Long Lake Yarns » Belly Button Island

First Loon 2010

Noreen — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 01:17:42 +0000

Hillman’s Long Lake is home to Common Loons. This will be our fourth summer on the lake. Each year we’ve watched a nesting pair on Belly Button Island. Last year the nest was unsuccessful. Hopefully, come early July, we will once again enjoy the sight of a pair of loon babies riding on their parent’s back.

Out in the kayaks for the first time, on an unseasonably warm first weekend in April, this guy was yodeling up a storm, even though we were careful to keep a respectful distance. He was answered by another loon on the lake. A mate? We hope. A Canada Goose pair is hanging around the island–as if working on a nest. They are aggressive and hopefully the loon pair will stand their ground. At one point, the loon went into vulture posture: rising up out of the water and making himself look like something to steer clear of. Something had him agitated, but I don’t think it was us, floating quietly in our kayaks.

Belly Button Island in the Fog

Noreen — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:15:27 +0000

I know. We should probably stay off the water when the fog is thick. But it was very early, on a cold September morning, and no one else was out on the water. Our kayaks are neon orange and bright yellow. Steve was wearing his blaze orange cap. I was wearing my most amazed expressions and muttering inanities like “it’s so beautiful, I can’t believe it’s so beautiful.” I think we were safe. Safe enough. If you constantly fret about safe you’re going to miss a lot of incredible.

Belly Button Island on a Foggy Morning

Noreen — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 02:03:39 +0000

No, the island isn’t widely known by the name Belly Button. Only Steve and I know that’s its name (and Steve knew it first of all). This is Long Lake. Latitude: N45 degrees, 76.85′, longitude W83 degrees, 58.41′. If you are one of those rare humans who can actually still see the figures that the constellations are named after, you may be able to see that Long Lake is shaped like a fat man standing on one leg and the island in the bigger part of the lake is basically where the man’s belly button would be. On this particular paddle to Ghost Bay, just after sunrise, the fog was very thick when we set out. Steve was following compass directions and I was following Steve. Actually, my kayak and Steve’s were almost touching because I am very cautious and not brave (and I also don’t know how to use a compass correctly, despite trying to learn). At first I protested that we should wait until the fog cleared. That might have been a safer choice, but gosh what we would have missed. To see the lake in this light and under these conditions, from the vantage point of being on the water, was a rare pleasure.