A Piece Of History

For the girls’ who camped at Maqua, the boys’ camp across the lake was a constant lure of excitement. The stories were legend of attempts to meet the boys in the middle of the lake, and to conjure pranks between the two camps was as fun as the socials that were held for the counselors.

Camp Mahn-go-tah-see was a YMCA camp with headquarters in Oakland County, which operated from 1929-1987. Just as Camp Maqua fell into financial difficulties, the boys’ camp was not exempt, and they sold the camp to the Michigan District LMS. (Lutheran Church). Two new buildings were added in 1996, and in 1997 a task force was appointed to study the camp’s future.

My two daughters attended day camp in the 90s, and my oldest daughter experienced a week there camping in a bunkhouse by the beach. Her memories of the dining hall, a large wooden structure with tall ceilings and a stone fireplace, remain in her memory. Endurance swimming, riflery, archery, and other activities were similar to what the girls of Camp Maqua experienced during their sessions.

On warm summer mornings, the sounds of marching bands practicing on the large open field could be heard around the lake. Many summer concerts were shared at the end of their sessions, as residents boated over to watch their accomplishments on the field. It was a sad day when the children’s camp closed in 2000, and we heard no more music from the high school marching bands from around the state.

Renamed the Loon Lake Lutheran Retreat Center in 2000, it continued to be rented by various organizations, high schools, and individual families until the next sale to a private investment group in 2018. Currently, developers and builders Kandi and Darin Eyth are busy with the sales of lots and homebuilding, with a low density ensuring pristine Loon Lake will remain quiet with very little boat traffic. Seven of the fifteen lots have been sold at this time.

My husband and I had the opportunity to view their beautiful home and enjoyed a cart ride around the old camp. The sad old cabins and dining hall are barely standing, but the property remains beautiful. The Eyth’s have incorporated many of the old signs, relics, and artifacts into their new home and the floors and walls showcase the repurposed wood of the old buildings. Their view from the camp’s property is wonderful, built with huge windows to take advantage of the view.

As we carted and walked over the bridges, sat on the bluff overlooking the lake, and peeked into old buildings, they talked of their plans. We passed an old sign with a bible passage from the original camping days, enclosed in a wooden structure. When I heard they did not know what to do with it, I jumped at the chance to house it at Camp Maqua, and it now graces our wall on the sports porch. I am thrilled to be the new owner, and they are happy it has a new home. My happiness also extends to the knowledge that a young couple has an appreciation for the history of Camp Mahn-go-tah-see and a vision for the utilization of the property for the future.

Independence Day on Loon Lake

How many celebrations must have occurred on Loon Lake over the years with campers from the generations before us–years of traditions celebrating our independence–during the war years of the forties and sixties–mixed feelings of patriotism with fear for loved ones serving overseas? This year is no different, with many of our friends and relatives in the armed forces still deployed in troubled zones worldwide.

Having lived outside the United States for 12 years of my life, fueled by generations who served in my family—my grandfather, uncle, father, and aunt who all did their part during WWII, the Korean and Vietnam wars, I have a deep sense of Patriotism. As Americans living in England during the turbulent 60s, our families continued to celebrate our traditions of Independence from the colonies in our hometown complete with fireworks and barbecues and American potluck dishes.

In the 60s at Camp Maqua, ” special events included Worldwide Fellowship, which was celebrated in the first session in conjunction with the 4th of July. On Sunday at the Chapel Hill vespers and services, the series would begin. It was a day set aside for friendship and fellowship on a state and local level”, I wrote in one of my blogs. Not many girls interviewed mentioned what celebrations took place on the property on Loon Lake.

This weekend Loon Lake was as busy as I have ever seen it. Multiple boats, jet-skis, tubers, and floating revelers enjoyed the 90-degree weather. The annual boat parade was held, with about 25 decorated boats parading slowly around the shores for families to enjoy. Although I did not have any family up this weekend, I enjoyed seeing the shoreline dotted with deck chairs, firepits, children fishing from their docks, and inflatables filled with bathers.

