That's the road, I thought about it after I wrote that last night and I seemed to remember an accident and a death. Terrible thing that happened there.
My dad's uncle lived not far from there, he's passed now.
When I was about 12 I caught a dandy rainbow trout out of the river behind the iron ore bar. (the old brewery building)
Keith, you may know the Couglar ridge road, that's where I used to deer hunt.
That area, (tower/soudan) between the old mines, the forest, lakes, islands, streams, rivers, hills... it was a place of adventure for a young boy. I wore out a lot of bicycle tires, wore the knees out of jeans way faster than I could grow out of them, come to think of it I think we simply wore our clothes out back then, nothing really lasted long enough to grow out of.
