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The Widgawa Legend

Jonathon Wylde Green arrived among the white hills, that rang like bells. It was early June, in the year nineteen hundred and eleven. His heavily laden wagon was drawn by two well fed Clydesdale mares. It was a long rough journey ...

He was pleased with this place on the banks of the West River. A forest of the best lumber he'd seen since leaving Kingston: ancient Oaks, towering White Pines, Ash, Cedar, Spruce and a multitude of other trees, many he had no name for yet.

By the falling of the scarlet mountain maple leaves, a log living quarters with a post and beam lodge was complete; with a broad river stone fireplace that was to hearten himself and many lodgers on long winter evenings, for a hundred years or more ...

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It was a late October evening with the sun was perched on the ridge of Heaven's Gate, when a visitor arrived: Running Fox, a local Objibwe hunter was following the river westward to his camp on Lake Evangeline, when he came upon the new lodge alight with orange in every window. A large open fire of Sugar Maple and White Ash was blazing on the stone hearth, warming the mountain nightfall; Jonathon had prepared pheasant soup, pan fried herbed potatoe cakes, and spiced apple cider.

Running Fox was made welcome and encouraged to participate in supper. He stayed and gave Jonathon the gift of a brace of partridge from his laden belt. They ate and drank together. Running Fox told Jonathon that two white men had recently struck gold just east of here, on Howry Creek ...

In a single evening, these two strangers came to bridge the great divide that still separates many others a century later. They came to understand, to see their similarities and to respect their differences, that evening: both, hunters of visions, followers of dreams, home here among the wildlife and the spirits of the white quartzite hills, and virgin forests, unspoiled by mankind ...

Ever after, among his people, the railway workers, or the gold miners; Running Fox referred to Jonathon's Camp as "widgawa", a friendly place;
. . . and so, we are WIDGAWA Lodge!

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A century of Canadian History has come and gone, and Widgawa is still here to welcome you!

 

 

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