The Story Behind the Name: Widgawa Lodge

It was early June of 1911 when Jonathon Wylde Green arrived in the land of white hills of rock that resonated like a bell when struck—La Cloche. His wagon, heavily laden with supplies, was pulled by two weary Clydesdale mares after a grueling journey from Kingston.

Jonathon was overjoyed to discover this enchanting place on the banks of the West River, surrounded by towering trees—mighty oaks, majestic white pines, ash, cedar, and spruce. Many trees were unknown to him yet, but they hinted at the forest’s rich potential. By autumn, he had completed a sturdy post-and-beam cabin, featuring a fine stone chimney and a cozy fireplace to sustain him through the harsh winter nights.

One late October evening, as the setting sun painted the ridge of Heaven’s Gate in warm hues, Jonathon received his first visitor. Running Fox, a local Ojibwe hunter, was making his way west along the river to his camp on Lake Evangeline when he stumbled upon Jonathon’s newly built lodge. The glow of firelight in every window caught his eye, and he decided to approach. Inside, a large fire of sugar maple logs roared in the hearth, casting warmth into the crisp mountain air. Jonathon had prepared a hearty meal of pheasant soup, fried potato cakes, and hot cider.

Running Fox was welcomed with open arms. Grateful for the hospitality, he offered Jonathon a gift—a brace of partridges from his belt. They sat together, sharing food, drink, and stories. During their conversation, Running Fox mentioned that two white prospectors had recently struck gold just east of the area.

That single evening marked the beginning of a friendship that bridged worlds. These two men, from vastly different backgrounds, found common ground. They shared dreams, visions, and a deep respect for the land that united them. Here, amidst the wildlife, the white quartzite hills, and the virgin forest, a bond of understanding and mutual respect was forged.

From that night onward, Running Fox referred to Jonathon’s cabin as “Widgawa,” meaning “a friendly meeting place.” The name stuck, and the lodge became a gathering point for lumbermen, railway workers, gold miners, and travelers alike.

More than a century has passed since that fateful meeting, yet Widgawa Lodge continues to welcome visitors with the same spirit of warmth, connection, and hospitality that defined its origins.