals to show up at my bird feeder for an easy meal. One such visitor is an almost two-year-old albino doe. I’m certainly hopeful that she will have many more years to come.IMG_6427[1]

Another visitor to my house has been a Barred Owl, who has been hunting for mice, voles, and rabbits. An easy meal for one can turn deadly for another, but that truly is the spirit of nature and one that I enjoy watching. So as you stare out that window today and try to wish away that white away keep in mind that snow can be a nice thing to see after all.

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