Two of our neighbors with grandchildren try to outdo each other every year, competing with their boat themes. The West boat, loaded with ten children and ten adults in hula skirts, straw hats, and pineapple drinks, cruised through the waters with their entire boat dressed in grass skirts, bellowing out tropical music. The Joe Clancy family featured the Olympic logo fashioned from hula hoops, a torch made from a blower, and their grandchildren dressed as different Olympic sports competitors. The Bill West boat, decorated by Robyn West Turpin and friends, was declared the winner and was presented the Loon flag for 2021 from last year’s winners, and the Clancy family vowed to win next year.

The lake lit up at night with the multiple fireworks from each end of the lake. My husband and I joined his brother Mike Baker, nephews Max and Mike Jr., families and friends for a rousing concert on their deck, followed by great fireworks from their neighbors. (I keep hinting we should have a Loon-A-Palooza concert series from the docks on the 4th with bands staged around the lake.) The kids toasted marshmallows, made paper fans to keep themselves cool, and clapped in delight for the fireworks while dogs hid and howled. It was a perfect night of tradition with family and friends.

Open The Doors and Windows!

Summer is here, spreading a fine layer of pine pollen on my newly cleaned surfaces, as I attempt to clean the lodge porches. Eight weeks post-op for a radial head replacement on my elbow after a fall, I am cleaning and opening up as a one-armed bandit.

Weeding the perennial garden is daunting, but two days of rain made my single-arm weeding easier. Peonies, Irises, Geraniums, and Social Garlic are in bloom. Lupine and baby Irises flank the campcraft hut. It used to be so much easier to lift myself off the ground in my younger years when weeding and I bemoan the aching bones.

This season my hubby is scraping and painting hut one next to the lodge. The screen door, main door, and trim will get a fresh coat of white paint to offset the olive green siding of the other buildings on our property. This is the first summer of total retirement for him, as we sold Wicker Hills Golf Course to his cousin Judy Stuckey and husband Mike from Texas. (Daughter of our ex-partners Blanche and Aaron Starks.)

My goals this summer include assisting members of the Hale Historical Commission with a summer exhibit with a great portion of the Camp Maqua memorabilia and artifacts donated by me from the lodge. My other goal is lofty—attempting to bring back the donated photos, albums, camp sentimental saves, and news clippings back from the Greater Bay Region YWCA archives. When the offices moved a few years ago, the accessible archives were moved to a vault with no public access.

Ex-camper Laura Taylor recently visited Camp Maqua. As a long-time resident of the Bay area with numerous connections, she promised to help me with my endeavor. If there are any contacts in alumni land with connections to this project, please email me at walkbake@gmail.com.

We’re expecting three of our four children and their families this summer. No family will be present for the ever-delightful 4th of July parade on the lake, but we expect a sunny day for the fun of participation and joy of those who go over the top decorating their boats. Photos to follow!

Happy 2021 after a year of isolation and changes. Throw open the doors and windows on the world and in your place of happiness!

 

Nature/Camp Envy

Summer is almost over. I can tell by the ferns browning, the cooler nights, and even some trees beginning to change. The recent storms dropped some of the dead trees on the trail and surrounding woods. All able hands with chainsaws quickly removed the trees that fell on our road that leaves the camp, but one neighbor had a pine tree drop on their roof, causing damage.

I have only spotted the eagle one time, but our loon family is still enjoying Loon Lake. The baby still has its brown feathers, but it has grown. It is part of our nightly sunset cruise ritual to find them on the lake, and it always delights our guests. There is one spot on the lake near the cove by the old fishing camp, now home to a muskrat.

Memories of your camp skunk stories popped into my head this week. I am one of those people that do not find the distant smell of skunk offensive. (I know, weird, but I am not alone. Just google it.) But, I do believe a skunk family has moved in under my lodge bedroom window. It wafts through the open window, especially in the morning. I read up on why they should not stay, They burrow and undermine the structures they inhabit, and this nearly 100-year-old building wants to remain, so I await the peppermint solution to ease this problem.

