Swimming in Loon Lake 

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I was I believe about 4 or 5 years old, and wading in Loon Lake was a popular habit for all of us kids. The grown-ups watched from shore. I wandered out too far into the lake…..and lost my footing, going down beneath the cool blue water. In my panic and confusion (and not knowing how to swim) I started the drowning process. Leaping up from the water, spitting water from my mouth and hollering for help! After the second time under I felt a strong arm grab mine and haul me to the surface. Kicking and sputtering and crying, I grabbed on to Dad with arms of steel, thanking him over and over. He was my hero! He still is……

After that incident I don’t remember too many other trips to Loon Lake. I am sure it is just that my memory has latched onto that episode and sort of wiped out anything else. Mom tells me we did go there on occasion, even after that. I guess it is just the sort of thing that sticks in your mind!

The Errie Fog at Loon Lake

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My friend Ben recently invited me to fish at Loon Lake in Lake County which is just a stone’s throw from Dave Norris’s favorite lake, that being Big Bass Lake. The two of us set out in early morning on a day when the fog was so thick I couldn’t even make Ben out in our boat if I hadn’t known it was him.

When I cast out my line it disappeared into that pea soup. Talk about an errie feeling and that fog lasted for nearly an hour before lifting. It reminded me of the lakes, or loch’s, of Scotland. Ben was just a hazy siloutte just a few feet away in our boat.

I can’t ever remember fishing in a fog so thick before. If there were other fishermen out there the odds of running into them literally would have been great. When I got home later that afternoon, my wife made me some pea soup to which I let out a huge belly laugh saying, “Ive already had that today, my love“. I ate it anyway to keep peace in the family.

The Roller Rink on Loon Lake

You could almost ice skate on Loon Lake today. The water is so calm and peaceful with Nary a ripple. I wonder how long that will last? I often wonder if boats were out in the lake when the Loon Lake roller rink was in operation? I’m sure the organ music could be heard around the lake. In fact I wonder how far away the music was heard? The place was usually packed and I remember they had several numbers where only certain age skaters could skate. I wonder how many fishermen were out in the lake at that time? Did the Organ music help to lure the fish in? Let us know by way of a comment how often you went to the Loon Lake roller rink

Leisurely Day on Loon Lake

look how calm Loon Lake is today? There’s not even a ripple of a wave. The lake is almost smooth as glass. That means summer is not far away. I wonder what kind of fish is most frequently caught in this Lake? I also wonder how good the fishing is in this Lake? Do they have a public landing? And where is the best place to fish on the lake? I’m a purge man myself. Between Loon Lake and Big Bass Lake it is only about a hundred yards. A lot of Lakes are close together up here. Check out Loon Lake next time you’re in the area.

Relaxing at Loon Lake

even though this is winter, soon I’ll be able to put out my chairs, fire up the grill, and have a relaxing evening at Loon Lake. I might even get lucky and see a few loons Float by. After a hard day at work, I can kick back and relax with friends and family. Maybe even get out a kayak to get a little exercise. The weather will be just perfect but something like this. Yes, just a few more months.

A Loon on, You Guessed it, Loon Lake

what a peaceful stroll on the lake for this loan. And nary a wave to hinder it. The Loon skims along the surface ever so smoothly as if it were on ice. It almost appears as a swan. It looks So Graceful on the water. Loon Lake is very serene at this time of day. Makes me want to get out my rowboat and follow it to see where it goes. Just a thought.

Frosty Loon Lake

Here is a good winter picture of Loon Lake which is just a good stones throw from Big Bass Lake to the south. No, you won’t find too many loons out there on this frigid day. Perhaps a few human “loonies” might be trying there hand at ice fishing on this particular cold day. The birds have taken wing for the south well before this time of the year.

Yes, and even a few Loon Lake people have headed for Florida. This year perhaps more for the inward lakes than that of the Gulf of Mexico as the oil spill from BP is still affecting the area and will be for some time to come.

I wonder how many year round residents there are at Loon Lake? If anyone lives around that lake let us know. And, then, put a few more logs in your fireplace so you will be quite warm after any outing at your lake.

