Last summer, I went back to Frazee to visit my parents and to kayak the river and lake I grew up paddling in my Cajun Pirogue. Above is a picture of our big, old barn.
Black Bridge on the Ottertail river across from where I grew up. When I was a kid, the lower car bridge was a black trestle bridge under the railroad bridge that's still there. Every now and then a train would go over when I was crossing under the bridge in my boat. That was a scary moment. Everything shook and I was afraid I'd be tossed into the dark water.
A view of the area between Ottertail River and Albertson Lake. Since they took out the old hydraulic dam upstream the water is a bit deeper and a lot less weedy.
Ottertail river just upstream from Albertson Lake.
Albertson Lake, looking at the farm where I grew up. We used to call this shoreline, "the woods."
A look into the water. It looks like the demons of the past still haunt these waters.
