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#10 - SIGNS & SIGHS AT CHIPPEWA FALLS

22/7/2016

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  Taking my cue from poet Robert Frost, when I had miles to go before I slept, I stopped anyway.
  No, not by snowy woods on the darkest evening of the year.  It was mid-day under a scorching sun on Saturday, June 25.  I was travelling north of The Soo when I saw the sign announcing an historical plaque.
  Not seeing the plaque immediately, I was drawn into the bush by a friendly path and the sound of rushing water.  I had arrived at the Chippewa River.  Other travelers with dopey smiles were loitering about. 
  I had stumbled upon one of the magical places on Superior's North Shore.  The river cascades over two ledges and runs merrily under the highway bridge towards the unseen lake.  As I learned later, the lower falls is 6 metres high, and the upper one, 7 metres.   (For you metrically challenged readers, that 20 and 23 feet.)  I joined other pleasure-seekers on the bare rocks of the lower falls.  I imagine that in early spring the ledge was smothered in foamy water, but on that day the river coursed through a narrow channel that younger legs than mine could probably overleap. 
  The fairy-tale path beckoned to me, and I scrambled up the hillocks to the upper falls.  Like the lower falls, woody debris littered the boulders and bedrock.  What a pleasant place to spend a summer day, but I had miles to go . . .
  Returning on the path, I stopped frequently to admire the plants in the understory, each with its tale to tell.  But, I still had miles to go . . .
  You know, back in the '50s, one of the Group of Seven painters had found this river . . .
Read the full article with colour photos on E.J. Lavoie's Blog > http://bit.ly/2a6mlI5 .


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27/5/2020 04:13:24 am

I must say that all the poets who wrote about nature are right. Because this is phenomenal and I love to know about this place. I will surely gonna plan vacations or picnic with this kind of place with my friends or family.

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    E.J. Lavoie contributes a weekly column to Greenstone's Coffee Talk and the Nipigon-Red Rock Gazette.  The column can be read in its entirety on his blog, complete with images.  Just click the link at the end of each post.

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