This morning my husband called to me while he was making coffee. Two fawns were running across the property near the Infirmary like little kids playing tag. Mama grazed nearby, as they tussled with each other on hind legs. I love the fact that we always have deer in our neighborhood, despite the plants we lose from their nibbling. They especially love hostas and hydrangeas:)

I took my camera with me walking this week and thought you might enjoy some of the sights along the trail. The wildflowers are in bloom, and one of the old signs that faded is still tacked to the tree by the corral. The flies have finally left, so we don’t look crazy batting them away as we walk Maqua Trail. (A few weeks ago we tried to hike the Iosco Nature Trail that winds through the old boys camp, but they chased us away.)

In this time of the Covid virus, I am thankful for outdoor activities a summer home brings. Boats, decks, porch, water, sand, and campfires equal a little less isolation. Enjoy the rest of your summer outdoors!

Camp Envy–Celebrating the 4th and Family

There is no place more special than the 4th of July on a lake, but ours was double the special this year with the addition of a new family member. Our firstborn son Kyle, wife Liz, and foster son arrived on the 26th of June. As they picked up their luggage and hopped in the car to head north, they opened the email announcing that their foster son was now their officially adopted son! What better place to celebrate than Camp Maqua, the place that holds so many memories for his new parents! (Kyle was eight when we bought the lodge and he and Liz were married at Maqua.)

I painted a chair with his new name, Flynn Troy Baker, which is a tradition I started at the birth of each new grandchild. I hand-painted a sign announcing the days in foster care and the date of his official adoption. Let the celebrations begin!. Liz and Kyle’s friends in Tampa pitched in for the most wonderful gift to honor this special time. A local photographer showed up for a photoshoot of the new family by the lake, and he was all smiles, hamming it up for the camera with bribes of gummy worms and bubbles for his efforts.

With jobs furloughed, on hold, and in transition, the new family decided to stay an extra week. We have had record heat, but low humidity and warm lake temperatures. Loon Lake comes alive for the holiday week, but more so this year with the isolation factor still looming over the country. Everyone wants to get outside and the shores and lake were filled with boats, floats, jet-skis, kayaks, tubers, and skiers.

We had our annual boat parade, with twenty boats participating this year. We have already captured a Loon Lake parade flag for our win a few years ago, so we decorated for Flynn, but not competitively. With an under the sea theme, complete with balloons, sharks, dolphins, and a shark bubble blowing machine, operated by Flynn in a shark hat, we set off in the stream of great themes. A Michigan/ Michigan State boat, with kids dressed in mini cheerleader and football uniforms and a goal post at the front of their boat; a double-decker pontoon with a dozen kids in troll headdresses, and rainbow balloon decor; patriotic themes and flags galore paraded for the spectators onshore. The winner was a college kids’ entry of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The week has been a series of festivities with family picnics outdoors, fishing, loon spotting, tubing, jumping off the top of the “Mothership”, campfires and a night on the water under a full moon watching the fireworks. Memories have been made to last a lifetime, and the next generation with the grandchildren guarantees that the summers will hold more memories as they all grow up together, despite the distances between the families during the winters. Summers on Loon Lake, holding fast to family traditions, are the best.

This Old Lodge/Camp Envy

This old lodge ain’t what it used to be, but we think the improvements have complemented the historical aspect. The dark floors we walked upon as we entered for the first time, either stained or weathered from many feet, are now a burnished golden hue. There is still so much character to them, with darker lines where previous walls stood, striations of wear grooved into the soft pine from the movement of furniture and years of wear and memories.

We hired a professional sander from Wurtsmith Air Force base to bring the floors back to life in 1989-90. While we wintered in Florida, we avoided all the dust and coating mess and returned to beautiful floors, sealed to last a lifetime. My husband removed the dated linoleum from the east kitchen, and sanded them himself, with attempts to match up to the rest of the house, but they are much more rustic.

