The Carl Wilson Lake Mystery

by Touching Earth Made Of Steel

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On August 26th, 1972 the parents of Ms. Sandra Russell telephoned the Algonquin Park Superintendant’s office to report that their daughter and her boyfriend Bruce Miller - both of Chatham Ontario - had not returned from a planned 10-day trip through the Park. Park staff and local volunteers immediately commenced an extensive search, originally focused on Hogan Lake and surrounding areas, which yielded nothing. On August 29th Bill and Nancy Emerson of Arnprior, Ontario discovered a canoe - later verified as belonging to Miller - on Carl Wilson Lake with a large, poorly patched hole in the bow. There were no other traces of the two campers, and the lake on which the canoe was found was not far from their planned route. An intense search of the area followed but no further traces of Russell or Miller were ever found. No satisfactory theories have yet been advanced to explain this tragedy. Bear predation - the immediate thought at the time - is exceedingly rare in the Park, and no predatious bears were reported at all that year.

The album you hold in your digital hands - The Carl Wilson Lake Mystery - draws on contemporary sources to portray this sad tale, while also delving into some admitted speculation. The songs were written exclusively by Touching Earth Made of Steel: Andy Cant, Brian Martin, and Jeremy Latta. The album was recorded at home, in Ottawa, between July 2007 and January 2009. We hope you enjoy it.

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released 15 January 2009
Everything by Andy Cant, Brian Martin, and Jeremy Latta

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Track Name: We Do Something Together Every Summer
We do something together every summer.
But things have been so distant lately that I can’t help but wonder if this year might be different.
Don’t go getting ideas yet!
We’re not throwing in the towel yet.
We’re not abandoning ship.

What about a weekend in Niagara Falls?
They have a casino and a marine theme park.
What a lousy weekend.
I was thinking something substantially more dangerous.
No phones, no colour TV, no bible in the drawer, no concierge, no valet, no heated rooftop pool.

There’s nowhere to go from here but up. I guess if you want to we’ll try something new.
Track Name: Guide To Edible Flora
Check: we’ve got the batteries and iodine and extra socks and safety rope and life jackets and fishing gear and garbage bags and pocket knives.
Someone told me which trees and roots you can eat if you have to.

Some book I read back in my childhood (it interested me a lot at the time) with detailed instructions and an illustrated guide to making a snare.

Baby, baby, no! Ha! I’m just putting you on.
Don’t worry about a thing at all, people do this all the time.

I know, but I still have this fear, this thing, this dream of something going wrong... I know that it’s dumb and stupid, and probably wrong, and out of proportion, so I’ll try to have a good time.
Track Name: Paddle Snapped In Half
I thought it would be clear.
I thought it would be natural.
I thought it was self-evident: following the shoreline.
But it’s not that simple. It’s not that easy.

I say “go right” you take a left.
I say “go left” you take a right.
We’re never going to get there, going like this.

I can’t say that I know how to calculate how much distance we’ll travel in one day.
I don’t know how to estimate how much food we’ll need.
I can’t shake this grave foreboding, that this could get tough.

Paddle snapped in half!
Couldn’t get it back together.
Put a hole in the boat!
Couldn’t patch it up any good.
Lost track of the day. Lost track of the time.
Track Name: Where Have All The Indians Gone?
You want to go home.
I know.
I agree, me too.
I want to go home.
There’s no clear way that I see to get out.

Where have all the indians gone?
I never missed them before...
Where have all the indians gone?
We should could use them now...
Where have all the indians gone?
They don’t live here anymore.
Track Name: Kill The Devil In His Bed
Kill the Devil in his bed.
Drive a stake through his heart.
He led this whole expedition astray, and still won’t own up to it.
He put your lives in jeopardy.
And for what? For nothing.

This went too far, I never should have listened to you.
I’m really scared, I miss the cats and watching TV.
We’re all alone and out of food; don’t tell me that you know what to do.
I’m hearing things - horrible things - just beyond reach, every single night.
Track Name: Haunted Lake
Will we haunt this lake?
Will we haunt this lake if help doesn’t arrive on time?

I suggest that you and I haunt this lake together.
For a hundred years.

You stole my heart and never looked back.
It’s not easy but we’re making it work.
It sounds so dumb now, given the facts, but this week we’ve spent here is probably the best that we’ve ever had.

Oh god, here it comes...
Track Name: Wendigo
Wendigo
Track Name: Left Behind
It gets cold at night without pavement to hold the light (diffused, disappeared into the breeze).
I’d like to curl up with you.
And you have no choice but to curl up with me, because you’re shivering so hard you’re going to wear yourself out.

Maybe there’s people out there from miles around combing the ground.
Maybe there’s someone out there miles away pining for you.
Maybe this is where my life went off the track, pining for you.

Did I diffuse and disappear into the breeze?
Did I scatter into constituent parts and leave?

All summer I’ve been lingering in all the right places.
All summer!
Why does nothing ever really romantic happen to me? Why am I wasting my time?
I try to live out a life that keeps happening to me.

Sweetheart, you don’t miss me.
I know.
It happened for you when it happened with him.
When will it ever happen to me?
Track Name: The Searchers
It’s been way too long for an optimal search.
It’s been way too long for a semi-scientific sweep of the area.

Well nevermind that, we’ll go out in teams of two.
We’ll do what we can.
We don’t have the tools!
We’ll see what we can do.

Are they lost to us?
Do we even want to find them now?
It’s so late...

We’ll never give up looking for you.

Check out every pile of leaves.
Look in every hollow log.
Wade through the waters of every stream.
Poke through the mud of every bog.

Not a trace!
Not a scrap of tent fabric, a sleeping bag, anything.
A wrecked canoe on the lake, but nowhere no hints of foul play, anything.
Track Name: Animal Spirits
Woodland spirits, claim my bones.
Take me with you, take me home.
Animal spirits, claim my bones.

Don’t try to find me I’m not in the record book.
I disappeared completely.
Don’t come searching, I failed to register.
You can’t come and get me, I never filed a trip log.

When the snow flew, and when the winter came, I couldn’t look her in the eye.
I just stared at the sky.
It was the stupidest thing.
I’ve lived in this climate all of my life.
How could we not be prepared?
I’ve lived in this climate all my life.
Track Name: Brook Trout
You won’t have to do it yet...

You’d better eat your fill before the ice comes in.
You’d better mark the place you put the bones, the heads, the tails, the fins.

I don’t care if you spawn because I can’t afford the luxury (no one is going to release me either).
Ill-prepared and nearly dead, I’ll damage the fishery for years to come (maybe it will never recover, maybe that will be my lasting legacy).
I’ll eat your eggs if I can dig them up. I’ll eat your eggs if I can stand the cold.
Track Name: Advice From Plants And Animals
Apologies for the rash on your leg.
It’s in my nature: I’m poison ivy.
Everything in this stupid forest looks the same...

I’m just an oak tree, with no direction.
Stood here for years on my own, climbed on by bears and their young.

We’re river otters!
Why would we leave?
We’re river otters.

We’re birds and squirrels, we can’t help you out.
We wish we could.

We’re dangerous wolves, or so they say.
You’ve burned too many bridges with us.

We’re whitetail deer, at home in the woods.
Follow our trails! Come after us!