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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My husband Mike has fished this lake many times. For those of you that live on this Lake just how deep is it? Does it have a public landing and if so where? What is the speed limit on this Lake? And did a camp once exist on this Lake on the north east side ? Thank you for your help on these questions.
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.
here is a question for the residence of loon Lake. Are you still swayed to sleep by the gentle sounds of loons? How many of them Nestle on your property? Leave us a comment and let us know.
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.
Unlike Big Bass Lake just to its North, Loon Lake has no islands to clutter it up so my excursion about the lake took me in close proximity to its shoreline. I stopped my motor for a few minutes of reflection where the Loon Lake Pavillion once stood. I had been there a few times and remembered the colors shining on the lake and that old theater organ music.
I also remember that slightly warped floor that sent me to the ground several times. A roller skater I am not. Darlene was a good skater while I was better at the pin ball games they had there. I don’t know why that area has not put up another roller rink for the summer crowd?
Moving on I followed the shoreline past small cabins and even some newer ones. When back on the northeast side I recalled some sort of camp or resort that was once there quite close in proximity to Na-Tah-Ka Bar and Grill. At least where it stands today. I think it was more of a resort than a camp but I don’t remember very well on that point.
It made me wonder just how many of those area lakes had resorts on them? Care to tell anyone?
Aside from going to the Loon Lake Roller Rink along with traveling the road alongside Loon Lake en route to Big Bass Lake, I haven’t spent a whole lot of time thinking about this lake. I used to look out the open windows at the rink to catch a breather from skating and always thought I heard some sort of camp on the northeast shore? That was back in the 1950-1960’s.
I was even more amazed to read the history of Martin Johnson, founder of his camp on Big Bass Lake. He spent a whole summer at Loon Lake little realizing that Big Bass Lake was less than two stone throws away But then that short stretch between the two lakes was heavily wooded. I often wonder why he decided not to stay upon Loon Lake to build his eventual camp and why he then chose to move on to Big Bass Lake?
Are there any stories circulating around about Loon Lake that anyone would care to share by way of a comment?
Loon Lake is just down a hill from Big Bass Lake yet this other lake has a magic all its own. For those that once lived on that lake in the 1950’s and 60’s, at night they were treated to the theatre organ music of the Loon Lake Pavilion. From almost anywhere on that lake you could make out the bright colors from that facility in the evening.
I’v always thought of Loon Lake as more of a fishing lake than a recreational lake. I’ve seen a lot of fishermen out there at almost any time of the day but precious few doing things like water skiing. Between it and Big Bass Lake it was the quieter of he two and that’s not all bad.
Without the constant flow of speedboats crusing around, Loon Lake residents can enjoy the peaceful serenity of their lake. For about half its length, a winding road follows its shoreline. For those that live on this lake, let us know a little something more about life on Loon Lake by way of a comment.