Fall at Loon Lake

I know we’re in December, but still technically it’s Autumn. And here at Loon Lake, it looks like Autumn. I love the reflections of the trees on the lake. My husband used to fish Loon Lake when we lived in Michigan. I don’t think he misses the cold weather but he does miss the Manistee National Forest. He always thought that Loon Lake was a peaceful and Serene place. He never took me to Loon Lake but he has shown me pictures of it like this one. If we ever get back to Michigan I think I want to see Loon Lake.

Loon Lake Lawsuit?

I am puzzled by something I read recently  about a lawsuit against Loon Lake .  Maybe some of our readers can Enlighten us  as to what this lawsuit is about  and has it been resolved yet ? How do you sue a lake ? Being a sister Lake  to Big Bass Lake  this whole thing interests me. I hope  it  gets resolved  in Loon Lakes favor.

Camp Martin Johnson History Part One by Martin Johnson

I was dreaming, dreaming of a place up north in the woods where there was a beautiful lake. I never had any desire to go South, East, or West — only North.

After two or three days I went back to Marquette. One of the hunters went with me or I would not have been able to find my way through the woods and over the mountains. I did a few oil sketches, mostly on “Dead River” and then went back to my old home in Sparta township and made portraits for three years. A boy friend got consumption and his doctor said that the only hope for him was to go camping among the pines. He induced me to take him up north. So in 1889 I brought him into Lake County and we camped near where my home came to be. We should have left the train at Peters Crossing but through some mistake of the man who directed us, we were carried on to Manistee, crossing 25 miles north. Next morning we took the train back to the water tank on the little Manistee River, but had bad luck at the river where we camped but it rained all the time. As soon as the weather cleared I struck out across the country to find Bass Lake or the Saubel Lakes. I found the Saubel Lakes in the afternoon and next day brought the young man, Herbert Bromen, and we camped a few days until I got our supplies packed in. At that time lumbering operations were at their height, and Peter’s headquarters were at Saubel Lakes, with a crew of 100 men. In a few days, we moved to Loon Lake, where we camped the rest of the summer. At that time Loon Lake was surrounded with virgin pine which was in its beauty, wonderfuly majestic, the tall dark forest for miles around darkly solemn. At that time Lake County was one of the richest counties in Michigan but it is poverty stricken now, all through selfishness. If it had not been for selfishness, this county could have been as rich today as it was 45 years or 50 years ago. If the lumber men had cut only what was ripe and protected the rest from fire so it could have kept on growing, that would have kept them lumbering as the timber grew up. People want to get rich quick, make their pile and have what they call a good time. It is selfishness that spoils our lives and blinds us to the beautiful things of life. The things which alone can make up a happy and contented life for us. If it had not been for the fires or the cut-over land there would have been lots of timber yet. The state should have started reforesting years ago. The first night we camped at Loon Lake we had one of the worst thunder storms and cloud bursts I have ever seen, with continous lightning from all directions. It was impossible to sleep and towards morning Bromen asked me what I thought of this. I said I thought it was rather damp. The water was rushing all around us but it was lucky that we had our tent on a little knoll or we would have floated away. Many trees went down during the night and in the morning every other telephone pole and sometimes two or three in succession were shattered along Peter’s telephone line. It was the wildest night I have ever seen. The water had risen four inches in the lake during the night.

After we were well settled at Loon Lake I started to find Big Bass Lake. In this oak and pine forest it was pretty thick and dark; one could not see far ahead but I finally found it. I came to where the school house now stands and started to walk around the lake, but I could not see more than a small part of it at any time. I did not know that the lake was as big as it proved to be. I started walking north but when I had gone a little way I came to where the timber had been out and there the walking became extremely difficult. Fire had gone over and fire wood had grown up as high as my head. It was then shedding its down and filled my eyes, nose, and mouth with its soft, flaky, white wool. It also concealed the logs and brush underneath and made walking more difficult. At that time they did not cut the hemlock, or oak, or anything but pine and the other timber lost its support and was hurled in all directions. Here and there a big jumble of trees interlocked branches with weed and blackberrie briar all interwoven so it took from one and a half to two hours to go from where the school house now stands to where my house is now located.