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What is cold? For someone living in Washington DC, it’s 36 below on January 31 in Ely.
For a fellow thinking of retiring to Ely from Chicago, he wonders. “My immediate question concerns ‘25 miles East of Ely.’ This description appeared again yesterday on the Chicago Tribune’s Weather Center page which daily cites the warmest and coldest spots in the U.S. I don’t recall the Ely area ever being cited as the warmest spot, although I could have missed it, but ‘25 miles East of Ely’ has been cited (frequently) as being the coldest including yesterday’s paper, which cited -16.
“Exactly where is this garden spot, and when it’s -16 there, how cold is it in Ely proper? It seems its getting a little late in the season for these temperatures. Or is it that I am not Ely-Tough and should drop my relocation plans? Either way I will see you in August, when the mosquito population is down. I think I just answered my own toughness question.”

In 1857, the first Northern Michigan iron mine was built near Marquette around a pig iron smelter named the “Pioneer Furnace.” Rather than naming the mine after some old European city, one of the mine’s founders insisted that it be named by a local council of native Ojibwe. This was a little unusual for the Industrial Age in the U.S. at the time, but the mine chairman had been raised in Iroquois country, a region where people had respect for the tribe’s democratic way of life.

My life can be divided into two parts, the first where I looked to the ground, and the second where I looked up through tree limbs toward the sky. The second half was spurred by my love of birds, while the first had its foundation in rock.
No surprise I was so focused on looking down since I started life with my childhood eyes much closer to the ground.
My grandparents had a cabin in eastern Ontario, where most of the rocks I found had been blasted along the roadsides, exposing minerals that looked like solid gold to a young boy. I had no idea then that the earth beneath my feet was comprised of a solid mass of magmatic rock that stretched from the Great Lakes to the Arctic Ocean. All I knew at my young age was that the ground had a feel that was oddly comforting.
My family moved to the Midwest where a vast underlayment of limestone called “Karst” formed when ancient oceans covered the plains.

Simply put, Ely is a great place to live especially if you are retired.
I was sitting in my living room window watching them turn blocks of ice into fantastic sculptures for the Winter Carnival at Whiteside Park. The ECHO had a full page of pictures showing these beautiful creations. My favorites were Guardian of the North, Summer Sift and From Ear to Ear.
We also have a Blueberry Festival, Harvest Moon Festival along with some toe tapping parades.

Simply put, Ely is a great place to live especially if you are retired.
I was sitting in my living room window watching them turn blocks of ice into fantastic sculptures for the Winter Carnival at Whiteside Park. The ECHO had a full page of pictures showing these beautiful creations. My favorites were Guardian of the North, Summer Sift and From Ear to Ear.
We also have a Blueberry Festival, Harvest Moon Festival along with some toe tapping parades.

Many of us have been lost and obviously survived. But how many are familiar with a web article floating around that relates Kubler-Ross’s five stages of death to the experience? I read this recently and decided to test it out by recalling a day where I totally lost my way in the woods east of Ely.
I’ll begin by relaying one of the most dangerous things you can do in the border lakes region. It seems harmless yet the action nearly rendered me dead. So here it goes.
Never, ever try to locate a secret trout lake while portaging a canoe. Though carrying a canoe over time-trodden portages can be a no-brainer, trying to blaze a trail with a canoe is the same as having a blindfold over your eyes. Don’t try it unless you have some other person leading the way. Back to the five stages.
1. Depression. Stage one set in as soon as I realized I wasn’t going to reel in any fat brook trout that day. I’d have to agree with the article on that.

My appreciation of the people I meet began on the main drag of Braddock, Pennsylvania just a few blocks from the slag-spewing furnaces of the US Steel Works. My father had grown up on these streets and unlike most of his peers he went on to enjoy the benefits of the GI Bill after serving in the US Marines. Whenever we visited his old neighborhood, he’d always spend time reminiscing with childhood friends who often stood around an oil drum with a bonfire lit inside.
This drove my mother nuts. Something about my dad conversing with a bunch of bums (in her opinion) ignited her disgust. Pacing in my grandparent’s apartment above the street. Eventually she’d send me to retrieve him.

While it may be too cold this weekend to spend much time outdoors, here’s a couple of things to gnaw on as you’re staring out the window.
Dave Mech, the world renowned wolf researcher, has released another study. This time he and his co-authors looked at the correlation in the moose and wolf populations, according to a story in the Duluth News-Tribune.
Here’s what they found. As the number of moose plummeted in northeast Minnesota, the number of wolves increased. Fewer moose, more wolves.
Mech looked at the survival rate of moose calves, something the DNR has failed to account for and at times ignored in studying moose populations.
The study reports a correlation between moose calves and wolf numbers. More calves survive when there are fewer wolves.
What’s the takeaway? The DNR should pay much more attention to the wolf population if they want the moose population to recover.

Current television news lately has reported on young people who have died in the current influenza outbreak. If that media had been extant over 100 years ago, I imagine that this could have been a news flash of APRIL 15, 1904, PONCA CITY, OK, Elora Grace (Gelvin) Standard, 34, mother of six, died of the grippe (influenza) six days after the death of her husband, Alva A. Standard, 41, (April 9, 1904). On April 7, 1904, Elora gave birth to her sixth child.
Although farm neighbors considered adopting them or placing the children on the orphan train, the six children, ages 12, 10, 7, 5, 2 and eight days, remain on the family farm.
They are being cared for by their Illinois grandparents: Martha, age 60, and her husband, James R. Gelvin, 79.
The crops were harvested and on August 5, 1904 the Standard farm: 3 horses, 12 cattle, 4 hogs, farm equipment, chickens, household furniture including an organ was sold at auction.

Starting with 2010, every 10 years the US population has grown or will grow in its over-65 age population by at least three percent. By 2030 that percentage of population will be at 19.3 percent, according to the U.S. Census Bureau.
Although I understand that some toddlers have chomped on the attractively colored Tide Detergent Pods, I’m wondering where the adults were and what they were thinking and why these detergents weren’t safely placed out of reach of youngsters. Yes, I know slip-ups can happen and we all feel terrible when a child’s life is affected or lost.
Somehow, though, in the need for children’s safety, the safety of the elderly is being compromised and forgotten.
I keep a pair of pliers by my bedside to open medicine bottles and get a firm grip on any immovable object.
How many elderly have punctured themselves trying to open a heavily plastic-encased product?