Storm Clouds Over Tettegouche State Park

 
Storm Clouds Over Tettegouche

Storm Clouds Over Tettegouche

It’s a short hike from the visitor center at Tettegouche up to the highest points of Shovel Point, but well worth it for the expansive views of the north shore.

On one of your hikes, you might see a storm like this approaching Tettegouche. Shovel Point offers many dramatic perspectives, especially from the edge of the cliff looking southwest toward Palisade Head in the distance.

6”x 6”; woodblock print; edition of 15

 

Gathering Storm, Tettegouche State Park

 
Gathering Storm, Tettegouche

Gathering Storm, Tettegouche

Tettegouche is one of my top three Minnesota State Parks. It combines spectacular views of the lake and shoreline, but also great hiking on the Superior Hiking Trail with views of the Sawtooth Mountains, a bunch of waterfalls along the Baptism River, including the 60 ft High Falls, and several lakes in the back country. It's a fantastic place for photography, sketching, or painting.

This is a sketch in oils of heavy weather heading toward Palisade Head and Shovel Point at Tettegouche State Park.

8”x 10”; oil on board

 

A Cottage in Winter

 

In the late 1800's, Gustave, a young man from the old country, emigrated to the new world carrying almost nothing but hope. In his new country, he found an unskilled job and eked out a living doing manual labor.

After saving for many years, he and his new wife, Julia—also a recent immigrant, finally were able to buy a plot of wooded land on a nearby lake and build a small cottage for their growing family, with the addition of their first child, Mildred.

The three lived in the cottage on the lake for 15 years before Gustave was sent to France to serve in the infantry in World War I. Seven months later, a message reached Julia from Europe with notice that Gustave would not be coming home; he had fallen at the Second Battle of the Somme.

Julia was unable to stay with Mildred at the cottage afterward. The small house stood vacant and dilapidated and the lot became overgrown over the years, nearly to the point of eliminating the cottage from view and memory.

Until many years later, when Julia’s great-granddaughter, Catherine, learned about the forgotten old cottage, located the small lake and plot of land, and began the project of reconstructing the deteriorated building. She found a corroded tin box under the floorboards of the rotting structure and found that it contained Gustave’s pencil sketches of the floor plan and other sketches of the finished building from more than a hundred years ago. Catherine used those sketches to guide her rebuilding project, sticking to the original plans as much as possible.

Last winter, after three long years of work, Catherine completed the building and hosted a gathering of family and friends to commemorate the new cabin and to celebrate the lives of her great-grandparents, the immigrants who first built their lives, and this small cottage, in the new world.

Woodblock print with watercolor
5.5" x 7.25"; Edition of 50


(names, events, and story are fictional)

 

Small Bay

 

Underneath other papers in the battered tin box that Catherine found beneath the floor boards of the old cottage, she uncovered a fragile journal with sketches and writing in it.

The journal had apparently been kept by Catherine’s great-grandmother, Julia, who interspersed sketches of the area around their cottage with diary entries. Wirh some of the sketches she wrote a description or explanation of the scene she had sketched.

On the last page of the journal was a sketch titled, Small Bay. Underneath it, a note, which appeared to have been added later: “Gustave’s favorite place to fish — a little cove across the lake — we called it the Small Bay. He caught a lot of fish there and we ate many good meals from his catches. The day before he left for the war was a cool, beautiful sunny day, so we rowed over to Small Bay one more time.

"He dropped off Mildred and me on the shore, and I found a perch where I could watch Mildred throw stones into the lake while I drew this sketch. Gustave sat fishing in the rowboat for a nice long while, and was happy to catch our supper one last time.

“I wanted to give him this sketch to remind him of us and this place while he was away. But in the commotion, I forgot to give it to him before he left, so I made another drawing just like it and mailed it to him in France. When they returned all his things, I found the frayed sketch folded in the shirt pocket of his uniform.” 

 

Woodblock print with watercolor
3.5" x 4"; Edition of 20


(names, events, and story are fictional)