Report of the
President
2014 06 21
This will be my last report to the executive and membership
of Les Amis (LARK) as president.
If nominated I will not stand, and if elected I will not serve. It is
time for some new blood.
Thankfully 2013-14 was a non-eventful year for Les
Amis. At the 2013 AGM a keen group
of members joined the executive and advisory group. While there were not many decisions we did decide to spend
$800 on the upgrade of the Hollywood portage trail will have enduring benefit
to those who make a better and safer choice for themselves.
A few outstanding items include initiating testing of the
water in the Kipawa at the mouth of the river to establish baseline information
on water quality. This is particularly
important as there are plans to build a mine on Kipawa Lake. We must hold developers accountable for
any contamination of the river.
Some may say there is pressure to make the Kipawa River
Rally “bigger and better”. My view
of this is that like the river there is an ebb and flow, a high and low water
mark to Les Amis and the Rally. This being the 28th Kipawa River Rally I feel that
we should continue our traditions.
We should continue to introduce others to the river and foster a
community aware of the river’s ecological, natural heritage and recreational
values - a community which can be mobilized to act on behalf of the river if
and when the need arises.
Coming to the Kipawa River has never been an easy
proposition. Many of the rally
attendees travel from afar, none further than the Sorensen’s who come from
Orem, Utah, USA to their version of a North Woods paradise. The high cost of transportation will continue
to make this pilgrimage expensive and unique. Consider how change has come over the years, and how in the
beginning rally goers had to hike out to Grand Chute rather that use the improving road available today. Who knows what the future holds? Thank you for your support over the
years.
Tabaret
The sky is vast, my blood runs cold, so who will speak for
me?
with skin like rock my soul is old, and ancient as the sea
From whence I came the age knows not and source is lost in
time
And where I go no end is clear except as ocean's brine
Memories lost pour ever more a wish - a breath exspired
Clock ticks rumbling with the stones within my depths
inspired
Measured for a concrete suit and kilojoules of light
overlooked by countless those who'd rather see than fight
Sold for wages and of sin by disembodied drones
Nameless those triumphant boffs of steel and glass - atone!
Could ride my back, explore my ways consume what I have sown
But take not blood away from me from which their life has
grown
kayaky
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