I grew up on Sauble Lake at least the main one. In those days The Emporium was open and I loved shopping there with my mom. I don’t think any place had better ice cream then they did. On weekends I’d get to roller skate at The Loon Lake roller rink. It was a blast. I loved the ice cream there too. We moved away from Sauble Lake when I was 11. I’ve never been back since. I now live in Washington State and it’s a long haul back in Sauble Lake. I used to love swimming in that lake. I wasn’t much for fishing but swimming was another thing. I ran across this website the other day and have submitted this article which I hope they will publish. I come here occasionally to reminisce. Keep up the good work guys.
So, which of the five Sauble Lakes is your favorite? Did you even know that there were five of them? Were you also aware of the interconnecting channels between the five lakes? And, which of the five is the most and least populated?
How many of you have been to all five Sauble Lakes? What are the connecting channels like? How long are each of them? Having never been on any of the smaller Sauble Lakes, those are good questions to ask. I have swam in the largest of the Sauble Lakes that being just across the street from the old Sauble Emporium.
Which of the Sauble Lakes is the best for swimming and fishing? Which is the deepest and shallowest lake? Are speedboats allowed on all five lakes and how wide are the channels between each lake?
If you have any of the answers to these questions, let us know by way of a comment.
Over the years, Sauble Lakes have taken two major hits. The first was when the Fun Stop burned down and I lost my bowling lanes tucked away in the Manistee National Forest. Then the Keasters (I think that’s spelled right} sold the Emporium. Now that was a country store.
I’m old enough to remember Otto Bartlett’s store over at Big Bass Lake but the Emporium was far greater though each had their charm. Each had a great vista of their respective lakes and that was a selling point of each store. The Emporium stocked moe merchandise and the parking was never a problem.
Now each of those stores stands vacant. It’s sad. The Bender Family has a country store between Big Bass Lake and Loon Lake that seems to be doing okay. And ha the original owners kept their store I think the Emporium still would be in business.
The Big Bass Lake store would need a total remodeling job to get it into shape for any business that took it over. The Emporium would need far less remodeling. I wonder what will become of the old Emporium store? Country stores are an albatross in today’s economy it would seem. Still they served their purpose and I, for one, loved making purchases there. I really enjoyed their ice cream.
Maybe the Emporium could be made over into a roller skating rink like the one that at one time was on Loon Lake? It deserves a better fate than to be razed or turned into a home. Any ideas on what might become of the Emporium?
This is one of the roads leading to one of the Sauble Lakes. I’m not good at math and there are five of those lakes. There are a lot of twists and turns to get to this road so I hope I can find my way back. That’s always a challenge on dirt roads. I wanted to get in some fishing but sometimes I enjoy traveling these roads more. I always like to see where I wind up. On this day I never got the fishing in but I sure had a Time traveling these Dusty roads. On the way home I stopped off at a supermarket and got a few fish for supper. One way or another I had planned on eating fish for dinner.
it’s almost time for fishing on Sauble Lake. The only problem is which Sauble Lake do you want to fish in? There are five of them you know each with a channel to them. When I fished I preferred Lake number two or three. The main Lake had too much traffic on it to suit me. I love to fish for perch and bluegill. As for the Sauble River I enjoy trout and salmon. Unlike most fisherman today I still prefer worms. It may be simple but it’s effective. There won’t be much fishing for a while as Michigan is expecting a big snowstorm. April can be tricky but in about a month I’ll be ready.
it was right about here that as a kid I had a rope swing. It wasn’t one near the water. Instead it hung from a tree limb and was great fun. My folks didn’t like boats so we didn’t own one. That was the biggest rip-off of our trip. I can only watch the lake but never ride on it. I did go swimming at our beach and the only thing I got to ride on was an old inner tube. I had a younger brother and we had great Splash Wars at the lake. I kind of miss those days.
I have a good friend that owns a cottage on one of the Sauble Lakes but as to which one this was taken at, I am not sure. I think there are four or five of them each connected to the other by a series of channels. Dave Norris told me that there is ONE interconnecting channel at Big Bass Lake that leads to Little Bass Lake, however each Sauble Lake has a channel between them.
This photographwas taken on one of those Sauble Lakes and it shows for all purposes a deserted boat. The truth of the mate is that the occupants of this particular boat were skin diving at the time. Their boat was not drifting as it might seem to be but instead anchored to the bottom. It made me wonder as to how deep this particular Sauble Lake was? Could it have been taken at the main Sauble Lake?
And, do any of the Sauble Lakes have a public landing in which to launch these sorts of boats? It should be noted that after about a half hour, the occu[pats of this boat returnd to their vessel and wet merrily on their way.
The Sauble Lake Emporium stood across the street from Sauble Lake and served its customers well for a great many years. Now, however, like the Big Bass Lake store, it is no more.
Parking was never a problem at this store as it had many spaces to choose from and a rather large store as you can tell by the photographs of its interior. It had a great freezer selection of foods and beverages to suit the tastes of almost every camper.
Anyone else have a thought about this unique store?
a friend of mine who lives on Sauble Lake invited me over for the day. I have only swam in Sauble Lake once before. Upon my arrival Paul introduced me to his foster child Justin. And Justin was bent on showin And Justin was bent on showing me how safe the lake was. Justin walked into the lake slowly and began making circles with his hands in the water. Paul told me that Justin was mentally challenged. But aside from that he was all boy. So Justin and I had a wonderful day swimming at Sauble Lake. When done Paul had grilled some hamburgers to make the day even more .
I enjoy fishing for perch and bluegill and I find an abundant Supply in Sauble Lake. But even more important than that I have been intrigued by the five channels leading to each lake. One leads to the headwaters of Sauble River. the channels Between the Lakes are fascinating to navigate. Someday I’ll do a proper post on those channels.
Mike is taking him many fishing trips to Sauble Lake but this one time I caught a picture of the lake that was rather enchanting. The sunset was spectacular. It was somewhat of a purple Hue over the Lake that seemed to reflect over everyteverything. Mike would argue that it didn’t reflect on the fish. Thank God for that because I don’t want to clean purple fish. In the event that you did not know Sauble Lake comes in a package deal of five lakes. A channel connects all five. By the way my husband caught his limit that day.
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.