4/19/20 – Longtime customer, Bob Henry, sent us the following recollection of a few moments drifting on Sawbill Lake.

Three of us spent five nights at campsite 916 on the North end of Sawbill about ten years back. And as was our habit, we pack up Sunday morning and head home to the Twin Cities. Once our canoes were packed, we headed South past 913. There was a group staying there and a young woman was sitting on waters edge with her guitar, singing softly. I asked if I could maybe request a tune, and did she know any Irish jigs? She did and she began singing. It was grand. Just her guitar and voice echoing gently across the calm water, under clear blue skies. We drifted for a minute, thanked her, and continued to Sawbill landing. I wish now that I would have recorded it on my digital camera, but that’s not like a memory, is it? Another great Sawbill memory.

Bob Henry