The open studded walls, seen in days of camping, were drywalled when the previous owners remodeled the lodge into two separate living areas. Although there is no insulation in the walls or under the floors, when my husband, son, and uncle covered the open rafter ceiling with planked cedar, insulation was added to help keep the lodge cooler in the summer. It also kept the asphalt shingle leavings from falling through the cracks of the open planks onto the floor. Thankfully, the camp map has kept intact on the large wall on the west side, just over the original camp piano and beside the birch table of epic proportions.

Lofts were added to both the east and west sides in the seventies, which provided extra sleeping room for our large families. For the first few years, the metal bunk beds were used, with mattresses coated in a waterproof ticking. Our kids loved to use them to slide down the loft stairs or drag to the treehouse by the corral to sleep overnight, but they were not very comfortable, so we donated them to the local Boy Scout troop. (Two single cots are still inside the craft hut, complete with mattresses.) There are two bedrooms on each side, but as our families grew we felt we needed extra space, so a catwalk and second loft were added on the east side.

The seventies kitchens were fairly practical, but when a large tree fell on the front of the house we decided to remodel the kitchen on the east side. The west side is still intact but is missing the big iron stove, which was donated to the Hale fire department. The seventies linoleum is covered with vinyl planking for the time being. I love that our meals are consumed on the same tables that graced the lodge in the twenties and beyond with their marbled ochre linoleum.

Under the lodge, where the chipmunks play, old planks of wood can be found, but the best find was the old window. My husband created a cabinet for the kitchen. It holds my loon wine glasses, antique salt and pepper shakers in green glass, plates, and kitchen wares with sentiment and one favorite item. During the 2012 reunion, esteemed director Dorothe Balaskas gifted a small dish with “Bless This Home” on it, along with her Maqua directors jacket.

The seventies bathrooms could use a facelift, but nothing is broken or so outdated that we have to replace items. I was excited to replace my sweating toilets with condensation-proof ones a few years back, and aside from paint upkeep, they have remnants of the past in each room to keep them interesting. (Canoe paddles made into towel racks, bootstrap benches to sit upon, and artwork that reflects the history.)

The living areas of the east and west sides are like a miniature camp museum. Counselors’ names grace the canoe paddles that hang from chains on the east side; furniture made for the camp, which can be seen in the old photos on the wall are still in use; the camp library emits a waft of musty old books when the doors are opened; old keys and tree signs that guided campers to their huts are on the wall.

Probably the most used spaces are the four porches. The east side porch facing the road was extended to accommodate the old tables and benches for our big families, and it is where my husband and I spend all our time. We have staff parties, potlucks with family and friends, and our annual Maqua Association meetings on this big sprawling pine floored porch. The original swing is in the corner and there are still big hooks where I am guessing another one hung at one time. A new white planked ceiling is in progress currently, after a roof leak.

The back porches on both sides are still in use with their ping-pong tables and seating areas. The east side has the sports benches with lift-up tops, and store horseshoes, ping-pong equipment, shuffleboard items, badminton racquets, and other sports equipment. The old nature cabinet, with birch handles, once home to an array of insects under glass, holds games and toys.

With only baseboard heat, and only the large old screened windows to cool us, this is no place to be in the winter. Our families are from Michigan, Texas, and Florida and use it as our vacation home. But, on the hot days, like they used to do in the days before air conditioning, we close up all the windows after the cool night air, turn on all the fans and it keeps the humidity out until we can open them up again for great cool night sleeping. Rarely has the large fireplace been used on the west side, but it is still grand as ever, with its large Michigan fieldstones and memories.

We have four children and eight grandchildren, and just as Bill’s aunt and uncle from Texas with their three kids (and loads of grandkids), we know there will be many more years of family time in this old lodge. Thankfully, they do not mind pitching in with some of the upkeep of scraping windows, painting inside and out, repairing torn screens, but best of all—-the appreciation of the history of this old lodge and the dedication to keeping it standing for many more years. Cheers to 100 years in 2024!